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OOC: While the people below have signed up, this is open for anyone to enter the crazy.


So. It's Valentine's Day. Turlough had rounded up a few house elves to do his bidding. Said bidding was to set up tables with name cards, a table with food and drink (which may or may not be hexed, I couldn't decide), and a sign:

We will not be responsible for anyone fed love potions.

Because someone will.

We also will not be responsible for any actions here on in.

Turlough stood in the corner of the Great Hall, drink in hand, smirk on face as he watched people come on (or forced in by cattleprod point, in Soichiro's case.)

Winry/Charles Macaulay

Maia/Pickles

Yoda/Zim

Caprica Six /Gir

Homestar Runner/Susan Sto Helit

Toki Wartooth/Ayame Sohma

Rob Stark/ Kelly Kapoor

Soichiro Yagami/Billy Brennan

Lucille Bluth /Skwisgaar Skigelf (I swear to god I drew this.)

Phoenix Wright/Brainiac Five

Kon-El/Petulia Gristle

Gustav Marugueriff/Tomo Takino

Kathryn Merteuil/Wishbone

Camilla Macaulay/Benton Fraser

Molly Michon/Matthew

Ian Malcolm/KOS-MOS

Date: 2008-02-14 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] woocha.livejournal.com
Wishbone was dressed up for the occasion. As Robin Hood specifically. He even had a rose ready for his fair maiden.

Date: 2008-02-14 07:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomowildcat.livejournal.com
((Drive-by post, not ignoring Gustav but Tomo interacting with Wishbone is waaay overdue. Going to assume Tomo wanders off before Kathryn appears, that okay?))

"Hey, start the party, I'm here!"

For the hell of it (and because it looked awesome on her), Tomo came into the Great Hall wearing the purple kimono Ayame had made her as a Sorting bribe (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1523938.html?thread=77175522#t77175522), carrying a box of chocolates that was small enough to hide in one of the sleeves in case her matchup was lame and not worth the White Day chocolate.

Her match-up was some guy she'd never heard of and definitely not Wishbone, but not even Tomo was a match for the concentrated adorable that was Wishbone-as-Robin-Hood. She knelt down beside the dog. "Hey, sidekick! Lookin' good!"

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Date: 2008-02-14 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wright-phoenix.livejournal.com
Honestly, Phoenix didn't know what to expect. Good thing too, this is Hogwarts.

He dressed simply this time, turtleneck and slacks, forgoing the trademark suit and tie, found his name card and sat down, waiting.

Date: 2008-02-14 02:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mysticpearls.livejournal.com
Upon discovering the signups, Pearl made a point of getting to the Great Hall early. When she saw the pairing list, she was disappointed; she didn't recognize the name, but it wasn't Mystic Maya, and that was all that mattered.

Maya wasn't here yet, but someone had to keep Phoenix in line. What would she tell her cousin if she showed up only to find that her special someone had run off with someone else?

So she was on stakeout, not far away, hiding behind the buffet table and peeking around the bowls and plates of food. It might have been adequate cover, but from time to time one might see a familiar pair of hair loops popping up.

Date: 2008-02-14 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] papayagami.livejournal.com
Soichiro was perfectly fine alone. He had been writing a letter to Sachiko (not that she would ever read it, but it gave him some mild comfort).

Then a house elf barges in and threatens to zap him with a cattle prod if he did not proceed to the Great Hall posthaste.

He is not stupid enough to tempt fate by getting zapped, so he obeyed the elf and found himself utterly bewildered in the Great Hall.

Date: 2008-02-16 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bone-not-rock.livejournal.com
Soichiro was not the only person befuddled to find himself there. Billy had singed somebody else up, then completely forgotten about the whole thing. So when he saw his name, he figured that it must have been some sort of mistake. The elves were taking handwriting samples now? It wouldn't surprise him. The Hat was probably collecting DNA samples from sitting on people's heads.

This guy looked like a Soichiro. Hopefully he was. If so, they could introduce themselves, spend the minimum time required making small talk to satisfy whatever orders the house elves were under, and leave.

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Date: 2008-02-14 06:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ian-ma1co1m.livejournal.com
((Eeep! Missed me! (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1532722.html?thread=77571890#t77571890)))

Date: 2008-02-14 10:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellminxmel.livejournal.com
What kind of self-respecting person is named Pickles?! Maybe it doesn't matter--all they have to do is respect Maia, after all.

She walks into the room, not in any sort of red or pink thing, but she's made an effort. Et voila. (http://www.monsoon.co.uk/invt/25215103) Now all she has to do is sit in a corner (because her shoes really hurt) and glower at anyone who has got a respectable name.

Date: 2008-02-14 12:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ostianespionage.livejournal.com
Matthew was almost certain anyone who paired him up with someone named Molly Michon had done so simply because they thought alliterative names were funny. He was wearing what he usually did, but it was cleaner than it usually was.

He looked around, trying to spot his partner.

Date: 2008-02-14 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] margrat.livejournal.com
((Let's see if it works now))

By the time the big day rolled around, Gustav had settled on the opinion that this had been a Supremely Bad Idea, but he arrived anyway after some effort to make himself presentable and leaned against a wall, drink in hand (he might've seriously reconsidered this in light of his last drinking incident (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1506572.html), if only he'd remembered much of it), mentally rehearsing his (quite rusty) introductions.

Date: 2008-02-15 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tomowildcat.livejournal.com
Meanwhile, Tomo was wandering around, ostensibly looking for her victim date, but really just mingling and bothering people. She knew about the name cards, but why sit around and wait? Also, she'd discovered the girl with the pretzel-loop hair was on a stakeout and had cheerfully agreed to keep an eye out for "Mr. Nick's" date for her.

Of course, she had even less clue who Brainiac Five was supposed to be, and seeing over the rapidly growing crowd was getting to be a chore.

Which was why an Asian girl in a purple kimono (http://www.japanesegifts.com/images/kimono_furisode.jpg) suddenly appeared nearby, dragging a chair over to the wall and then carefully clambering up to stand on it. This was not as easy as it sounded as she had to keep from tripping over the hem of the kimono (hey, even Tomo knew to be careful with a new kimono), and was muttering something about too many tall people and bias against the short.

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Date: 2008-02-14 11:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com
Yoda had never met anyone named "Zim" here, so this would be an enlightening evening involving making new friends! He had brought festive cookies for his new acquaintance (sugar ones, with pink frosting and sayings like "Smile or your face will freeze that way!" and "When 900 years you reach, need commercialism you will not" written on them in white icing.) He sat at the table, humming to himself and chewing on his cane.

Date: 2008-02-19 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ingenius-evil.livejournal.com
Yes. Yes. Zim's plan, it was going to come to life as he stood here, in the entrance of the Great Hall. He had signed up for this VALENTINE business, not entirely sure as to what it was, in his usual Zim way of having no idea what things were. Last he knew, Valentine's day was for meat slabs and love piggies. Which, somewhere in the twisted maze that was Zim's mind, turned into FREE HUMAN SLAVES! He needed new test subjects. The spaghetti animation experiment would never work without them.

Only. This being didn't look human at all! It was an a~alien. Gah. This wasn't what he'd signed up for at all! But it would have to do. It was live, yes? That would suffice for the situation, at least for the time being. What kind of a title was Yoda, anyway? It rhymed with... soda. Zim really hoped he didn't get some sort of can of human beverages. "Are you made of Poop and carbonation?" he demanded the second he approached the table, in the spirit of the Earth soda (http://www.buzzyworld.com/zim/archives/downloads/poopcan.jpg) that he had become accustomed to.

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Date: 2008-02-15 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] caprica-6.livejournal.com
Caprica had done some research on what exactly Valentine's Day was, and had been pleased to see that it was a holiday celebrating love. She was of the opinion that love in all its various forms was something to be celebrated and cherished and experienced whenever possible. (And of course, upon stating that opinion, she had to put up with twenty minutes of Gaius laughing at her. It was hardly unexpected.)

So she made her way to the table with her name on it and sat waiting for this "Gir" person. What kind of a name is Gir?" Gaius asked sarcastically, sipping at a martini and leaning against the table. She didn't answer, as usual, because was it really any stranger of a name than "Gaius" or "Caprica"?

Date: 2008-02-15 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] secondfastest.livejournal.com
Valentine's Day is not metal. Toki hasn't bothered to dress up, get gifts, or anything stupid and crappy like that. He's just showed up because there's really nothing better for him to do and maybe he'll get laid.

He plops down at his seat, trying to keep a steady glare. It keeps slipping, because he's interested in seeing if anyone he knows is here--or at least, if there's any attractive ladies who are not were-lobsters present.

Date: 2008-02-15 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] charlesmacaulay.livejournal.com
Charles had signed Camilla up for this whole dating thing. He had not signed himself up. When a house elf toting a cattle prod came to herd him along, therefore, he said confidently: "This must be a mistake." He did not say aloud You've got the wrong Macaulay, but he was thinking it.

The house elf wasn't taking no for an answer. "All right, all right, you can put the prod away. Away, please. Just let me put on something presentable, all right? If you won't leave, turn around."

Fifteen minutes later, a dapper Charles Macaulay strolled into the Great Hall, pretending he wasn't being trailed by an armed house elf. "Winry? Who's Winry?"

Date: 2008-02-15 02:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deadlywrenches.livejournal.com
There were only a few times Winry was glad that Ed spent so much time in the library, and house elves showing up at their door and telling her she was going to be late for her date if she didn't hurry was one of them.

After her futile attempts to tell the elves that she was married and thus couldn't go on a date, she had realized it wasn't exactly something she could say no to. The threat of being shocked for her defiance was enough to get her moving, and she wrote a quick note to Ed (I had to go out for a bit, I'll be back soon, love Winry) before following the elves to the Great Hall.

When she heard Charles asking who she was, Winry stepped forward and gave him a sheepish smile. "I'm Winry," she said, offering her hand. There was no reason to not be polite, after all. "It's nice to meet you."

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Date: 2008-02-15 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thequeenbluth.livejournal.com
Lucille had prepared as best she could for the charity auction. She was, however, a little nervous. Without her sons there to bid on her, using the family money, she wasn't sure how things were going to go.

She'd tried to bribe a House Elf to put in a high bid, but it hadn't gone well.


Now, she sat at the table, touching up her makeup, waiting for her mysterious suitor -- Skwisgaar Skwigelf, what the hell kind of a name was that? -- to arrive. She hoped he'd spent a lot. She was worth it.

Date: 2008-02-15 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] awoooo.livejournal.com
Robb was having second thoughts. When he'd had Jon sign him up for this event, he hadn't realized it was going to be a big party like this. Nor, for that matter, had he realized it was going to be catered.

Robb had a natural wariness of such things now.

Of course, it wouldn't have befitted a Stark to back down, now that he had submitted himself to it, so he could hardly leave. Mustering up all of his dignity, he strode into the room, ignoring any stares he might get, and sat down at his place with a regal air.

Date: 2008-02-16 02:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] c-macaulay.livejournal.com
Camilla knew about the Valentine's Day blind-date event. She'd signed up her friend Susan, for purely unselfish reasons, of course. She knew she had most definitely not signed herself up for anything.

She didn't think anything of it when someone knocked at the Winters' door that evening. Well, all right, she was mildly irritated. Anyone with any reason to see them should know they wouldn't want to be disturbed. Henry and Camilla Winter were not red-velvet-candy-box, bows-and-ribbons, Hallmark holiday people. They did, however, have their own forms of observance. Or would -- they never had spent a Valentine's Day together before. At Hampden it just hadn't been possible, the one February they'd actually been anything like a couple. Anyway. They were newlyweds. Their friends ought to leave them alone on Valentine's Day, even if they would never go within a hundred yards of a Whitman's Sampler (or a Good Vibrations). If they wanted to spend the evening writing marginalia in their respective copies of Liddell and Scott (and for all Camilla knew, that might be exactly what Henry had in mind), well, then they should be left to do so in peace!

So, yes, Camilla was irritated a little. She was not, however, suspicious.

The last thing she expected was the Spanish Inquisition a house elf with a cattle-prod.

She associated armed house-elves with tent villages and the like. Her face blanched. "There's got to be some mistake," she said. To which she was handed a piece of paper stating she, Camilla Macaulay, was expected at this Valentine event, and that her date would be awaiting her.

"Really, there's got to be some mistake," she repeated. "That isn't my name any more."

Date: 2008-02-16 03:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] h-m-winter.livejournal.com
...There was only one person Henry knew of who would give Camilla's maiden name on anything. Oh, Charles was a dead man.

"There does have to be a mistake," he said, joining her at the door. "Her name is Camilla Winter. Unless perhaps you've written it wrong, and you're looking for her brother?" There was nothing nasty in his voice, but there definitely was in his mind. Charles wasn't going to get to carry out whatever plans he might have had for Valentine's Day, but Camilla was certainly going to, dammit.

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looking for 'Wishbone' ... ??

Date: 2008-02-16 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mlle-merteuil.livejournal.com
Kathryn fully expected to have a good time tonight. She wasn't anywhere near Manchester Prep, which meant she didn't have to guard her reputation quite so strictly. She could let her hair down a little, as it were. (Actually her hair was down, quite fetchingly tousled in artfully disheveled loose ringlets.)

She'd written on the sign-up for preference: Surprise me. She'd meant she could swing either way. She had assumed the sign-ups were for a single species.

Seeing the name 'Wishbone', she thought perhaps some kind of avant-garde artist had signed up. That would be all right. The other kind of person she could imagine with a name like 'Wishbone' would be a street punk, and that was not Kathryn's type.

Re: looking for 'Wishbone' ... ??

Date: 2008-02-17 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] woocha.livejournal.com
The thorns were getting to irritate Wishbone, so he jumped down, ran over to the opposite side, and set the rose next to his date's name card.

Kathryn Merteuil? A nice name for a maiden. He ran back to his seat.

Re: looking for 'Wishbone' ... ??

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Date: 2008-02-16 07:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spinmybuzzer.livejournal.com
((Been too long since I played this guy. Apologies for slowness and/or rustiness.))

Homestar wandered into the Great Hall. Despite his tux and bouqet (of tofu squares on wooden skewers), he seemed lost. Not that that was anything new.

"Oh, Marzipan!" he called. "Anyone seen Marzipan? I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be taking her to the Chez Perez or like Bubs Concession Stand or something." Then he stopped, looked around, and added, "And what the heck am I doing here? I don't remember the Great Hall being in my bathroom."

It was a mystery.

Date: 2008-02-17 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] usethepoker.livejournal.com
Susan was Cranky.

She'd been drained for the last several days, and had wanted nothing more than to have a quiet evening in, hopefully with Charles and tea. Instead, some cattle-prod-bearing house elves had descended on her door and dragged her down to the Great Hall. Well, 'dragged' was really the wrong word, especially since a detachment of her cats who had sensed her ire had in turn descended on the elves. Now, lacking their cattle prods, pride, and several square inches of skin apiece, they sulked after her as she found her table and, at the table, Homestar.

Susan had never seen Homestar before, but it took a lot to weird her out. "I think we're both stuck here," she said.

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