Welcome the Host ((application, Lorne, Angel season 5))

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

A somewhat confused demon stood in the middle of the Sorting Room. His brilliant green skin, red horns and eyes contrasted sharply with the well tailored pale blue shirt and lemon yellow suit that he wore. He looked around and groaned. “Jumping Judas on a pogo stick, a castle? Isn’t this all a little, you know, cliché? I swear if the Powers sent me somewhere I can’t get my hands on a decent Seabreeze, I’m going on strike. Ya’ll can call Miss Cleo from now on.”

State your name :

Krevlornesw--

“Oh no, none of that.” Lorne grabbed the floating quill and scratched out the name. “Just Lorne, kid. None of that Deathwalk clan, I left all of that behind back home, capice? Along with a really nice suit jacket now that I think about it.. ”

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

 “Not much on the cheese in this dimension,” he said with a grimace. “Doesn’t agree that much with me. There was a good cheese that Mother used to make back on Pylea called kep’resh, but trust me, you do not want to know what that was made from. At all.”

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

“Yeesh, you mean I have to choose? They’re both kinda creepy and wrong on a lot of different levels. I know Wolfram and Hart has the contract on at least one of them already. Hm. Wonder if I could convince Angel that they need to be taken out for the greater good? I mean there was that one time we went after those demonic puppets..”

3. What time is it where you are?

“Apparently it’s time for a good stiff drink or seven.. Know where I can get one?”

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.

“Returned from the dead? Look, kiddo, if you’re into some kind of undead sexual harassment, count me out, ok? I’m not one to knock anyone’s lifestyle, to each his own and all that but it’s not my thing.”

5. If you are pushing to be in:

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

“Bar?” Lorne brightened, “Now that’s more like it! I used to run a club called Caritas for the human and demon set. Well, until was blown up and then wrecked by a car falling throught a dimensional portal that happened to be right where the stage was...” He waved one hand dismissively, “Long story. Anyway, great place, good atmo, best bartender that side of LA, let me tell you. Hey, you don’t happen to have one here that needs some entertainment do you?”

2. 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.

“Tell you what, you send him my way, he hums a few bars of ‘Roxanne’ or some Sinatra.. or even,” he sighed, “Manilow, and I’ll point him in the right direction. That’s kinda my thing.”

3. 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.

“Sounds like you need to fire the help. Trust me, you get someone who’s good with paperwork, you try to keep ‘em around. And don’t go looking at me, I’m terrible with it.”

4. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.

.           “Useless? Look, come by and sing a few bars of a tune and I’ll prove to you I’m not useless. You sing, I read your aura and set those dancing shoes of yours on the path you’re supposed to be on. But could it be simple stuff for awhile? I’ve had my fill of Champions and people with a destiny that has a capital D – too much heartache and loss for me, ya know? I could use the break.”

((ooc : Lorne will gladly read auras and destinies, please let me know what you’d like him to see))

 

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.

 

He absently patted his suit pockets, “Let’s see, I didn’t exactly come prepared for this.. um..” Lorne pulled out a set of keys, a pair of very old and potentially magical coins, a dry cleaning ticket and a stack of business cards. “If you get back to LA I can hook you up with some interesting folks, a good manicurist, tailor or even Spielberg. He’s really a doll once you get past the army of assistants.”

 

“If you need some entertainment, I can sing or do a few readings, see that above question there. We can figure something out, I’m pretty easy to work with overall. And if there’s no end of the world to contend with, then so much the better, right?”

 

“Now about that drink..”

 

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG.  LH
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.  LH

I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. LH

One day, marmalade will rule the world. LH

 

 

Comments

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

"" La Fee Verte told him in a tone far frostier than her usual welcoming purr. ""

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

Lorne waved a hand, "Trust me, sugar. I've got no interest in doing that again. Twice was enough and both times ended up with me cashing in my insurance. But I wouldn't mind setting up a stool and a microphone if that's okay with the resident lady of the bar?"

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

She looked at him thoughtfully. He certainly had his own brand of elegance, and a bit of attitude was all but essential in operating a nightclub. ""

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

[Head tilt. This is definitely not the kind of demon he's accustomed to. First order of business: threat assessment.]

Do you bargain for souls, possess other entities, practice torture, or work for Satan or any other agent of Hell?

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

Lorne turned and squinted. The aura shimmering off this one was bright enough to give him pause. Once his eyes were accustomed, he gave the fellow a friendly grin. "Well aren't you just a big ol slice of heavenly Champion in a trenchcoat? Ease down, tiger. None of the above. I'm not a demon in that sense, I'm from another dimension. I've also spent the last year or so working for the Powers to avert the Apocalypse so I think that puts me safely in the good guy camp."

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

"Champion?" Castiel blinked, and shook his head slightly. "Not really. That's more my friends' job description. I'm only a soldier.

"Which Powers?" Where he came from, there were many that...Be'd, but only a very few that really mattered.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Any demon arriving drew Kusuriyuri to the sorting room. He had to be sure that he could produce a ward against the, should it be needed, after all. And, it was a small school, it was better to know those strange characters that arrived that were potential trouble.

"Where is LA?" he asked, Boukensha, the little ginger manx kitten-sized cat on his shoulder, his medicine case on his back. There were some herbs that needed to be harvested in the middle of winter from the forest and his intent had been to go there when he'd felt this demon arrive.

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

"Sunny California my feline-loving friend, the city of lights Los Angeles. Home to demon, human and half a dozen other species of.. well, whatever. Although," he cocked his head and regarded Kusuriyuri closely, "I don't recall seeing your particular flavor in Caritas or any other demon watering holes."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

The answer didn't really clarify anything. Kusuriyuri blinked, Boukensha taking to washing his face for the moment. "This one is called Kusuriyuri," he replied to what he thought was the question. "He is a medicine peddler," he added, separating out the words of his title enough to allow the translation charm to render his title to his occupation. "This one does not know where Sunny California is. It is not in Japan or the makai (http://www.jisho.org/words?jap=makai&eng=&dict=edict)."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama paused by the door, his guitar slung over one shoulder. He'd been on his way to the great hall, but the smell of demon and the few words he'd caught gave him pause. "Music-based aura reading?" he asked, intrigued. "That's not an off the shelf ability. Where'd you come by that talent?"

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

"Ah, a fellow music lover," he said, brightening at the sight of the guitar. "I came by it back home on Pylea. Empathic skill and all with a little boost from the Powers to help push their Champions back on the right trail. I use it for other people too, help them find their way."

He chuckled, "And it could've been worse, it could have been readings based on tapdancing or powers help us, interpretative dance."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

He threw back his head and laughed at the last remark. "Preserve us from the sixth art," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Still, that's a very impressive skill. It's rare that a demon works as a morale booster for a team, at least where I'm from." He held out a hand to introduce himself. "Kurama."

[ilikemyscars.livejournal.com]

"You're from L.A.?" Dr. Saunders asked, tentatively. Maybe her phobia about going aboveground hadn't been quite so exaggerated after all...

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

Lorne turned towards the voice and started. The demon looked positively heartbroken when his eyes settled on the pretty brunette. "Fred (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winifred_Burkle)?" he asked in a slightly wavering voice.

But no. It wasn't her. She was still gone, consumed by Illyria.

"I..um, yeah. I've been there for the past few years. You were out there too?"

[grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com]

"The dancing type (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9r9y38-Q9Bo) have I not been in many centuries," said Yoda regretfully, leaning on his stick, "but a most interesting talent that is nonetheless. Common among your people, is it, or unique to you?"

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

Finally! Someone who looked a little more like him. "Centuries? Well you look amazingly well preserved for your age. It's not a common talent, at least I don't think so. There's no music back home," he said this as if it were a great, terrible crime. "So maybe everyone could do it, but they don't think to."

Lorne grinned broadly, "But I made it to a great place with music and light and color. I'm pretty sure the Powers tweaked my ability to help the occasional wayward Champion, but hey, whatever it takes to further the cause, right?"

[my-soul-itches.livejournal.com]

((Evil Internal Compass of Doom reaction done with mun approval.))

Ohgod. A demon in the Sorting Room. And if he was red instead of green, and dressed in a big cape instead of a bright suit, he could have been almost the spitting image of Belasco (http://www.comicvine.com/belasco/29-10947/all-images/108-207643/168989-illyana-rasputin/105-141186/). She nearly teleported out then and there, but rising panic seemed to have closed off her throat.

And that gave her time to think things through. That cold part inside of her wasn't reacting to him more than it would a regular person, instead of acting like a freaky-weird internal compass. And he was talking about old singers. That was... weird.

"Are you sure you're a demon?" she squeaked out from where she had taken shelter near the ceiling.

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

Now he was used to getting that reaction from the normal human crowd, but a cute kid with wings? That was unexpected. He made a show of examining his very green hands, rather prominent, and he thought distinguished nose and his horns. Lorne gave her a friendly sort of smile, "Pretty sure, kiddo. Come on down, pumpkin, I'm not that kind of demon. I'm from another dimension, that's all."

He sat down and patted the chair next to him. "C'mon down, relax. I promise, it's okay."

"Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll get brighter
Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter

Some day, yeah
We'll put it together and we'll get it all done
Some day
When your head is much lighter
Some day, yeah
We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Some day
When the world is much brighter.."

"See? No one evil could sing a song that sweet."

Placeholder for Death and Dean

[endlessgoth.livejournal.com]

Death had wandered into the Sorting Room later, having missed Castiel by a few short moments. Her conversation with Lorne had been fun, she liked the demon immensely and had promised to bring the Winchesters and Castiel by for karaoke the first chance they all had.

Her vote cast, she turned and wandered towards Dean, who had been lingering in the Sorting Room, no doubt putting off his trip back to the bizzare Hat Shore set.

"Hey Dean," she said with a smile. "How's things?"

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

Dean had been hanging around the Sorting Room as long as he could, he figured he had a better chance of seeing Sam or his dad that way. Maybe even Bobby who he hadn't heard from since he went in to the house. Dean would probably object if he knew that Death had agreed for the crew to go by for Karaoke, he wasn't keen on being read.


When he saw Death he watched the woman, he knew what was going on with her and Cas, as dense as he seemed, Dean could surprise people with what he did notice and when she wandered over he flashed that wide grin.

"I've been in worse, how about you? Been doin' anythin' interestin' lately?" Dean liked the woman, for Death she was much more personable than his world's version, but he still had a few things to go over, after all Cas was his best friend, like his brother.

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

The Hat was giddy with glee. "Miss Cleo? You're my favorite! Can I call you any time I want for a free psychic reading?"

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

Lorne smirked, "Just don't expect me to wear that big ol' turban or use the fake Jamacian accent. I'm terrible at those. Belt out a few notes and I'll give you whatever kind of reading you want."

Ravenclaw!

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

Your bribe has been accepted!

Welcome to Ravenclaw!

Set after the sorting for Sam and Dean

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

As the crowds were dying down and the demon made ready to leave the room and find his way to Ravenclaw, Sam Winchester finally arrived in the room, having been all but dragged there by a worried Bobby. He looked a little worn, but more than that, there was the smallest glimmer of fear in his eyes.

"Hey Dean."

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

Dean had sat there waiting for Sam, Bobby thought some thing was up and Dean had to admit, even at Crowley's sorting he had gotten one of those vibes off Sam. So when the younger Winchester stepped in with that glimmer of fear Dean felt his gut sink, some thing was off with his brother. He knew Sam and if he knew Sam then Dean knew one thing, this had to do with Crowley and Hell....


"Heya Sammy." He fought off the tight feeling in his throat and bit back the worry "How you holdin' up out here?"