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Application: Dr. Mohinder Suresh, "Heroes"
((Okayed by the other Heroes muns!))
An Indian man walks into the Sorting Room, carrying a small duffel bag, a computer bag, and a briefcase. Unlike many other applicants, he doesn't seem particularly shocked by his presence in this room; rather, he looks around with purpose, giving a satisfied nod as he surveys his surroundings.
When he spots the quill and parchment he smiles to himself and speaks in a cultured British Indian accent. "Now, how does this work?" He only registers the slightest surprise when the Dictaquill writes down his words.
"Very well, then." He sits down at the table and begins to attend to his application. "I think I can write it myself, though. Er..." He hesitates. "Thank you anyway?" He picks up the quill and begins to write.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
I quite like paneer, which comes from my home country and is somewhat similar to feta. He smiles again, a little sadly this time, fingering the edge of the parchment as he considers his answer. Since coming to America I have to confess I developed something of a fondness for macaroni and cheese, though.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Mohinder stares at the question for a moment before answering. That seems a little... unorthodox. Neither, I should think.
3. What time is it where you are?
He looks at his watch. Seven minutes to twelve.How ironic.
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.
Again, he finds himself staring. His cheeks darken slightly. I think that's a little inappropriate, really. But... Tonks does remind me slightly of someone Iknow knew.
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.
He has to think about this for a bit. Bartending is not exactly his specialty. He hardly ever even drinks.Evolutionary Cup of Chai Cura Finally, he writes The List and leaves it at that.
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.
The question is a little odd, but he's on infinitely more solid ground here. Well, the number three is an extremely powerful one in the mythologies of many countries. Many religions hinge on the concept of three dieties acting in tandem -- Christianity, Mithraism, Hinduism. Some mythologies even contain references to threesomes, such as Min, the Egyptian god of lettuce and sex, and his relationship with Qadash and Reshep.
On the other hand, the natural pattern of evolution indicates that one must inevitably choose one mate and not two. But as that relates to bearing children, it may not be relevant to this discussion. Yet I believe that whether homo- or heterosexual, evolution guides us all; therefore Harry might be far happier following those guidelines that nature has set out and selecting one of the two. In this particular case I don't know enough about either of the two to determine which match would be more successful, and of course in the end it must really be up to Harry.
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.
Perhaps you're a professor, and every time you manage to clear your desk your students pile more on. Or if you're in research, you're probably just adding more and more to the pile every day without even realizing it.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Mohinder has what is probably the natural reaction to this question and bristles slightly. He's just a little sensitive about being called useless! I hardly consider myself to be useless. Until recently I was a professor at Chennai University in Madras specialising in genetics and evolution. Since leaving I've been working on an algorithm to predict the likelihood of special abilities in any given individual as well as globally.Plus I have this list
I also make very good tea.
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. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
Ah. A bribe. Hm. Mohinder eyes his bags and answers aloud. "Yes, well. I do have some things I could part with. On me at the moment I have my wallet, some clothes -- I have a few scarves I could give away -- some packets of chai, my cell phone... My computer, but I'm afraid I need that. Um..." He starts digging through his pockets thoughtfully, pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and a worn photograph, but smiles ruefully and puts them back. "No, I'm afraid I can't give those away. I suppose that's it, then. Oh, and I can certainly teach a lesson or two, if you like. And I'm a very good driver."
He has a few more things in his bag, nestled in among the clothes; but those, he thinks, had best stay hidden.
"I have read the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___MS_________
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____MS_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____MS______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____MS_________"
An Indian man walks into the Sorting Room, carrying a small duffel bag, a computer bag, and a briefcase. Unlike many other applicants, he doesn't seem particularly shocked by his presence in this room; rather, he looks around with purpose, giving a satisfied nod as he surveys his surroundings.
When he spots the quill and parchment he smiles to himself and speaks in a cultured British Indian accent. "Now, how does this work?" He only registers the slightest surprise when the Dictaquill writes down his words.
"Very well, then." He sits down at the table and begins to attend to his application. "I think I can write it myself, though. Er..." He hesitates. "Thank you anyway?" He picks up the quill and begins to write.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
I quite like paneer, which comes from my home country and is somewhat similar to feta. He smiles again, a little sadly this time, fingering the edge of the parchment as he considers his answer. Since coming to America I have to confess I developed something of a fondness for macaroni and cheese, though.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Mohinder stares at the question for a moment before answering. That seems a little... unorthodox. Neither, I should think.
3. What time is it where you are?
He looks at his watch. Seven minutes to twelve.
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.
Again, he finds himself staring. His cheeks darken slightly. I think that's a little inappropriate, really. But... Tonks does remind me slightly of someone I
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.
He has to think about this for a bit. Bartending is not exactly his specialty. He hardly ever even drinks.
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.
The question is a little odd, but he's on infinitely more solid ground here. Well, the number three is an extremely powerful one in the mythologies of many countries. Many religions hinge on the concept of three dieties acting in tandem -- Christianity, Mithraism, Hinduism. Some mythologies even contain references to threesomes, such as Min, the Egyptian god of lettuce and sex, and his relationship with Qadash and Reshep.
On the other hand, the natural pattern of evolution indicates that one must inevitably choose one mate and not two. But as that relates to bearing children, it may not be relevant to this discussion. Yet I believe that whether homo- or heterosexual, evolution guides us all; therefore Harry might be far happier following those guidelines that nature has set out and selecting one of the two. In this particular case I don't know enough about either of the two to determine which match would be more successful, and of course in the end it must really be up to Harry.
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.
Perhaps you're a professor, and every time you manage to clear your desk your students pile more on. Or if you're in research, you're probably just adding more and more to the pile every day without even realizing it.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Mohinder has what is probably the natural reaction to this question and bristles slightly. He's just a little sensitive about being called useless! I hardly consider myself to be useless. Until recently I was a professor at Chennai University in Madras specialising in genetics and evolution. Since leaving I've been working on an algorithm to predict the likelihood of special abilities in any given individual as well as globally.
I also make very good tea.
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. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
Ah. A bribe. Hm. Mohinder eyes his bags and answers aloud. "Yes, well. I do have some things I could part with. On me at the moment I have my wallet, some clothes -- I have a few scarves I could give away -- some packets of chai, my cell phone... My computer, but I'm afraid I need that. Um..." He starts digging through his pockets thoughtfully, pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and a worn photograph, but smiles ruefully and puts them back. "No, I'm afraid I can't give those away. I suppose that's it, then. Oh, and I can certainly teach a lesson or two, if you like. And I'm a very good driver."
He has a few more things in his bag, nestled in among the clothes; but those, he thinks, had best stay hidden.
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___MS_________I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____MS_______.I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____MS______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____MS_________"
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At least he wasn't dead. That was something of a relief. He breathed in deeply, trying to settle his own rapidly beating heart. "Of course I won't tell him," he assured her shakily. What kind of a man did she think he was? "I couldn't let him hurt you..." He bowed his head. "Not again."
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But she held that in, because suddenly she wasn't so sure of it. He sounded genuinely contrite, for all that was worth. So, though she was still glaring, and her voice was loud and barely controlled, she said instead: "Did you know that he'd -- what he'd--"
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He remembered, in fact, it had been almost immediately after that. The newspaper clipping; the slow and horrifying realization -- more than one, really, several piling up one on top of the other. It had been like a landslide, and he'd had to lock himself in his motel bathroom until the heaves had passed.
He swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry," he said again. Really, he couldn't say it enough. "I was trying to protect you..."
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Then she sat down rather suddenly on a chair, because all the strength in her legs had decided to go away and hide. It didn't seem like such a bad idea, to be honest. She was imagining much the same thing that Mohinder was, though her version involved him finding out by walking in on some other poor bastard with half his head removed, and the murderer there looming over it. She didn't think she could imagine him not looming. She didn't want to imagine him at all.
She tried to stop herself shaking.
"He didn't... anyone else?" she asked hoarsely, before realising suddenly that she didn't know how Mohinder had gotten here. What if--?
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"I... I'm afraid so. Only one man that I know of, after you." Before Dale, there might have been countless people -- he certainly knew of at least four. "A man called Ted Sprague."
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"Oh God."