Pretty Solid Friend Material ((Open RP))

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Hogwarts was great, as far as back-from-the-dead scenarios went. The classes were sparse but interesting, the food was good, and people were adequately prepared for the threat of evil-clowns. Hogwarts was so great, in fact, that it had taken Steph nearly two months to realize her social circle was pretty much composed of old(er!) male vigilantes. It was kind of like hanging out with your uncles, and no one else. The uncles were undoubtedly cool, but still! A gal needed variety.

This was unacceptable. Steph was likeable, dagnabbit! But meeting people was kind of hard. It wasn’t as if she could put up sign, wait around with cookies, and see who was interested.

Hm. Actually, that wasn’t the worst idea she’d ever had. Who didn’t like cookies? Or things written on posterboard?

Steph walked into the great hall, tacked up a sign, and put out cookies and punch (House elves were all kinds of awesome).

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[ra-tilt-chimera.livejournal.com]

*Although he doesn't realize it, Zel did meet Steph at her Sorting. He raises an eyebrow as he reads the sign - after all, it's not every day someone waits around in the Great Hall with food and a poster proclaiming that they'd make a good friend. But he's grinning, so it's not a "you're completely mad" eyebrow raise so much as an "I've seen worse" eyebrow raise.* It's a novel approach, I'll give you that. Most people just attach themselves to someone and hope they grow on them, but this is probably less annoying.

*The former chimera sticks out a hand.* Zelgadiss Greywords. Call me Zel.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"I just like to be informative. And only mildly annoying, if I can help it." She smiled and shook his hand. "Steph. Nice to meet you."

[ra-tilt-chimera.livejournal.com]

*Zel blinks, then shakes his head.* Sorry. Bit of deja vu. Your voice sounds familiar, for some reason.

[ugly-imp.livejournal.com]

Tyrion Lannister had a very special fondness for cookies (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1021355.html), and so he was unable to keep from stopping to chat with the girl with the rather interesting sign.

"Well, that's one way of gaining influence," he remarked, reading the sign. "Do the cookies have anything... special... in them? Not that I'd mind if they did, I'd just like to be forewarned."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Special? Steph's mind automatically went to a less than legal (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannabis_brownie) place. They were in Europe.

"No, no. These are strictly on the up-and-up." She held out the plate. "But they are sinfully delicious!"

[ugly-imp.livejournal.com]

Tyrion grinned and took one, biting into it. "You're right. These are good. I should send some to my sister." He allowed a positively evil smirk to play across his face. Then he opted for a subject change. "I don't think we've met. I'm Tyrion Lannister." He offered her a slight bow.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

Ofdensen was passing the Great Hall when he saw the sign. He glanced at Stephanie, then the cookies, then back to Stephanie. "These aren't jinxed, are they?"

Hey, when you ate jinxed chocolate, you'll be a bit wary.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Man, people around here had been victim to some serious baked-goods trauma!

"Not at all. No potions were used or animals/house elves harmed in the baking of these cookies." He looked like the sort of guy that would appreciate a disclaimer.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

And he did appreciate the disclaimer. He nodded his approval and took a cookie.

[rogue-nebari.livejournal.com]

Chiana cocks her head at the cookies, and leans in to sniff them. "So if I eat these, I won't grow an extra head or something, will I? I hate to be suspicious, but--well, that's a lie, it pays to be suspicious here."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"No extra heads. No extra appendages of any sort, I promise!" She bit into a cookie, as proof. "Next time, I'll just set out board games or something. You think wizards like Uno?"

[rogue-nebari.livejournal.com]

She grins. "Bit of a shame, depending on the appendage." She takes a cookie, eats it, and grabs a few more. She didn't have a clue what the game Uno was, and as her translater microbes translated it as "one," she was a bit confused. "Can't say I know what 'ew-know' is."

[roxyspaulding.livejournal.com]

"Okay, you frickkin' rock," Roxy said, coming up to snag a cookie. "I mean, baked goods? Who doesn't like cookies? Or chocolate, for that matter." Roxy was talking around a cookie she'd shoved into her mouth whole.

"So, like, do you want to make it all sparkly?" she asked, indicating the poster board.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Steph grinned. Finally, someone who didn't think she was offering Pepperidge Farm poison. "Nazis, I think. I heard Nazis were very anti-chocolate."

"Sure!" A little pizzazz never hurt anyone. "How?"

[roxyspaulding.livejournal.com]

"Dude," Roxy said. "I hear Nazis were, like, anti-everything."

She pulled out her wand. "So, I've never tired this, but I think it's something like Sparklypoo Shalom or something. Ready to give it a flick?"

[march-theater.livejournal.com]

You would think that, after eating chocolate and becoming a child for a day, Jo would be suspicious of random cookies. But Jo was a trusting sort. She was also feeling like she needed company, and hadn't had a chance to owl either Lizzy or Laurie, so cookies and punch sounded like a great idea.

She approached the crowd of people, smiled brightly at Steph, and took a cookie. "Ooh, those look wonderful!"

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Thank you! I didn't make them, so they're all right to eat." Steph's cooking skills didn't extend beyond the realm of grilled cheese sandwiches. "No magical side effects."

[march-theater.livejournal.com]

Jo smiled. "You do have to be careful about the food you eat here sometimes," she observed. "I'm afraid I'm always forgetting that. Luckily, I've only ever had one mishap." She offered her hand. "I'm Miss Jo March."

[malingo-geshrat.livejournal.com]

Malingo had been sitting across the great hall, and he'd been quietly watching as Steph set up her table. He had the oddest feeling that he'd met this girl before (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1213163.html?thread=61920235#t61920235), though he couldn't quite place her. It was actually bugging him quite a bit - it wasn't as if he knew very many human girls, or even very many people at all. He should've been able to remember, if he'd met her before.

Well, she'd provided the perfect excuse for him to go over and say hello. If they'd met before, he was willing to bet she'd remember him - most people remembered the horns and orange skin and ear-fins. If it was just deja vu, the cookies were more than enough explanation for why he was going over there.

So, having convinced himself, the geshrat got up and walked over to her table, and looked for a moment at the sign and the cookies. "Now that's a strategy I wouldn't have thought of," he commented, reaching for one of the cookies.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Hey! It was the guy from the roof. Not that Steph could actually acknowledge they'd met. That would defeat the whole purpose of a secret identity.

"Well, I got an 'A' in poster-making 101. Very rigorous courseload. Glitter pens as far as the eye could see." She smiled, and held out a hand. "Hi there. I'm Steph, as advertised."

[malingo-geshrat.livejournal.com]

No recognition. Oh, well - she did remind him a little of Candy. Maybe that's why she seemed familiar. Malingo shook her hand, holding a cookie in the other hand. Apparently, the guy could multi-task. "I suppose you have to know what your skill base is," he replied, fairly sure she was joking about a poster-making class, but not quite sure enough to say anything definite, one way or the other. "I'm Malingo."

[wired-goddess.livejournal.com]

Lain, or to be accurate, Lain of the Wired, was bored and annoyed.
Human life was just too difficult to adjust to; you forget to eat and you feel sick. Forget to sleep and you feel sick. Forget to bathe and... Well you get the picture.

Right now socialising wasn't high on her priorities.
But, still, free biscuits.

Slinking up to the plate she grabbed a few and started to eat.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Hey! Someone who trusted that Steph wasn't going to turn her into a newt. Spiffy!

"Punch?"

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

*Demyx wanders into the Great Hall, humming to himself as usual.* If it all falls down falls down falls down, if they solve my life if they find me out... *He pauses comically in mid-step (on purpose, of course) as he walks by and swivels around on the foot he's standing on.* Hey, I remember you...

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"I remember you too! Demyx, right? Kudos on the coordination."