http://ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2008-12-14 03:07 pm

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. ))

[identity profile] cosmicteddy.livejournal.com 2008-12-15 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
This... person was even having a problem if they should accept help in solving the original problem! Ohh, it was a good one!

"I think you look very clean," said Michael gently and waved the pastry in an appetising way somewhere around Wolfram's ear. "Come on, my friend. It will be better if you talk about it. And maybe have a pastry, to get your strength. It will be good for the baby, too!"

[identity profile] wolfram-jyari.livejournal.com 2008-12-15 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
At the mention of the pastries, the delicate creature known as Wolfram von Bielefeld realized that he hadn't eaten since dinner, which was several long half-hours ago. He collapsed like a broken doll (broken, light his heart), and didn't even bounce.

"Oooh," he moaned as he bat his eyelashes. "Im starvin... my babies wll dy!" The poor wretch began to faint as he called out, "Yuuri <3 ...heeelp."

[identity profile] cosmicteddy.livejournal.com 2008-12-15 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Babies? Die? Not on Michael's watch they weren't! He'd force the sweet treat down Wolfram's throat if he had to, but there'd be no baby-death! He kneeled by the weeping... woman... man... thing, and managed to maneuver the giant pastry tray down on the ground to instead help Wolfram.

"You shall not starve!" he vowed with great solemnity. "I shall help you and feed you and then guide you through this, so you can be a helpful member of the society here at Hogwarts, and you do not have to worry about anything." Except possibly the delivery of the babies. That part might be tricky. But you know, whatever. "It's all about the choices you make," he announced. "You can choose to lie down and not eat pastries, and slowly die, or you can rise up, proud, and say, for the sake of my children, I will bravely carry on, and finish the entire tray! Not just the cream puffs, not just the éclairs, but the cherry tarts and apple muffins as well! You can do it!" And then, the big guns. "I have faith in you!"