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Entry tags:
- aayla secura,
- albel nox,
- alice cullen,
- archie kennedy,
- arthur dent,
- bialar crais,
- billy brennan,
- bombalurina,
- borat sagdiyev,
- brenda johnson,
- camilla macaulay,
- carla espinosa,
- carrie white,
- charles foster ofdensen,
- chiana,
- dale smither,
- damien thorn,
- demyx,
- dieter prohl,
- erk,
- family values,
- george st bartleigh,
- homsar,
- ian malcolm,
- jadzia dax,
- jaime lannister,
- janet fraiser,
- jeanne francaix,
- john zoidberg,
- jon snow,
- judy poovey,
- lily potter,
- lola sanchez,
- maia,
- malice doll,
- matthew,
- miss swan,
- nebulon,
- oz,
- phoenix wright,
- pickles,
- richard papen,
- sam winchester,
- skwisgaar skwigelf,
- sorting hat,
- stephen maturin,
- the old man,
- toki wartooth,
- tomo takino,
- tricia mcmillan,
- wolfram von bielefeld,
- yoda
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 ofduck 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!))
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
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!))
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"Aren't you sweet," she cooed, in the tone of voice usually reserved for attractive males.
Her hair was brushed and then skillfully tousled again, into cascading red curls down her back.
"So where are you from, then?" asked Bomba, slightly more interested in her new spouse now than she had been a few minutes ago.
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She lets one gray leg dangle off the couch. "Me, I'm from Nebari Prime. Little drenhole of a planet, you'd hate it. Been on the run from the Establishment most of my life. Even lived onboard a Leviathan with a bunch of other escaped prisoners for a few cycles, how drad is that? Came here for a little peace and quiet, but... getting kind of bored with all of that."
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"Peace and quiet was never really my scene," she mused, checking her reflection from all angles and maybe pulled down her dress a bit to reveal more cleavage. "Neither is marriage, come to think about it. We can still leave the house... I say we go out and find ourselves a party. All these disgruntled people around here, there's bound to be some of them drinking heavily." She turned from the mirror to smile impishly at Chiana, striking a pose. "Am I acceptable like this?"
It was just a question. Bombalurina knew very well that she was good-looking.
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"Frelling marriage." Really, life would be so much better if the whole concept was erased, she's convinced. First that debacle with D'argo, then the second time with D'argo, and now this. But hey, at least Bombalurina is decent looking and apparently of similar point of view on some things.
"Party! Yeah. Great idea!" She makes a show of eying Bomba before grinning. "Very acceptable. Though I'm going to have to find something suitable, I suppose..." She fishes around until she finds something cute. (http://www.divacorsets.com/product.php?id=307) Rygel had once accused her of having nothing more to her than "a pushed up pair of loomas in a corset," and tonight she feels a bit like embodying that
because nothing says "forced marriage" like a slutty dress."This look acceptable to you?"Even if it's not, she's going to wear it anyway. She really likes that dress.
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"Very acceptable indeed, hon," she smiled. Bomba grabbed her handbag, which was filled with make-up and other beautifying necessities, and then slipped into her high-heels (http://www.sexyshoes.co.uk/fresh6-12.html). "Bring the, mm, drink thing," she added as she stood, again posing in front of the mirror.
Mm. Drink things were good.
Bombalurina peered out the tent flap, spotting the House-elves parading around with their cattle-prods, and she smiled at them as she contemplated hunting them all down like rats. When she received an odd look in reply from one of them, she just blew the elf a kiss and gave him a cheeky wave. No problems here, officer! Just getting ready to celebrate our wedding...