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- laura palmer,
- light yagami,
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Astral plane, activate! (HH anniversary plot, RP open to all)
The Sorting Hat had been dabbling in way too many fringe philosophies. (Neo-Rosicrucianism? Really, Sorting Hat?) It seemed that puppet!Ron Weasley's name for it, Sorting Hat the Wise, had gone to the Hat's lack-of-visible-head.
On the morning of Dec. 13 (or was it the 14th?) the Hat's esoteric interests affected the school for the second time.
The first instance had been more than a year past, when the Hat took a cue from Rev. Sun Myung Moon and united most of the Hogwarts students in mass marriages. That had been a lengthy and concerted effort by the Hat and its house-elf minions, opposed vigorously by the wicked (or noble??) Kojiro. Kojiro's kidnapping of the Hat's bride had been something of a turning point for the headstrong headgear.
This new instance ... even Kojiro might be powerless to counter. And the Hat's agency would be difficult, if not impossible, to discern.
In a mighty magical working, the Hat projected many of the students ... to the astral plane, in their astral forms.
Astral Hogwarts resembled the real material Hogwarts (well, the Sorting Hat's version of material Hogwarts) very closely indeed. There were some dissimilarities: did Hogwarts, on the material plane, really sparkle so much? Were there so many rainbows in the sky, without a hint of rain to prompt their presence? Were there really pastel-colored unicorns frolicking on the grounds? Unicorns with hair made of cotton candy?
Could the students fly without brooms in material Hogwarts?
Other than that, it would be instantly recognizable as Hogwarts. The astral students would find nothing jarringly unfamiliar, being astral themselves. No disorientation, as there had been with the mass weddings; only a pleasant surprise, if they did happen to remember the absence of pastel unicorns and self-propelled flight.
Finally the Hat would have achieved paradise! Too bad not all the students could be brought into this happy realm. The Hat hadn't quite figured out how to bring everyone en masse. But many of them could be.
Including Kojiro, perhaps ...
(( OOC note: People are welcome to RP astral shenanigans here, or to start their own new posts for interactions of a closed variety. Please, if you embark on NSFW action, make a new post so that it can be lj-cut with appropriate warnings. ))
On the morning of Dec. 13 (or was it the 14th?) the Hat's esoteric interests affected the school for the second time.
The first instance had been more than a year past, when the Hat took a cue from Rev. Sun Myung Moon and united most of the Hogwarts students in mass marriages. That had been a lengthy and concerted effort by the Hat and its house-elf minions, opposed vigorously by the wicked (or noble??) Kojiro. Kojiro's kidnapping of the Hat's bride had been something of a turning point for the headstrong headgear.
This new instance ... even Kojiro might be powerless to counter. And the Hat's agency would be difficult, if not impossible, to discern.
In a mighty magical working, the Hat projected many of the students ... to the astral plane, in their astral forms.
Astral Hogwarts resembled the real material Hogwarts (well, the Sorting Hat's version of material Hogwarts) very closely indeed. There were some dissimilarities: did Hogwarts, on the material plane, really sparkle so much? Were there so many rainbows in the sky, without a hint of rain to prompt their presence? Were there really pastel-colored unicorns frolicking on the grounds? Unicorns with hair made of cotton candy?
Could the students fly without brooms in material Hogwarts?
Other than that, it would be instantly recognizable as Hogwarts. The astral students would find nothing jarringly unfamiliar, being astral themselves. No disorientation, as there had been with the mass weddings; only a pleasant surprise, if they did happen to remember the absence of pastel unicorns and self-propelled flight.
Finally the Hat would have achieved paradise! Too bad not all the students could be brought into this happy realm. The Hat hadn't quite figured out how to bring everyone en masse. But many of them could be.
Including Kojiro, perhaps ...
(( OOC note: People are welcome to RP astral shenanigans here, or to start their own new posts for interactions of a closed variety. Please, if you embark on NSFW action, make a new post so that it can be lj-cut with appropriate warnings. ))
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For some reason, astral Hogwarts had computers that worked, and lots of MP3's, and thus, after some time primping and styling her hair, picking out an outfit that flattered what curves she had, and preparing a mix CD for her one true love, Jaime Lannister, Brienne skipped out to face the morning.
The urge to sing was overwhelming, and so Brienne serenaded everyone around with a deeply meaningful song. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjWn-ueeeLw)
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The cuffs of his shirt were too long, and reached halfway down his hands unbuttoned, golden hand and hand of flesh alike. He smelled of hair gel.
Sullen, he ignored the frolicking unicorns. They shied away from him anyhow, because he was so dark and morally ambiguous, and that was anathema to unicorns. A wind blew to ripple his shirt and kiss his otherwise gel-stiffened hair.
Music followed him. He'd tried so hard, and come so far, but in the end, it didn't even matter. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZp2jAdBu1o)
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"Jaime!" she cried, running through the meadow, her mysteriously long, flowing tresses floating behind her in the wind. She stared at his chest, loving the tan, waxed hairlessness of him.
Coming to his side, she offered him the small package she was carrying. "Jaime, I made you a mix CD,. I hope you like it." Her bosom trembled with agitation. If he didn't like it, she would cry, and that would ruin her mascara.
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Immediately he broke into a graceful run, like nothing so much as the lion of his house's name, lithe and predatory. He met her halfway.
"My love." He took the mix CD from her hand and gazed at the cover with its beautiful collage of artwork and glitter. Brienne had such girly taste in music. "I don't doubt that you feel the music of Shakira best represents the bond between us."
Wherever, whenever, they were meant to be together.
(His soundtrack changed to reflect the choice (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-3brRCRsA8). His eyes crinkled in a momentary show of distaste, but he forced himself to accept it. He would endure girly music for his love. He gave only a moment's thought to the way Ser Loras' Nickelback-heavy soundtrack complemented his own. And to the sweet, sweet buttsex only two Kingsguard could truly know.)
"I made you a mix CD too. It took a while because I first had to reimburse Nero AG (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nero_AG) for unlawfully acquired software. A Lannister always pays his debts."
From the hip pocket of his tight trousers, he pulled a flash drive he had pre-loaded with songs that expressed his feelings for Brienne. Ripping each song had been a painful process. Then he had needed to get a flash drive because there was no way he could fit a CD in his pants.
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"Aw, I love this song!"
Sure, she never heard it before and didn't know the lyrics; that's why Odin invented the word "doo" for use in any melody! And of course, she would love this song. This song *moved* her, in particularly bouncy ways. When she saw who was doing the singing, she gasped loudly and caught up with her.
"Ohmigods, Brienne! I love your hair! And I love that song!"