Happy "Cthulhu Day"! (Open RP)

[shoggies.livejournal.com]

((The Shoggies have decided it is 'Cthulhoo Day' because in the HPL story "The Call of Cthulhu, April 25th is the date on which Cthulhu woke up to munch on a few fishermen. None of the food at the party is necessarily hexed, unless you feel like your characters finding something a house-elf got creative with, or any magical products the Shoggies might have brought back from Hogsmeade. Your characters don't have to interact with the Shoggies if they don't want to, of course. =D They're just all over the tower, since there's lots of them.))

((Gets NSFW by the end of the Dethklok sub-thread.))

The Shoggies weren't usually aware of dates, but, they were sensitive to the stars and their varying degrees of rightness. And, today, Shoggy 10 awoke from whatever dreams it was that Shoggies had during whatever it was that passed for Shoggy sleep. "Oh my Great Cthulhoo!" it announced loudly, waking Shoggies 3, 4.6, and 18, who all simultaneously popped out of their drawers and annouced, "It's Cthulhoo Day!" For, the Shoggies had all realized that on this date 85 years ago, sunken R'lyeh had briefly arisen, and Great Cthulhu had eaten a few fishermen. This was a day to celebrate! "We gots to have a party!" insisted Shoggy 3, and the others agreed enthusiastically. They squelched down from their drawers and set out to find the rest of the Hogwarts Shoggies.

It was only a couple hours later that the first of the weird signs started appearing in the halls. Shoggies 3, 4.6, 10, and 18 had suggested to the others that they use construction paper and paint to make their party announcements, since it would be faster than carving them out of stone, and so, they had. The signs were all quite colourful, and had been decorated with paintings of a corpulent, squid-headed creature with small wings, often shown with a handful of tiny little men splattered in red paint, and the words 'yum yum'. The signs all said basically the same thing, and it was evident from the grammar that Toki and Skwisgaar's Shoggies had done most of the lettering. The lettering was quite crude, as, Shoggies were used to complicated hieroglyphs, and not the simplistic shapes of the alphabet.

IT IS CTHULHOO DAY! Comes to our party and celebrates!

The party is ats Andy's McGraw Tower ons the grounds.

Comes when it gets dark! Brings a sacrifice if you wants!

Don't worry, we cans say Fhtagn right!

There wills be chickens and beer and candy and sandwiches ands other foods.

It'll be SOOO COOL!


By early evening, the Shoggies had everything ready for the party, and gathered it all together at the unholy version of McGraw tower which had graced the campus since they'd transported it from the past for Andy's Christmas present. The chimes of the mostly-manifest tower were playing an eerie, unnatural music. House-elves had helped the Shoggies with the food, and so there was beer (ridiculous quantities of it, as, the Shoggies had learned about beer from Nathan Explosion), and there was chicken, and there were sandwiches as promised- eyeball sandwiches were the Shoggies' current favorite, so most were these. A close examination would reveal that the eyesalls were some sort of wizarding candy. There was also a huge heap of other wizarding candies, as Shoggy 10 had had talked its "Master Toki-Dad" into giving them the galleons to send a delegation of Shoggies to Hogsmeade. Some of the less civilized Hogwarts Shoggies had brought their contributions to the party as well, which included a dead acromantula brought by those who usually stayed with Smaug. It was arranged as a sort of centerpiece for everything else, lying on its back with its legs in the air. They'd painted a large mural one one wall, of the same squid-headed creature eating little men from a boat.

Once the Shoggies had everything arranged, some of them waited expectantly for partygoers. Some of them had already been distracted by the piles of food, and yet others had wandered off into the rather Escher-esque staircases of the tower.

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[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

Now, parties were not Ofdensen's thing. If it had been anyone else, he would have just stayed in his office.

But who else would use the phrase 'soooo cool!'?

So he went. The Shoggies probably worked hard on this party, after all. And he did justify it by saying that he was here to make sure Dethklok didn't accidentally summon anything again.

Fthagan?

[adm-zex.livejournal.com]

"What sort of custom is this?" Zex asked, taking an eyeball sandwich and stroking it curiously. "I've never seen these creatures before. Some of them look almost Vux. What part of the universe do they hail from?"

[smaug-thegolden.livejournal.com]

Smaug hadn't seen any of the signs, since he wasn't a resident of the castle, but he had been told of the celebratory gathering by his group of Shoggies who had insisted he come. He had become rather fond of them after his own fashion, and he also knew it might provide him easy access to 'Arioch' or his companion, the Potions professor, so he decided to attend. It would simplify his plans with Ancalagon considerably if he happened to run into either Man outdoors, rather than trying to squeeze through the tiny corridors of the castle in search of them. The shrinking enchantment left him itchy all over besides.

Once it was dark out he winged his way to the tower the Shoggies had told him about, bringing with him the sacrifices he'd spent the afternoon collecting especially for the party, which consisted of about a dozen or so screaming, terrified Muggles taken from a nearby town. The humans were carried in his hands, and he took care not to inadvertently impale or squish any of them as he carefully landed near the tower and balanced on his hind legs. Lowering his hands closer to the ground, he unceremoniously dumped his catch in front of a group of Shoggies and rumbled a greeting.

"The sacrifices you wanted," he informed the little amorphous blobs, recognising a couple of them as his own.

When the humans recovered from the drop and predictably began to flee the area, the dragon deftly plucked each one up and redeposited them in front of the Shoggies, and eventually curled his long barbed tail around the group in an attempt to better keep them together. The combination of fear and exhaustion soon proved too much for a few of the group, who promptly passed out. Smaug hoped they'd still be useful to the Shoggies.

[best-guitarist.livejournal.com]

Skwisgaar and Toki would be remiss as parents if they'd missed their eyeball-throw-up childrens' big party that they'd planned with their -- brethren? -- so of course the two musicians were among the first to arrive, bringing "sacrifices" in the form of person-shaped desserts, which had been Toki's idea. Skwisgaar had even made use of the transdimensional portal in the hot tub room to go back to Mordhaus and get black suits for them to wear, figuring such an important occasion warranted the extra effort. Nor did it hurt that he especially enjoyed taking his time undressing Toki on the rare occasions when he wore a suit, so it was a win/win situation all around.

It was freeing, being back at Hogwarts. They didn't have to worry about the paparazzi hounding them or potentially outing them and having a field day with their relationship, and this naturally led to Skwisgaar barely being able to keep his hands to himself as he and Toki mingled at the party. Subsequently the Swede wasn't paying much mind to what he was eating and drinking, deciding to try a little bit of everything -- even a few bites of the dead acromantula -- despite his professed dislike of flavour which continues to amuse his mun. He trusted the Shoggies, and assumed they wouldn't poison their parents, after all, nor try to turn them into women, which continued to be the only thing at Hogwarts that Skwisgaar even half-feared. Although if he or Toki ever did temporarily get turned into women, he'd of course be happy to make the most of it...

At some point later in the evening, Skwisgaar suddenly found himself on the ground (http://pics.livejournal.com/best_guitarist/gallery/00011eff), supporting himself with webbed hands tipped with long talons. Long blond hair still framed his face, but his skin had become an iridescent, mottled dark blue-grey with brighter shades of green dappling, and was now sandpaper rough like a shark's. His eyes were luminescent in the dark, two bright points of blue flickering with each confused blink as he as awkwardly twisted around on the ground, looking at his new body. Each of his arms and ears now sported long, jagged, flexible sail-like fins tipped with violet, and an even larger one followed the line of his spine, lying flat and inactive against his back for the moment. His legs had been replaced with something more suited for the aquatic environment he belonged in -- the solidly muscled lower body of some kind of fish or shark. He had been around six and a half feet tall as a human (relatively speaking, since he'd never been entirely human to begin with), but was closer to eight or nine feet long as a mer-creature, most of it tail.

The gills lining either side of his neck flared as he coughed and sputtered, gasping for breath, until some inborn instinct kicked in and his gills closed tight, enabling him to breathe again, however shallowly, through his humanoid mouth and nose. It still felt as though his lungs were slowly being constricted, but at least he wasn't actually suffocating.

"Whats de fuck?" he demanded of no one in particular, his voice raspy, better suited for speaking underwater. He cursed under his breath as he accidentally nicked his tongue on the several rows of razor-sharp teeth he now possessed.

On the upside, at least they hadn't summoned another giant homicidal lake troll.

[j-whitlock.livejournal.com]

((The raptor was included courtesy of his player, no god-modding here. Just tossing Jasper in for possible future inclusion in the Toki/Skwisgaar thread to eventually facilitate some wrongful Vlad-perving on Sharkgaar, so no need to bother replying to this. :) ))

Party at night? You could expect at least one sparklepire to make an appearance. Nothing killed the partyin' mood faster than having to worry about bursting into embarrassing glittery sparkles in the sunlight. Bursting into flames would have almost been preferable, so far as Jasper was concerned.

This was really the first proper school event (if such a term could be applied to something the Shoggies had planned) he'd been to since the horrifying incident with George following one of Vladimir's classes, and he was determined to at least try to have a good time instead of constantly obsessing over the fact he was a horrible monster who had no business staying at Hogwarts. Frankly, angst just got so damned boring sometimes. And at least he hadn't killed George. Just doomed him to a life of blood-drinking and sparkles.

Accompanying Jasper was, as ever, his faithful raptor companion, wearing his kawaii Prefect kitty hat (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1838832.html?#cutid11) that was kept pristine through regular magical cleaning and mending courtesy of Jasper. The raptor helped himself to some of everything, especially enjoying the wizarding candy, while Jasper wandered along with him, occasionally chatting with the Shoggies who were milling about. Eventually the raptor trotted off to check out Smaug and the human sacrifices he'd brought, leaving Jasper by his lonesome, since he wasn't about to get involved with what looked to be a massacre waiting to happen.

He noted the tall green tentacled alien chatting with what appeared to be a guy in a dress, but he didn't know either of them. He recognised Skwisgaar, though—it looked like almost all of Dethklok and their manager had come. He would have gone over to talk with Skwisgaar and Toki, since they were both radiating the sort of contented happiness Jasper naturally gravitated toward, but he didn't want to interrupt. Nathan and Ofdensen likewise appeared to be busy with each other, which left the drummer. Well. He seemed friendly enough.

Barely a few words into his conversation with Pickles, he noticed Skwisgaar changing into a... mercreature?

"Doooooood," Pickles said as he swayed in place, waving his bottle in Skwisgaar's direction. "He's a FISH. Heh. Fishy fishy fishy," he muttered to himself in a sing-song voice. "Gahtta feed 'im—" a belch "—sem worms or somethin'."

"Fish can't breathe out of water," Jasper replied, only half paying attention to Pickles now. He wanted to help, but wasn't sure it would be appreciated. He knew Skwisgaar—and his emotions—well enough to know he'd likely be offended by any offers of assistance. At least he appeared to be able to breathe air. Maybe he'd follow the two Scandinavians just to make sure things were really okay...