[Locked to Resistance Notebook]

[pottershotter]

[On Tuesday, a short message of some urgency appears in the Resistance Notebook, in a familiar formal script.]

ATTENTION: Fort Dixon-Potter will be occupied on the night of the full moon each month from now until further notice, from sundown until sunrise. Please spread the word so that no one needlessly puts themselves or others in danger. It is of the utmost importance. If circumstances change, we will inform you as soon as possible.

The next full moon is tomorrow evening. Thank you very much for your cooperation.

Sincerely,
Prongs

[And, on the off chance that someone feels the need to attempt to use Fort Dixon-Potter during the full moon the door will be locked from the inside, even if they have the password. Considering the ban is to keep a werewolf from running across the grounds and being a danger to himself and others, that's probably for the best. For one night a month, it's likely worth it.]

Comments

[eatsyourscience]

I wish I could say it was the first time I'd been in a drag pageant. But it was easier to have fun with it the second time.

Unfortunately, both times I was signed up unwillingly by a friend. James.

[goodwoofjames]

Ha! Serves him right to have to do it himself, then. Might suggest that if you're not into the drag thing, you might want to avoid 1) places throwing pageants and 2) friends like James.

Of course, I probably fall under that category of friends, so I can't endorse that second idea too much.

[eatsyourscience]

I've got plenty of experience with that kind of friends. I'm not too scared.

[goodwoofjames]

Good, because I'm not about to let you slip through my fingers anyhow.

[eatsyourscience]

You made that decision pretty fast.

[goodwoofjames]

I'm a man who knows what he wants.

[eatsyourscience]

I can respect that.

I'm glad to meet you, Sirius.