I am Rin Tezuka (Katawa Shoujo). And this is Hogwarts. This application is... interesting.

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

A young woman - red-headed, green eyed, barefoot, and, curiously, with the sleeves of her (male) Hogwarts uniform tied off where her elbows would be, slowly slumps into the room. On seeing the application form and quill, her face has a bare twitch. "Tch," she says, drawing up her leg.

To her surprise, the (Quick Quotes) Quill writes down, Tch.

"...Interesting," she says. Again, the Quill writes: Interesting.

"This is a public room," she says, more to herself than to anyone else. "Therefore this is not as per my requests for accommodation. Therefore, this school will be very interesting." She smiles, sort of. As a test, she says, "Quill: select all. Erase all."

She sees that it does. And smiles.



State your full name.

My name is Rin. Sometimes Tezuka Rin. Mostly during roll call. Mainly just Rin.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?

...Tofu is a curd product. Ma Po tofu is delicious, as are most spicy foods. But it is not cheese. Just curd. ...That may count, it may not. I am not fond of cheese, to be honest. Nor of milk. Japan. ...Not much call for dairy there, I mean. And my tastes are more Eastern, in food, to begin with. Being Japanese.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

...They are annoyances. They are not threats. If they annoy, I must ignore it. Shikata ga nai. Still, perhaps, as a dinosaur, Barney would be a danger. He certianly seems reminicent of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, if... more plush. In that case, in self defense, I suppose I would have to kill Barney.

3. What time is it where you are?

Late. Autumn. I have finished my painting for the day, and caught up on my reading; Hanako and Hisao have made me a list, and my fantasy novel has proven to be romantic, in a good way. I shall take a bath soon, with Emi's help. Then I will relax.

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

...A very interesting question. Placed to feel my psychology? That is what I would guess.

But that is a tangent. To answer, my interest would likely be in Sirius Black. He is complex, in good ways. And with that much hair I am sure that the solution is in his pants.

This, of course, assumes that by "harrass" you mean advances that are... unexpected, to be sure, but not unwelcome. If you truly mean harrassment, then I would not presume so much.

5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

"...Brief Summer Lightning," after a song, and the mental state I would want to invoke. Most likely a jazz bar. With sushi. Because I think, somehow, it would go well with jazz. I am... strange, that way. Synasthetic.

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.

Without knowing the two, this is a difficult question to answer. I know a little of Harry, of course. And a little of George and Fred.

All I know is that whichever one he loves, if indeed he loves one, is the one he should marry.

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.

Perhaps you have over-committed yourself. Find out what you are doing that is not essential, and bow out. Your mind will thank you.

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

I feel, at this point, that I should explain my... unique issues.

I was born without arms. That is, I had shoulders, but nothing useful on them. I suspect, as does my mother, that there was thalidomide in her water, when she was pregnant - we lived near a pharmecutical company.

For many, this would have been the whole story. I was more than fortunate; I began education at one Yamaku Academy, designed to teach... Katawa... like myself sufficiency. If not self-sufficiency, than... sufficient... sufficiency.

I walk barefoot because my feet are as good as hands, for most work. And I am an artist of, my teachers and peers assure me, no small talent. I completed a mural in the space of 3 weeks - a small one - in time for a summer festival.

Tangent. This is how I met Hisao; he had transferred. His problem was with... ah, but I should let him say. I forget how rude it is to say for someone. Though not as much to ask. Hisao is... a person I am thankful to know. I shall see what comes of it.

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe.

I am available for commissioned drawings and paintings. I am willing to accept art trades from the faculties, instead of my usual rate.



I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG.
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I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.
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I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.
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One day, marmalade will rule the world.
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Comments

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't think tofu would count as a cheese," A said thoughtfully. "But I have seen a recipe for ma po tofu, and it does sound good. I haven't tried any Sichuan recipes yet, though. Have you made it?"

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

"I have had occasion to," she said. "It is not expensive to prepare, and it is not cafeteria food, and it is good. Three reasons for me to learn. More than enough."

She thinks. "I have been trying to find a good source of Hunan recipes. I have not had luck. Have you?"

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

"Cooking is a good skill." A gave her a friendly smile. "I haven't tried preparing Hunan food either, but I have a recipe for Velveted Fish that I have been meaning to try."

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

"I have a similar recipe for chicken," she says. "It calls for cashew nuts, which I doubt would go well with most fish. Almonds, perhaps, would be better?"

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

He paused to mentally review the flavors. "I think fish and almonds would combine well," he said after a moment. "I know trout almondine is a well-known dish."

[homsarhomsar.livejournal.com]

Rin and Homsar both lacked visible arms (http://www.hrwiki.org/wiki/lack_of_visible_arms), and, feeling that bond of kinship, Homsar blibbled over to Rin, his bowler hat doing excited 360s.

"DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! I'm a bowl of moo goo gai pan!" he exclaimed happily.

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

She blinks, and chuckles.

"And my thoughts tend to be more like cirrus clouds," she says apropos of nothing.

[homsarhomsar.livejournal.com]

Considering that pretty much everything Homsar ever said was apropos of nothing, Rin was in good company. Homsar felt the bonds of kinship growing as strong as a heavy lourde (http://hrwiki.org/wiki/Heavy_Lourde).

"DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! It's ladies night, and I feel all right!" he shouted exuberantly. And to demonstrate just how all right he felt, his bowler hat lifted up a couple of inches, revealing a Jenga block, which appeared to float down towards his torso and then out to Rin.

Was this the equivalent of a pan of brownies, a sort of neighborly welcome? Was it an invitation to Jengaship shanking? Homsar did not say.

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

"Ah," she says, amused. "Do you play?"

Then smiling, she takes a pad of paper and a pencil out of the bag at her hip, sits down, and starts to sketch the floating Jenga block.

[bigredbernard.livejournal.com]

Andy Bernard had a problem. (Just one?) He had a specific problem, today, in the Sorting Room, where he was waiting for his own Sorting to be completed.

He had just been informed (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1851234.html?thread=102614626#t102614626) that, without a thorough knowledge of Japanese culture, he could not consider himself a true Renaissance man.

Cultural capital was important to Andy. Anything a Cornell man should know, he had to have mastered. While he felt he was right and Yukimura was wrong, a seed of doubt had nonetheless been planted. Ever since Yukimura left, Andy had been racking his Ivy-educated brain for any knowledge about Japan he might have gleaned through former dorm-mates and their girlfriends.

Lo and behold, here came a Japanese chick, full of interesting Japan trivia about tofu and all that kind of thing. Perfect opportunity! Andy sauntered over.

"Hey. So ... you're from Japan. Maaaaybe you can help me out here. I need to know everything about Japan. For starters: what is the deal with that soda with the marble in the bottle neck?" He meant ramune, but he couldn't remember the name.

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

"I know very little about most of Japan. Small town in Nagano. For... special needs students. I could tell you about that. DIsability rights. In Japan."

She blinks, and smiles. "Ramune. Lemon lime soda. Unique visual design. Also, designed so that you can only sip, not chug. Therefore, you enjoy longer."

[bigredbernard.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Andy didn't sound convinced. "So you can't, like, do the Dew. Bummer. What about kancho? Is that for real, or is it an 'urban legend'?" For no apparent reason, he bracketed the phrase with air quotes, using his fingers as indicators.

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

"No one at the Academy practiced it. Some of their younger relatives did, when the visited. Hisao nearly died. ...Literally. It happens. It is childish."

She sighs. "These are minor points. Trivial. As essential to Japan as hot dogs are to America or lemon curd to Britain."

She blinks. "There is a word. It is useful. It is Japanese. It is untranslatable with a single word. Or sentence. Homework for you? So to speak. Translate 'wabi' into English, in one paragraph. It is... more essential."

[bigredbernard.livejournal.com]

Andy blinked. "Oh-kay, buuuuut I don't speak Japanese. So I can't translate Japanese into English, 'cause the word's meaning is something I don't know. Guess I could wing it. By the way? Hot dogs? Totally essential to America," he affirmed. "That and apple pie. Whatevs. Tell me more about this near-death by kancho. Did it really happen to someone you know? Like a friend of a friend? One of my professors told me that almost every urban legend happens to a 'friend of a friend'. A FOAF." Andy pronounced it fo-aff.

[hikikomoriways.livejournal.com]

((OOC: I apologize in advance for Satou's sketchiness. But after googling Rin's canon, the powers of Meta insisted I send him in.))

Satou didn't pass by the sorting room often. Hell, even having a live-in drug on legs roommate pushed the limits of his sociability. But even he got restless at times, and he missed his late-night visits to the park. He'd wandered into the sorting room without even realizing it.

He looked at the applicant, and did a double-take. No arms? Does she use her feet for everything? Her leg muscles must be very strong. Does that mean her muscles are strong... in there...?

Realizing the turn his thoughts had taken, he blushed, and then, realizing he must have been staring, he blushed harder, taking a step back and raising his hands in a placatory gesture, as if he'd spoken his uncouth thoughts allowed.

"H-hello."

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

Rin doesn't notice for a second. Then, she feels his stare. She turns. And blinks. Then shrugs (an interesting sight, as her sleeves flopped in very odd ways) - she's sort of used to it.

"And hello. To you, I mean."

[senorcyborg.livejournal.com]

As Victor read over a copy of the application, he looked surprised by a few of the answers--surprised in a good way. He glanced up from the application and offered Rin a friendly smile. "A lot of us here have what you might call... unique issues. They're just not always apparent. Something to keep in mind, I guess."

He was a cyborg, for instance, despite looking and sounding completely human, and had lately become good friends with a "vegetarian" vampire empath. Relatively few people at Hogwarts could even qualify as normal, anymore, it seemed.

"What kind of drawings and paintings do you do?" he asked curiously.

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Hisao taught me that much. Poor guy. ...No he isn't. I should stop acting as if he is."

She thinks about it for a second.

"Cubist." She blinks. "Or Expressionist. Sometimes both. Mostly of people. Or symbols. Not settings as much."

[office-michael.livejournal.com]

At first, Michael just saw a schoolgirl. Like Britney Spears...without the Kevin Federline and shaved head and cootch photos. Which was pretty hot.

And then he saw the arms. Or, rather, lack thereof.

For a moment, he gaped.

And then he began to clap. "YES! I apPLAUD you! I apPLAUD you for waking up every day without arms and hands. I don't know how you push yourself up off the bed, but you do it. It is because of people like you that we have wheelchair ramps in subways and sign language interpreters at baseball games and Braille on computer screens. You~~~ are one of the world's brave pioneers. You~~~ are a living piece of diVERsity. And I apPLAUD you. Give yourself a pat on the back for your courage and BRAvery."

He paused. "Or...well, I guess you need arms to do that. How about just a round of applause, then?" He started clapping again. "Join in, you deserve it!"

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

"..."

This is her first response.

Her second is to find a chair and sink into it, so that she can properly perform a faceheel.

"You are an aquaintance of Bernard, I take it," she says in a perfect, flattened monotone.

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

"Commissioned drawings and paintings? I've always thought we could use a mural of beautiful hats."

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

"Hmmn," she says. "Perhaps one representing each house... Yes, I think that could be done, and easy."

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

"Eight hats, yes, one for each house. They should all be having an orgy, at the base of my throne. In this mural, I have a throne, as Sorting Hat the Wise," the Hat decided.

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

"..." At first, she looks baffled.

Then she looks interested. "A challenge. Yes. How to portray that? Very interesting. I will do so."

Ravenclaw!

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

Your bribe has been accepted!

Welcome to Ravenclaw!