Application: Cyd "Codex" Sherman, "The Guild"

[codex-of-good.livejournal.com]

She had not left her house in a week.

This was not entirely unusual--mild agoraphobia was just one of the reasons she had gone to a therapist for years. Until the break-up. How many people had their therapists break up with them? It wasn't good for self esteem. And while Codex had been doing so much better lately (she had hosted a party however unintentionally and actually gone out in the sun recently!) the stress of recent events had made her a bit twitchy.

More than a bit. She was pretty sure she had been on the edge of a psychotic breakdown. The events of the big LAN party versus those d-bags the Axis of Anarchy had really driven that point home.

So when, for the first time in a week, she opened the door to the apartment that she was back to sharing with Zaboo, it somehow made perfect sense that she stepped into a room that looked right out of the keeps of the end-game dungeons.

"Oh god," she said in a small voice. "She was right. I've snapped."



State your full name.
"Codex. I mean, Cyd! Cyd Sherman. C-Y-D. And... no, it's not short for anything. So you can call me Cyd, or Codex, or... I mean, I'll probably answer to Codex faster. It's my, um, online name. For my game. So... yeah. Actually--actually, it might not be healthy for you to call me Codex, because she's totally not real and just my avatar in-game, but... yeah, just call me Codex."

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Oh, that's easy! Mage cheese brings back HP and mana! And if I eat it for ten seconds or longer, I get a buff to spirit and spellpower, and my heals go way, way up. ...except I bet you meant in real life. Yeah. I guess cheddar is okay."

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
"Which one drops better loot?" She giggled and shook her head, covering her mouth with one hand. "I'm kidding. I don't really do the whole agressive thing. At least not in real life. I like killing things in-game, and my therapist said that I'm sublimating my aggressive urges and using the game as a way to control my own life, but... the point is I wouldn't actually kill anyone in real life. Set their cello on fire, sure, but not kill."

3. What time is it where you are?
"It's..." Codex pulled her cell phone out of its holster and flipped it open, eyes widening. "Oh god, I'm going to be late for today's raid if I don't get out of here soon. They can't make it without a healer, you guys! And I don't trust PUG healers to do as well as me."

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.
"I can't do that! I'm not good with guys! Especially not harassing them. Mostly I just talk and babble and make an idiot of myself, and then my stupid guildie makes out with them behind my back, or I wake up in bed with them and had absolutely no intention of it because the guy was such a jerk but... Oh, I'm no good at this at all."

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.
"Oh god. Way to put me on the spot. I don't have the best experience with bars, so... Cheesybeard's? It's not a bar, it's a restaurant, but I go there a lot these days and they do serve mixed drinks and there is no way that I could bartend there. I mean, first of all, it involves actually talking with people. And I'm not so good with that. Obviously. I mean, I'm getting better, but that doesn't mean I want to go out and voluntarily interact with people. Especially non-game people. Does that make any sense?"

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.
"So Harry's gay? That's no problem! I have absolutely no problem with that. In fact, my dad's gay. And my ex-boyfriend. The, um, one whose cello I set on fire. I caught him with the first chair oboe, and... But anyway, that's all in the past. And my therapist said that neither one was my fault at all. I can't really... I'm not good with interpersonal relationships, and I'm not really comfortable offering relationship advice when my personal life is so... I mean, not that I'm a leper or anything. I talk to plenty of guys! Mostly through Vent. But that totally counts, right? Right?"

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.
"Is your boss old? Because a lot of old people don't know how to use the internet. So you should talk to him or her, because women can be powerful and we are if we put our minds to it, and talk about taking internet classes and switching to email. It's good for the environment, too!"

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
"Well... my therapist said I'm not? I'm a level 80 priest, and the main healer in my guild, the Knights of Good. I led the us for a while when Vork decided to go find himself or something! And then we fell apart, but I got us all back together! And I can play violin pretty well? I used to be a child prodigy. But that only lasts so long, and then you get old. I still work at a restaurant playing for tips. Sometimes. It pays the bills. Oh, and I'm a good cook! One time, for a party, I made cookies shaped like medieval weapons! The frosted maces were a hit." She giggled. "Get it? A hit? ...no, I guess it wasn't a very good joke."

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. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
"Well, I could PL you through the game. Okay, so we'd probably still want a tank since I'm a healer and therefore squishy, but I think I have enough gear and HP to run someone through some level 20 and under dungeons alone. Or I could... um... play the violin? Offer lessons? I don't have any real marketable skills. It's why I don't have a steady job. Well, that and Vork likes running raids during the normal nine-to-five work days, because there's less people on and therefore less lag."

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

Comments

[codex-of-good.livejournal.com]

"No! I mean, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Especially if you're lost, too." Wow, commiserating with a talking horse. This was either a new high or a new low. "And I've never talked with a horse before. Or seen one, actually. You're actually a lot bigger than I thought a horse would be. And more talkative, obviously." She forced a laugh, but it came through as more of a strained "oh god what" kind of laugh than a real one.

[fr-ickingbig.livejournal.com]

"I'm actually a Periodic, but that's a story for another time." The Fr shimmered again due to rippling on the horse's side. For some reason, he felt like doing that to justify his existence among all these humans. "I've only seen a few humans before, not including the ones here." The silver horse lost his train of thought for a moment, since topics switched rapidly. "Where was I...oh. From what I know, this is a magic school with houses that have strange names. If it doesn't make sense to you, that's okay; I don't understand either."

Whoa, stop jumping bases, horsey.

[codex-of-good.livejournal.com]

"A Periodic? Is that, like, a breed of horse?" She was about to ask how the horse had never seen a human before, but thought for a second. There were plenty of people who had never seen horses in person. It could very well follow that there were horses who had never seen people. Wasn't there some island off the coast of... somewhere... where wild horses ran around? She was pretty sure she remembered reading that somewhere.

"Magic school. Right. I--I've never done magic before, either. I mean, in-game I'm a mana-using class, but Clara and Zaboo were our casters, and--sorry, more game stuff. Right. Going to have to work on that."

[fr-ickingbig.livejournal.com]

"Not exactly...but I don't want to confuse you any more. Let's say I'm just a big horse until we make sense of this place." Francium needed someone to cooperate with, since none of the other Periodics were here, and he had a surprising amount in common with the human when you though about it. Both were lost, confused, meeting something unfamiliar, and had no idea what each other were talking about.

The silver horse listened to the game-related chatter, and have the equine equivalent of 'smile and nod'. "Once we get out of this room...some kind of 'Sorting', I think...we should stick together." As he said that, he watched the ladybug as if nervous.

[codex-of-good.livejournal.com]

"I can do that." She smiled at him tentatively, not the sick frozen deer-in-headlights smile that she normally used when she was nervous. Which was to say, a lot.

"I'd like that. I really would." Wow, she had just made a friend. A horse friend. Things were looking up! "I'm Co-Cyd. Or Codex. Call me whichever."

[fr-ickingbig.livejournal.com]

"Cyd. I like that." It was a lot simpler than Praseodymium, that's for sure. Names got weirder as elements became harder to separate. Anyway, the horse snorted, and glanced around the room. "I assume this is a big school, so if you ever have to be alone, just...duck around a corner, I think."

[codex-of-good.livejournal.com]

"Okay. Cool! What's your name?"

Duck around a corner. She could do that. She could do that easily. She might be doing that the second she could leave and find a corner to duck around.

[fr-ickingbig.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Francium," he introduced himself. The horse mentally prepared for general questioning, because that wasn't a normal kind of name around here, obviously.

[codex-of-good.livejournal.com]

"Francium. Cool." She had in fact heard weirder names. Like "Vork," "Tinkerballa," and "Zaboo."