Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward, Thunderbirds

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

((OOC: I looked everywhere and found no other characters from this fandom - if I missed someone, please let me know ASAP! I am playing Lady Penelope as a blend of TV canon backstory and the movie characterization, mostly because I don’t want to play a 4-foot-tall marionette, no matter how stylish she is. :D ))

A lovely blonde woman enters the Sorting room elegantly, her demeanor confident and seemingly relaxed, although the astute observer would note her quick and experienced assessment of the room and the ready-for-anything lines of her body. She is not so much dressed as gloved in a silvery, ‘space-age’ bodysuit trimmed in pale pink.

“Jeff? Alan? Virgil?” A timy frown line appears between her brows but is quickly smoothed out. “Parker?”

She sighs gently at the lack of response. “I knew investigating that black hole would be a bad idea, improved shields or not.” Touching a complex-looking watch on her wrist, she winces briefly at the burst of static that emanates from it. “Thunderbird 5, come in. John?” Static. “Thunderbird 3, this is Penny. Anyone there?”

The only response is the fluttering of a piece of parchment and a quill as they land in front of her. “Well. What’s all this, then?”

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

Let’s see, now… it rather depends with what one serves it. I do enjoy a nice Wensleydale, perhaps with a newish white wine. With a hearty red I would prefer a Sage Derby, I think.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

Oh, dear, that’s something of a poser. Barney’s message at least attempts to be positive, poor thing, and one can’t always help it if one is made to be pret-a-porter. On the other hand, Carrottop seems to me to be nothing short of a lunatic, and I often find the lunatic fringe in the pay of the Hood. So if I simply *must* kill one or the other, I would have to say Carrottop’s for the chop.

3. What time is it where you are?

I’ve no idea. I thought it was approaching nine pip emma, but I see my watch isn’t working properly.

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

What sort of question is this? Sexually harass? Indeed not!

I take this Order of the Phoenix to be some sort of secret society? I have had some experience with those; do they fight for good or ill? The name Phoenix seems to have a positive connotation…

5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

Parker generally tends bar for me, so I’m afraid I’m not very qualified. I would name it the FAB1, however.

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

But why marry at all, unless there’s some sort of legal situation that requires it? Why not simply love both and be happy? I give you Guinevere, forced to choose by the mores of her time between Arthur and Lancelot. Yet all three *could* have been happy, for each loved the other; instead they doomed Camelot through deceit and disloyalty. I say Harry, whoever he may be, should keep his independence and love whom he chooses.

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.

You need a Parker, my friend. And possibly a team of solicitors.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

Well, I am the head of International Rescue in England, and I’ve helped to save the world from the demented fancies of a hooded megalomaniac on several occasions. Does that help?

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe.

Although I seem to have temporarily misplaced my driver, I’ve a lovely fleet of amphibious flying cars, some of them convertible, some not; perhaps you would enjoy the use of one?
I’ve plenty of couture which I am most willing to share, provided your complexion is conducive to rosy pastels.
Creighton-Ward Manor has a large and varied wine cellar, so I am certain I could secure a vintage to your taste.
I could perhaps teach some self defense to anyone who was interested.
On the estate I breed English bulldogs; perhaps you would like one?
And I feel sure Jeff Tracy would not mind if I brought a few guests to stay on Thunderbird Island, provided you are willing to enter into a pact of secrecy.

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus FAQ, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____PC-W________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____PC-W_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____PC-W_______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____PC-W________"

Comments

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

*perks up* Did somebody say couture?

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

*grins* Yes indeed! You and I are much of a size, too, if I'm not mistaken. *holds out hand* Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward, how do you do?

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

*shakes her hand* Nicely, thank you. I'm Laura Palmer. Welcome to Hogwarts, ma'am.

What is this Hood thing exactly? Badness, sounds like, but...

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

The Hood isn't so much a thing as a whom, as it happens. He's a bit of a maniac who wants to take over the world, poor fellow. Thus far we've been able to stop him, but the Thunderbirds and International Rescue are always on alert.

Now, what sorts of designers do you prefer? And are you thinking of a day outfit or something for evening?

[heymrcrowley.livejournal.com]

Oh, boy. She wasn't just English, she was English. Crowley couldn't help but be a little amused; having lived almost solely in England for the past century or so, he still found the English to be, at times, hilarious.

"Couture, you say?" he inquired, trying not to smirk. Although the cars were tempting, as was the wine... "I'm not sure about rosy pastels, but you've piqued my curiousity all the same." Pastels probably would have been a little odd on him: he was dressed entirely in black, his eyes masked by jet-black sunglasses.

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

*is slightly and briefly nonplussed* Yes, I did mention couture, but... I am not certain I'd have anything you would fit. I could perhaps put you in touch with a designer, or if there's something else you'd prefer, Mr. ...?

[heymrcrowley.livejournal.com]

"Fit?" he asked, affecting surprise. "Oh, you mean dresses. Here I thought you were talking about a commune in France (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Couture)." He gave her a brilliant, oddly toothy grin. "My mistake. My name's Crowley. Tell me about your wine cellar, then."

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

*smiles back, still a bit wary* Did you?

Let me see. Would you prefer white or - perhaps more of a robust red? Something dark and smoky, perhaps, with a perfume you can taste?

Or maybe brandy? My father was something of a connoisseur. Have you a brandy warmer?

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

((Oh, John, thou of the improbable hair! *huggles* I'm tickled someone else likes Lady P - thanks!))

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

((After some thought. Would it be okay to app John?))

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

((Hee! Sure!))

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

((Eee! You did it! ))

"I'm a Parker, and I'm no good with paperwork," May says, grinning at the Ravenclaw answer. "But I'm guessing we're not talking about the same thing."

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

((Phew!))

Could you possibly be related to a very dear friend of mine, Aloysius Parker? It was he to whom I referred in my - was it an application of some sort? I do hope my answers were adequate.

I am Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward; how do you do?

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so," May answers. "But I'd have to ask my Dad. Most of his side of the family was gone when I was born. I'm May Parker; it's nice to meet you."

She looks at the application, shaking her head. "It's written like an application, but I think it's mainly there to gauge your weirdness tolerance. I guess if you can roll with the odd questions you can deal with everything else here."

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

If you are so inclined, could you elaborate on your answer to the Slytherin question?

And, er... may I inquire after the offer of coture? *blushes slightly*

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

*smiles* How do you do? Parker is my driver - well, he's more of a friend, really, and quite indispensable. Family, in a way. And he mixes quite a martini.

FAB1 is the name of my favorite Rolls. It both flies and is amphibious - the first in a rather lovely collection, if I do say so.

And you are most welcome to whatever I have that you would like, my dear Miss - er?

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

Miss Elizabeth Bennet. *curtsies* I am very pleased to meet you, Your Ladyship, and your answer to the Slytherin question is most intriguing.

I hate to be so forward, but, have you any dresses? Or, at least, something a bit more modern? *plucks at the skirt of her Regency gown* I find myself wearing clothes a few centuries behind the time.

[mischief-fred.livejournal.com]

Fred walked over, grinning widely. "At last! Someone with sense! Of course Harry should be with whomever he wants to be with. Even if that person is my sister."

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

*smiles broadly* Just so long as Harry is happy. *holds out hand* Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward. And you are?

[mischief-fred.livejournal.com]

"Ah, right." Fred held out his hand and shook Penny's. "Fred Weasley. As in question 5B...but, more importantly, as in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes." He smiled at Penny. "You've got quite the name there. My brother Percy was dating a girl named Penelope, but I reckon you're much more interesting, and far more discerning."

[fantastic-rose.livejournal.com]

"Nice outfit." Rose seemed a little amused by the applicant's demeanor, but friendly enough.

"Is International Rescue some kind of charity organization, then?"

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

*looks down at herself* It does what it's supposed to do, but it's hardly haute couture, is it? *smiles*

I suppose IR is a kind of charity in the sense that we don't charge for what we do, which is to go into disaster areas - avalanche, tidal wave, volcanic eruption, earthquake, that sort of thing - and evacuate as many victims as we can. I don't really think of it as charity in the usual sense - we simply go where we're needed and do what needs to be done.

I'm Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward. *holds out hand* How do you do?

[fantastic-rose.livejournal.com]

"Rose Tyler." She reached out and shook hands carefully. "Pleased to meet you. And you can run in it, right? That's what matters." Rose nodded like someone who knows the importance of that particular quality.

"Oh, so you mean rescue, like, in a literal sense." She grinned a little. "That's more hands-on than I was thinking." Thinking it best to change the subject from her own possibly less than complimentary assumptions, she pushed on.

"I would totally take you up on the offer of self-defense lessons. I don't worry about anyone here, but when I start travelling again, it might come in handy. Hell, on the Powell Estate it would come in handy."

Gryffindor!

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

Your bribe has been accepted!

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