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Multi-Sock and Open RP: The Gang's All Here! ... Minus One
((Backdated to the day before the annullments. This is the conclusion of this plot which you may or may not remember. I'm officially back now, yay!))
Nearly a full month after they'd left Hogwarts, the weary refugees (seven in all, counting the wolf and the wolf-boy) clambored up the road from Hogsmeade, exhausted but grateful to be back. How the rescue plane had finally found them, no one was quite sure -- whether Crowley's powers had finally done some good besides the free housing, or whether Fraser's signal fire had actually paid off, or if it was just a total coincidence -- but no one was exactly going to question. Some of them had actually enjoyed their little tropical paradise, but not a one of them wasn't happy to be rid of it.
After all, what was life without soap operas, fancy cigarettes, Jell-O, tea packets, curling, steak, donuts, and the Ritz? (And just go ahead and guess which of those belonged to whom.)
They were all looking toned and tanned after their long ordeal, with two notable exceptions: Crowley was as pale as ever and looked, in fact, entirely unchanged, while Francis was sporting both a shiner and a sunburn that made his pink face clash distressingly with his mop of red hair. The both of them were wearing black and were neatly-shaven; the other three were scruffy and unkempt. The dogs (well, dog, or rather half-wolf, and Robb) were shedding and panting with the heat as they loped along.
"Thank God," someone groaned as the castle loomed into sight, and everyone murmured their own version of agreement. Finally, after all this time, it seemed like it was finally over.
Little did they know that one more Tragedy was yet to strike.
The moment they passed through the gate there was a 'whoosh' and then a little pop!, and suddenly there were only six. An empty space had opened up next to Francis. At his feet sat a single kernel of popcorn, pale yellow and smelling faintly of butter. The group all stopped and stared in horror. There was a crowded pause.
"Oh, dear," Fraser murmured.
More silence.
"I, ah..." Mohinder folded his hands and closed his eyes. "He will be missed."
"Oh, for Heaven's sake, it's not as though he were dead," Francis snapped, rolling his eyes. "Come on. I want to take a shower. My fleas have fleas." The others looked at him expectantly. He took a step back. "What?"
Fraser, Cox, Mohinder and Jim all somehow exchanged a four-way look. "Do you want to...?" Jim asked uncertainly. "I mean, uh, you guys were kinda close." Despite the fact that Francis and Crowley had shacked up together almost immediately, they all knew this wasn't particularly true, but it still seemed like the appropriate question to ask. Francis gave Jim a long, sardonic look, then turned and headed up the hill for the main entrance. Jim let out a low whistle and shrugged. "Guess not." He picked Crowley up and held him out. "Anyone?"
"I'll take him," Fraser volunteered, like they all knew he would. Jim handed the ex-demon over, but Cox intercepted.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I gotta swing by the Popcorn Room on my way back to the Wing, anyway."
Mohinder blinked. "You're... going back to work? Right now?"
Cox snorted and grinned. "Well, other than catching up on La Lohan and the VMAs, there's not exactly a whole lot else to do in this dump. I'll see you fellas around." Tossing Crowley back and forth like a juggling ball, Cox hefted his bag over his shoulder and followed Francis up towards the castle. Or, rather, absolutely did not follow him, but just happened to walk in the same direction.
After a moment of hesitation, the others moved along after him. After all, what else were they going to do?
"Do you think we should have a-- a funeral of some sorts?" Fraser asked uncertainly. "I'm not sure of the protocol in this situation."
"I'm not sure either," Mohinder admitted, looking around. "But in the meantime, do you know what all these tents are for?"
"Huh," said Jim.
((Okay, so as you've probably figured out now, Crowley has sadly gone the way of the popcorn. But check his journal to see the first part of the island adventure! As for right now, all of my characters minus Geoffrey -- Dr. Cox, Francis, Fraser, Mohinder, Jim, and Robb (and Diefenbaker!) -- are currently around the front lawn/entrance area and are free for RP in this post. Have at them!))
Nearly a full month after they'd left Hogwarts, the weary refugees (seven in all, counting the wolf and the wolf-boy) clambored up the road from Hogsmeade, exhausted but grateful to be back. How the rescue plane had finally found them, no one was quite sure -- whether Crowley's powers had finally done some good besides the free housing, or whether Fraser's signal fire had actually paid off, or if it was just a total coincidence -- but no one was exactly going to question. Some of them had actually enjoyed their little tropical paradise, but not a one of them wasn't happy to be rid of it.
After all, what was life without soap operas, fancy cigarettes, Jell-O, tea packets, curling, steak, donuts, and the Ritz? (And just go ahead and guess which of those belonged to whom.)
They were all looking toned and tanned after their long ordeal, with two notable exceptions: Crowley was as pale as ever and looked, in fact, entirely unchanged, while Francis was sporting both a shiner and a sunburn that made his pink face clash distressingly with his mop of red hair. The both of them were wearing black and were neatly-shaven; the other three were scruffy and unkempt. The dogs (well, dog, or rather half-wolf, and Robb) were shedding and panting with the heat as they loped along.
"Thank God," someone groaned as the castle loomed into sight, and everyone murmured their own version of agreement. Finally, after all this time, it seemed like it was finally over.
Little did they know that one more Tragedy was yet to strike.
The moment they passed through the gate there was a 'whoosh' and then a little pop!, and suddenly there were only six. An empty space had opened up next to Francis. At his feet sat a single kernel of popcorn, pale yellow and smelling faintly of butter. The group all stopped and stared in horror. There was a crowded pause.
"Oh, dear," Fraser murmured.
More silence.
"I, ah..." Mohinder folded his hands and closed his eyes. "He will be missed."
"Oh, for Heaven's sake, it's not as though he were dead," Francis snapped, rolling his eyes. "Come on. I want to take a shower. My fleas have fleas." The others looked at him expectantly. He took a step back. "What?"
Fraser, Cox, Mohinder and Jim all somehow exchanged a four-way look. "Do you want to...?" Jim asked uncertainly. "I mean, uh, you guys were kinda close." Despite the fact that Francis and Crowley had shacked up together almost immediately, they all knew this wasn't particularly true, but it still seemed like the appropriate question to ask. Francis gave Jim a long, sardonic look, then turned and headed up the hill for the main entrance. Jim let out a low whistle and shrugged. "Guess not." He picked Crowley up and held him out. "Anyone?"
"I'll take him," Fraser volunteered, like they all knew he would. Jim handed the ex-demon over, but Cox intercepted.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I gotta swing by the Popcorn Room on my way back to the Wing, anyway."
Mohinder blinked. "You're... going back to work? Right now?"
Cox snorted and grinned. "Well, other than catching up on La Lohan and the VMAs, there's not exactly a whole lot else to do in this dump. I'll see you fellas around." Tossing Crowley back and forth like a juggling ball, Cox hefted his bag over his shoulder and followed Francis up towards the castle. Or, rather, absolutely did not follow him, but just happened to walk in the same direction.
After a moment of hesitation, the others moved along after him. After all, what else were they going to do?
"Do you think we should have a-- a funeral of some sorts?" Fraser asked uncertainly. "I'm not sure of the protocol in this situation."
"I'm not sure either," Mohinder admitted, looking around. "But in the meantime, do you know what all these tents are for?"
"Huh," said Jim.
((Okay, so as you've probably figured out now, Crowley has sadly gone the way of the popcorn. But check his journal to see the first part of the island adventure! As for right now, all of my characters minus Geoffrey -- Dr. Cox, Francis, Fraser, Mohinder, Jim, and Robb (and Diefenbaker!) -- are currently around the front lawn/entrance area and are free for RP in this post. Have at them!))
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No, seriously, did she have some kind of seventh-sense (the sixth, of course, being her womanly intuition) that told her when Cox was in range? Or maybe it really just was that sixth sense telling her that she and Stephen should walk back to the castle right at that moment.
They'd been out looking for plants to stock up the potions lab, and now they were walking slowly across the lawn in light conversation, smiling and laughing, Carla wearing rolled up jeans and a t-shirt that may or may not have belonged to Stephen (http://www.instantattitudes.com/shirts/t020.html), the picnic basket they had their plants in bumping between them.
Any smiles, though, faded when Carla caught sight of a familiar shock of red hair. "Él debe tener el par más grande del mundo de bolas," she hissed in disbelief, halfway torn between tackling the man to the ground and not letting him up until she was quite finished kissing him and kicking him in the shin.
Seriously. He'd been gone for a month. No word. No letters or owls or whatever the hell passed for communication around here. Nothing. Just leaving her to worry and wonder and assume the worst. He had to have shacked up with Jordan again. No other explanation. And now she'd kicked his sorry ass to the curb again and he was going to come crawling back, telling her that 'this time it's different!'"
Like hell.
A glower on her face that could rival Medusa's glare, Carla stalked up to Cox, trusting Stephen to follow.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Not that, you know, she cared.
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When she caught sight of her friend, the red hair got her attention first, and with a glad "Khairei!" she rushed toward him -- only to stop in her tracks once close enough to actually take in his present state.
"Darling, what happened to your face?"
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smoochedattacked by Turnbull (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1436442.html?thread=73186842#t73186842), and hugged (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1448301.html?thread=73789293#t73789293) by a strange (albeit very attractive) redhead. While all this is going down, his partner is apparently off playing Blue Lagoon. He's at it alone. Doesn't even get a freaking Wolf to go around and sniff things.A kid also barfed on his shoes, but he's glad Fraser wasn't here for that. There probably would have been some licking going on in the vicinity of the upchuck, and Ray does not need to deal with that on top of everything else.
Ray's reached a conclusion. The hugging thing cinched it. He's on an undercover mission...and no one bothered to tell him about it. Sort of like what happened to Fraser (http://www.trinityslash.com/trans/ep141.html), only much suckier, because it's happening to him.
And speaking of Fraser, it looks like he's coming Ray's way. Cool. Maybe they can go grab some Chinese...
Wait a tick. It's Fraser! Thank Motherfreaking God! Ray's finally got some back-up! Hoofing it out of the castle entryway, Ray's on Fraser in about 2.5 seconds, hugging the crap outta the stupid Mountie. In a very stylish and manly way, of course. Pulling back, and grabbing Fraser by the shoulders, Ray launches into a tirade that his partner absolutely has coming.
"Where the hell have you been? I got covered in butter! No one briefed me on the assignment, kids are barfing on my shoes, and strange people are hugging me. People I don't even know."
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Having just gotten sorted, Wishbone was taking full advantage of the expansive Hogwarts grounds....to dig some holes.
So his paws were dirty and he was having a ball.
As he popped up to find another place that needed a hole, he got a whiff of another dog nearby, and there he was!
Wishbone ran up toward Diefenbaker.
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So upon seeing him tagging along with the group returning to school, she ran back into the castle and reemerged a few minutes later, bearing beef jerky. It seemed as good a welcome back gift as anything, what with Grey Wind's head being sewed onto her brother's body. She held it out to him with a timid smile. "Where have you been?"
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