http://ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2007-08-10 09:04 pm

The Hat marries people, yo. (Open to those who signed up)

One bright Hogwarts morning, fliers with small, numbered Hat-shaped plastic tokens are sent out to a select group of students via house elf. “Your presence is required at an Awards Ceremony in the Great Hall tonight,” the flier states. “Attendance is mandatory. Formal dress is required. Prizes will be given.”

And so, at the appointed time, the students are ushered into the Great Hall. It has been lavishly decorated for the occasion: streamers, flowers, a champagne fountain, the works. At the front of the hall sits the Sorting Hat, likewise decorated in a wreath of flowers and lots of bling. It sits imperiously and waits until everyone has taken a seat and the beautifully decorated doors have been closed and barred.

“My dear students,” it begins, “we are gathered here today for a wonderful ceremony. A ceremony of magic and beauty, and it is my privilege to be here with you. Now, before you can get your wonderful awards--” here one of the Hat's folds dips in what might have been a wink on something with a face--”are you all carrying your special prize tokens?” It waits for a little longer while the attending house elves (all carrying bouquets of multicolored flowers) check to ensure that yes, everyone in the room has one on their person. “Wonderful! By the power vested in me by the Board of Education, I now pronounce you married!”

Before the shock and outrage can set in, the Hat rushes into the next part of its speech. “No use getting upset, it's legal now! This place has become a haven for loose morals, and you're helping to fix that! Don't worry about your belongings, you won't have to spend a second sweating and becoming undesirable for your new spouses! While you've been here, the house elves have moved your sundries out to your new homes for you, isn't that nice of them? They've even been allowed to charm your new homes so that you can't remove your objects from them! Let's hear it for the house elves!” It doesn't pause for applause. “Now, I'll let you happy newlyweds get to the business of consummating your new relationships in the name of duck waffles procreation. Your tokens are numbered with your new addresses, and a map has been provided at the door. Don't try to run, the ushers have been provided with cattle prods and given the permission to use them.” The Hat waves a strap at one terrified-looking bouquet-holding elf near the front, who pulls a cattle prod out of the flowers and waves it around. “And now, onward! Onward to happy families! Onward to El Mundo Del Sombrero!

The doors open. The armed house elves swarm, herding the students to a tent village on Hogwarts grounds. Resistance is futile.

Once arriving at the tent whose number matches the number on their token, each student will meet his or her new spouse(s) ...



((The tents in El Mundo Del Sombrero are wizarding tents that appear to be one-bedroom houses complete with bathrooms, kitchens, living rooms, etc. inside. Rearranging and addition of objects is allowed, removal of objects for the purposes of moving elsewhere or returning to the castle is not due to the charm on the tents. Players are allowed to NPC the house elves shocking their own characters if an escape attempt is made. Note that characters will not be barred from returning to the castle later to do other things, e.g., use the library; they just can't move back into the castle. Congratulations on your nuptials.

Feel free to RP in this post, or to post your own separate posts that take place within the dubious sanctuary of your brand-new tent!))

[identity profile] traitorormartyr.livejournal.com 2007-08-11 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Um...well, hello then. I'm Archie Kennedy." He held out a hand hesitantly. "And you are...."

Okay, maybe he won't tell this story for anyone.

[identity profile] stylish-nebulon.livejournal.com 2007-08-11 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
This would be tricky. Nebulon lacked visible arms. That didn't prevent him from picking up and manipulating objects like anyone else lacking visible arms, but when it came to handshakes, it made things difficult.

Then again, this was Nebulon's wife! What was he thinking? Handshaking was not to be done! Something else was to be done with this hand!

This ... sadly flesh-and-bone hand, not the smooth hard cool metal of an automail limb ... mmmmmm, maybe he could convince his bride to wear some kind of metal glove ...

Slithering up to Archie, Nebulon kissed the proffered hand. It was at about eye-level.

[identity profile] traitorormartyr.livejournal.com 2007-08-11 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Well, this wouldn't be so bad. At least Nebulon was a gentleman...he thinks. "That's so kind of you." And it wasn't so bad either. At least there wasn't slime.

"So, what do you do?"

[identity profile] stylish-nebulon.livejournal.com 2007-08-11 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Nebulon could answer two questions at once! Fantastic! He hadn't answered his wife's question about what his name was, since, well, he hadn't figured out yet how to say his name to humans, or how to say anything other than "It's the milk chocolate" that wasn't part of a David Bowie song. But when his new wife asked him what he did, well, what he did was what he was! He didn't really have a job, per se, but he was an accomplished graffiti artist! He loved to tag brick walls with his tag: NEB-1. It had even been seen in a hip-hop video of questionable production quality (http://www.homestarrunner.com/newboots.html). Nebulon was quite proud of this.

So, out of seemingly nowhere, he whipped a can of spray paint, and tagged the interior wall of his new home in huge jagged letters:

NEB-1

[identity profile] traitorormartyr.livejournal.com 2007-08-11 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
"NEB-1? Is that your name? Do you mind if I call you Neb for short, then?"