[Open RP] Happy Valentine's Day, suckers!

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

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

Comments

[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.

[spinmybuzzer.livejournal.com]

Homestar blinked, frowned for a moment. He looked around again, then stared thoughtfully at the tofu bouquet before grinning and offering it to Susan. Hey, it was Valentine's Day! If you couldn't be with the you loved...

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Well...it was the thought that counted, right? "Ah, thank you," she said, taking the boquet. He wasn't Homsar, but related to him, perhaps? Homsar made her think of Stephen, which made her think of popcorn, which made her think of Other Things, and all in all a tofu boquet was actually a nice distraction. "Did you sign up for this, or did someone else sign you up?" If he was indeed related to Homsar, she might or might not get a coherent answer, but one never knew.

[spinmybuzzer.livejournal.com]

"We were supposed to sign up?" Homestar asked, momentarily not connecting that sign-up sheet (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1532722.html) with the Great Hall gathering. "Ooh, are we forming a sports team? I'm a terrific athlete." He grinned.

All in all, this was already the best Valentine's Day ever. They'd been sitting there for whole seconds (possibly even a minute or two, time being fluid and all that) and Susan still hadn't ordered him to make her a sandwich.

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Susan blinked, but gamely went along with it. "Certainly," she said. "Do you play cricket at all?" At least this Homestar spoke in coherent sentences that could, with some imagination, be related to what she herself had said. Sort of.

[spinmybuzzer.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah," he answered casually as though he had the slightest clue what cricket even was. "I play cricket. I play like Peasant's Quest. Ooh, and Typing Tutor! That's a good one. And this one game where you like shoot these old guys' heads and they explode, but Strong Sad got mad at me for playing that one." He looked around then whispered confidentially, "I think I cut in front of him in line or something."