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nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

So there are rumors flying around that Russia may soon decouple from the Internet at large, and this place would disappear along with the rest of Livejournal. I'd hate to see so much great roleplay history vanish in a puff of politics.

I see this comm already has a counterpart registered on Dreamwidth. Hoping maybe whoever has control of that is still about and willing to copy the place over.

If not, it was an honor playing with all of you, and I hope everyone's doing okay and has moved on to other amazing and fun things since we left the halls of Hogwarts.

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

Flitting by to drop a blessing on any former students or teachers who may still happen by.

Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Location: Elsewhere
Current Music: Madonna, Playground

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

[Waves] [Just to say hi and Merry Christmas to whoever's still around, and just in case Livejournal takes it into their heads to start purging inactive comms.]

thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com

When exactly meeting up for drinks with the Master had become a regular thing, Rory wasn't sure. But it helped, having one other person around who understood things. Even if that one person was a megalomaniacal alien.

They were in the Ravenclaw bar, because the drinks in Ravenclaw had substantially less chance of causing anything embarrassing to happen, like getting into fights or long involved discussions of root vegetables. And Rory was experimenting with the iSieve. From the device, a little voice proclaimed "Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence..."

theregothedrums.livejournal.com

The Master found it harder than expected to compose his note to the Doctor.... the Doctor as he had been so long ago. He could barely recall how it was between them, it was so long ago.

But finally, he produced a letter in an elegant hand.

My dear Doctor,

As we discussed, there is an establishment in this school suitable for a gentleman's relaxation. The enclosed map will direct you there, and no where else. Shall we meet for drinks at seven?

With a sharp pang, he signed his name in Gallifreyan.

science-advice.livejournal.com

A blue box gradually appeared, harked by its eerie, otherworldly klaxon… albeit one that wasn’t working as smoothly as it should have, by the sound of it. It flickered as if reluctant to solidify into existence, and the settled on visibility with a violent blink. Even it’s sound shut off rapidly, and there was an ominous bang from the inside. A moment after the door opened and a man exited, bringing with him a puff of smoke. He coughed discreetly and brushed his plum velvet coat and black cape with a brilliant purple satin lining somewhat indignantly, before looking around himself.

“Well, it’s not where I left at least… but where is it then…” he muttered to himself.

It looked like Earth, possibly even England, though not the time period he’d just left (and that was the first time in a while, he had to be getting better at this fixing business)… and yet not quite right. He gave a wide berth to a particularly unpleasant looking hat, and instead went to inspect a table, which seemed to be empty, but perhaps-- the Doctor’s eyebrows rose as a piece of paper and a quill shimmered into existence on the table. Now this was certainly not technology from any of humanity’s older periods. And a school of magic? Probably another embarrassing ploy from the Master, he really had to stop dabbling with this sort of thing. But for now, he might as well go with it.

( Now what is this nonsense? )

marvelousfacets.livejournal.com

Waking up feeling as though one has just stepped out from a vat of warm butter is a very curious sensation. Waking up feeling as though one has just stepped out from a vat of warm butter for the second time in one's life is stranger still.

After a quick pat down to make sure that he was still intact, or as intact as he last recalled himself being, Jonathan Teatime looked around the vaguely familiar, butter-scented room he found himself in. There was little in said room beyond giant kernels of popcorn in even larger glass boxes, but Teatime had seen far stranger things on the bottom of his shoe (often after taking a walk around the Unseen University). Nothing so terribly odd about over-sized seeds.

What was odd was that he remembered being here before, and remembered remembering as well.

There was a strange sort of layering of memories tucked neatly away in the ~~pop~~corn maze of his mind, foggy then distant then crystal clear as he rifled back through them. There were... shards, flickers of a name just out of reach and the taste of cherries. Then little more than impressions, tiny blips of an office and of plans and that name again, why couldn't he remember that name? Then there was a sword through his chest and that, that he remembered clearly.

Teatime wiped the worst of the butter off of his clothes. Staying put wasn't going to make any of this clearer, and those giant kernels did not interest him. He slipped on a smile and out of the room, choosing a direction at random to begin wandering.

braveexplorer.livejournal.com

Coraline was ever so slightly lost.

This didn't worry her as much as it might have. The castle had a tendency to move bits of itself around when she wasn't looking, and she was used to it by now. And she'd learned a spell that made her wand point towards the north, so she could tell she was moving more or less the right way.

She had been walking for a while, though, and no one else seemed to be around. So when she heard sounds coming from one of the classrooms as she passed, she opened the door a little and cautiously peeked inside.

aestheticweaver.livejournal.com

The world waivers, and then there is a giant spider standing in the room. It looks around for a bit, then grab the paper and reads it over. The magic quill writes out its responses with some confusion, if a writing implement can be confused.
( . . . INTO THE CUTTING OF WORDS TRUTH AND JOY . . . )

panic-bad.livejournal.com

ETA: The Guide recognizes that, as some of you may be aware, the Guide was at some point materially involved with an incident involving the destruction of the planet known as "Earth" in all then-accessible timelines. While we are quite pleased to see that this destruction was incomplete, we would like to take this opportunity to note that the destruction in question occurred after a hostile corporate takeover of the Guide by the Vogon Constructor Fleet. While, in the aftermath of said takeover and its eventual reversal, the Guide does maintain a semi-sapient status, the Guide has since been enhanced with a simulated editorial board and simulated legal department. As a result, the Guide no longer has any intention of contributing to the demolition of planets known as "Earth", especially when the Guide maintains a presence on such planets.

( Entry for 'Hogwarts_Hocus: applications: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: )

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is prepared to offer permanent guest-list status at Stavromula Beta, the most extensive list of singles clubs and cocktail recipes in the galaxy, the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything, a towel, and our continued discretion regarding that incident in Belg---.

codex-of-good.livejournal.com

Codex sat outside, for safety's sake. She was learning a new spell. So, yeah, safety was needed.

According to the books she'd read, the spell was supposed to make a bunch of birds fly out of her wand. Which was kind of useless, but pretty cool. She wondered what kind of birds they'd be. Something cute and harmless, she hoped. Like sparrows. Or parakeets.

"Avis," she said, waving the wand like she'd read she was supposed to. Or she thought she'd said "Avis." She'd had a cold recently and her nose was still a little stuffed up, and--

"Oh god! Bees!" she squawked as a swarm of buzzing horrors were let loose from her wand instead of harmless birds. "Not the bees! Not--Incendio!"

Oh, the beemanity! It was a really good thing she was good at that fire spell thingy now, because she didn't think she was up for running all zig-zag-y to the lake and jumping in. With the squid. Ugh. Squid.

She panted, wide-eyed in shock, and eyed the crisped cinders of the dead bees at her feet. "So... maybe that could have gone better."

thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com

The weather was starting to get warmer now. Rory thought this would be a good day to get out of the castle.

He was wandering the grounds fairly aimlessly, not sure he wanted to see anyone, until he found himself approaching A's garden. A was there, taking measurements in the dirt. Rory paused, frowning. Even from a distance, A looked...

...honestly? He looks like I feel.

He came a little closer, concerned. "Um... hi."

serrulata.livejournal.com

Hey all, I know it's been a while.
Since LJ has begun purging inactive accounts, I've motivated to stop putting off the inevitable and pop my characters.

I've loved playing with you all, and breaking into rp here has been a load of fun. I'll miss you, but I'll still be around at my tumblr. Bonne Chance!

This popping affects Kurama, River Tam, Tylendel, Teatime, Charlie B Barkin, Brendan, Eleventh Doctor, and Hit Girl. There may be one or two more that I've since forgotten about, but I think that's the list.

Thanks again <3

glamhologram.livejournal.com

Jem was never happy without a cause. Weirdly enough, in the wizarding world there were no fashion moguls ready to throw charity galas on their yachts, or if there were, they hadn't been clamoring for an appearance by Jem as the headliner. Nor were there any mysterious millionaires itching to hold a contest for the best music video, with a mansion as first prize (perfect for housing a lot of orphans). Why didn't life at Hogwarts match up to Jerrica Benton's ordinary life? Pumpkin tarts and Alohomora! had their interesting points, but without some cause to champion, Jerrica/Jem had begun to slip into the proverbial doldrums.

Her house-elf backing band kept asking whether she wanted anything. A mopey Jem couldn't possibly be right. She needed to get back to her bubbly, effervescent self. Without Rio or her girls to cheer her up, what could she do?

The breakthrough came when one of the elves offered to bring her a book from the library. Suddenly, Jem remembered.

There are people in the world who don't know how to read!

Some of them might even be at Hogwarts?

Literacy was a favorite cause of Jem's. She'd already held a carnival in Philadelphia to promote adult reading, and [SPOILER ALERT FOR '80s CARTOON] even convinced one of the Misfits to give reading a try!

But how to champion literacy in a place without carnivals, Philadelphia, or the Misfits?

In the end, Jem wound up in the corridor outside the Great Hall, sitting at a table draped in all the colors of the eight Hogwarts Houses, with a big stack of See Spot Run-style primers, and a huge sparkling banner hung overhead:

Reading is Rad!

best-guitarist.livejournal.com

((Plus their Shoggies if they care to appear. Backdated to December 31st of last year.))

Variety may be the spice of life, but there was something to be said for familiarity and the stability and balance it brought, particularly for someone whose interpersonal relationships had been on a perpetual revolving door basis, with few exceptions. For Skwisgaar, the bands he'd been a member of had been about as interchangeable and disposable as groupies, before Dethklok. Dethklok was worthy of his talent, Dethklok challenged him to be at the top of his game. In the same vein, he hadn't known that a real, meaningful, long term relationship was even feasible for someone such as him, before Toki found a way into his heart and made him realise what "forever" could mean. Toki and Dethklok were his exceptions.

( Read more... )

daniels-thief.livejournal.com

Vala looked round in confusion, her hand going for the knife down the side of her boot. She'd been with the rest of the team, hadn't she? They'd been scouting out some hideous backwater pub looking for a contact. She'd even got dressed up to play the part of the hardened criminal, leather and all, and they'd been about to walk through in to the bar area - except this really wasn't the right place any more. This wasn't even the pub.

"Anybody there?"

No response. A cursory search of the room revealed nothing except for a table with a piece of parchment, and a quill hovering above it. Right. A levitating feather. As magic tricks went, pretty pathetic, but still...never scoff at a miracle, she always said. Leaning over, she read the first line aloud.

( One day she'd set foot offworld without bizare things happening. It would probably be very dull. )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______Vala______
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ______Vala_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ______Vala_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _______Vala______"

i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

Gifts from Baron Vladimir Harkonnen-

( To Valentine Wolfe )

( To Elric of Melniboné )

( To Ariane Emory II )

Gifts from Elric of Melnibone-

( To Ariane Emory II )

Gifts from Jherek Carnelian-

( To Rarity )

( To Ariane Emory II )

( To Jem )

Gifts from the Shoggies-

( To the Entire School- )

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

((Backdated to Xmas))

The Christmas season was in full swing at Hogwarts- the house-elves were clad in fleece-trimmed red and green apparel, and all the expected frills were in place. Holly, mistletoe, non-melting wizarding snow, and choirs of birds in assorted numbers filled the halls, including the obligatory partridge in a pear tree which had sprouted up in the Great Hall.

The Sorting Hat was not one to miss such an important holiday. It had also noticed a conspicuous lack of a certain fashionable trend amongst the student body. No one was wearing Pajama Jeans (trademark of the Vermont Teddy Bear Company)! This had to be some sort of fashion travesty, as anyone not clad in these remarkable garments was missing out on the most perfect innovation in modern pantswear!

And so, on Christmas, every single student at Hogwarts, regardless of gender or species, received a festively wrapped package containing a pair of Pajama Jeans (trademark of the Vermont Teddy Bear Company).

theregothedrums.livejournal.com

The Master had been in many prisons in his lives, of varying security and comfort. They tended to be more temporary arrangements than his would-be captors anticipated. The idea of a 'detention' therefore seemed more like an entertaining novelty than an ominous prospect.

The house elf that had apparently been sent to fetch him seemed a bit anxious, which was promising; he wasn't especially kind to house elves (at least, when the Doctor wasn't around to see) so whoever 'Baron Vladimir Harkonnen' was, the house elves were more scared of his wrath than being a test subject for a newly-learned hex or the latest setting on the Master's electrostatic manipulator.

He largely ignored the creature this time, however, following it with a carefully studied air of ennui as he took mental note of the particular corridors they traveled to reach the Muggle Studies office.

"I suppose you'd better announce me," he told the house elf with a malicious grin.

theregothedrums.livejournal.com

Oh, you humans. So much fuss over a basic feature of your own planet's orbit. A simple little solstice and everyone has a gaudy holiday full of enormous meals, family drama, and decorations everywhere.

Pssst: Spring will come even if you don't throw endless parties. And that won't be a gift from some magical sky fairy either.

I found a fun tradition, though. Somewhere in the school I've hidden a life-size caganer. It's got a few enchantments that might make it easier to find.

There might be a prize involved.

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