Open rp by the lake

[partiallynaked.livejournal.com]

After Brooke's sorting she was, not only tired, but very hot. What better way to cool of than to dip her feet in the lake? She thought of asking Peyton along, but last time she had seen her she looked in desperate need of sleep so she thought it best to go alone. Maybe she'd meet some new people in the process. She slipped off her boots and dipped her aching feet into the cool water. She felt relieved to finally relax; she hadn't  let loose since leaving Tree Hill. The beating sun seemed stronger than she imagined it would be; she had dressed to be prepared for some harsh, Scottish weather. She glanced subtley over her shoulder; making sure no one was around. Once sure that no one was watching, she removed her red sweater to reveal a black laced bra. She lay back into the grass and enjoyed the warmth of the sunshine.

Delivered by an Angry Owl

[ringoate-mybaby.livejournal.com]

( Owl for Dawn )

( Owl for Logan )

Dr. Kay Scarpetta from The Patricia Cornwell novels

[l-farineli.livejournal.com]

( I made the Y incision cutting from both clavicles meeting at the sternum... )

Homestar Runner, from homestarrunner.com

[its-cinnamon.livejournal.com]

Homestar stops in the middle of the sorting room, tilting his head to the side before he speaks. "Okay, so this place... totally smells like cheese balls and tacos."


( The resume )

Open RP in the school grounds

[manriki-chan.livejournal.com]

It was a nice morning. Gogo swung her manriki with a complicated underarm twist at an invisible opponent, smiling. She'd been neglecting her practice, lately, which was silly; she had to be on top form for when she found Black Mamba, and that could be any time. From now on it was an hour a morning at least. Just like old times.

A savage swing over her head and into the ground before she sat down, breathing a little accelerated. Fighting always made her feel better. It was too bad she didn't have a victim sparring partner, but the unease she'd felt ever since she'd found out about O-Ren was slightly lessened.

She rolled her shoulders and took a drink from her water bottle, smiling quietly.

WART 30 With Mighty Aphrodite

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*Ella Fitzgerald's version of "Let's Do It (Let's Fall in Love)" plays*

Hello, everyone! It's me, Aphrodite Kytherea, Kallipygos, Basilis, and all those other lovely titles you lot have bestowed on me over the millenia. It's an honor, my darlings, to be hosting this, the thirtieth installment of Radio WART (unless you count the pirate broadcasts, but who's counting, loves?).

( Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it. Let's do it... )

And that's all from me, my dear ones. Floo lines are open, if you'd like to chat. Up next at WART is Strong Bad, so send your requests to him! After Strong Bad, we have ... oh my. A most unusual co-hosting! Our beloved DADA professor, Remus Lupin, will be sharing the airwaves with everyone's favorite Japanese Psychopuff, Miss Gogo Yubari. Won't that be a show, my dears?

Oh, and a late-breaking update: we'll have another co-hosted show after Professor Lupin and Yubari-san -- Mr Ryuuji Otogi and Professor Stephen Maturin! I do hope they don't do a show entirely about potions. *giggle* Teasing, loves, teasing; I'm sure it'll be wonderful!


((OOC note: And now that I have gotten the "Mighty Aphrodite" thing out of my system for once and for all, you will not be reading it again. Just sayin'.))

"We really need to talk" (closed RP for Remus, Sirius, and Lily)

[conriocht.livejournal.com]

((OOC warning - will almost certainly contain swearing and shouting. Caveat emptor.))

Remus was busying himself in his office, setting up a second chair in front of his desk, putting out a kettle, cups, a selection of teabags, milk and sugar and spoons. He slammed drawers and jammed books back on their shelves and tossed papers in the rubbish bin with unusual vehemence, muttering curses to himself. The prospect of having his juvenile, self-centered git of a so-called "friend" visiting his office was not putting him in the best of moods. He would have happily called off the meeting if it weren't for Lily; she wanted to meet with them, so meet with them she shall. She was in for an earful, but he supposed she probably was expecting that.

Just before Sirius and Lily were due to show up, he took out his wand and cast spells on every fragile object in the room, including the kettle and teacups, making them impervious to breakage. He wouldn't put it past Sirius to do some spur-of-the-moment redecorating. Sirius's shoe, which had been flung through the Floo and had narrowly missed his head, was in his desk drawer, and he wasn't planning on giving it back, even though it didn't smell especially fragrant.

Finally, his allotted tasks completed, he sat down with a thump, opened up a book on Japanese river spirits, and put his feet up on the desk with affected nonchalance, waiting for his guests to arrive.

Open RP in Hufflepuff Common Room

[big-kitty-fai.livejournal.com]

Sighing softly, Fai flopped down onto one of the Common Room sofas, he rested his head back against a cushion, wincing as he did so. Fai's usually porcelin white features were blotched with a painful looking sunburn, all across his nose, cheeks and forehead. Gingerly, he pressed his fingers across his skin, hissing. He rested his arms by his side and laughed softly to himself.

"Aaaah, owwie! I knew it was a bad idea to fall asleep in the sun."

OOC Announcements

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From your Co-Mods:

The H_H IRC channel is not a debate club. It's probably best to avoid discussion of sensitive topics, including politics, religion, abortion, certain baseball teams, and the legal status of Melton Mowbray pork pies. Please keep in mind that any time you get more than two people together, there's going to be some disagreement over something. Be polite and respectful of each other, and remember that discussing subjective matters can sometimes be frustrating. It's all right to agree to disagree and move on.

~Damien & Liz
Co-Mods

From Liz:

I'm taking a couple of days off from sorting, RPing, and chatting. For game purposes, Ginny's holed up in the Slythendor suite, Sara's got her nose buried in a book, and the Hat is playing with its entertainment system and pigging out on sweets in the Headmistress' office. I apologize to those of you who have had apps up for three days or more. I'll get to them (and Colbert's CV) either late tomorrow or Tuesday. I'll still be checking the comm from time to time and as always, I am available by email.

Thanks!

~Liz

Owl to Jason.

[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

( Warded lightly, has a mini-medkit with healing potions wrapped up inside the letter. )

::the psychos go shopping::

[manriki-chan.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Primavera, warded for Nny's sake )

ETA:
( Owl to Nny )

Un-popcorning

[honor-nimitz.livejournal.com]

((OOC note: I'm also mun for nimitz_da_cat, but from now on, Honor and Nimitz will be played *mostly* as a fusion, a la Calvin & Hobbes. They'd prefer it that way.))

Commodore Lady Dame Duchess Steadholder (etc., etc.) Honor Harrington woke with a start. She was disheveled, thirsty, and smelled like . . . butter. How very curious, she thought. Did I get turned into popcorn, or was there simply a very wild party in Gryffindor?

Well, she wasn't popcorn now. She stood, checking herself for injuries, and decided she was basically whole.

Suddenly, a stab of joy shot through her mind, and she instantly realized she wasn't alone.

"Nimitz?" she said aloud. He wasn't with her, but he was close. No decision to find him was made; she simply had to. Her feet were moving before she'd even processed the thought. In her mind, she felt him moving as well, coming closer as fast as he could.

Now she was out into the corridor, having no idea of where she was or where she was headed, focusing only on Nimitz. She broke into a run. Down corridors, up stairs, into an open area she vaguely recognized--

"BLEEK!"

They came together, Nimitz practically bowling her over, her arms nearly crushing him. Tears streamed down her face. He was part of her soul, and he was back.

Neither knew how long they held onto each other, reaffirming their bond.

Finally, she pulled back just a little, enough to look her best friend and soulmate in the face. "Got yourself in here, have you, Stinker?" she asked. He nipped her nose, and she giggled, too happy to even be embarrassed by the girlish sound. "What's going on? Are the Hufflepuffs still mad? The Ravenclaws still inebriated? Are there dastardly deeds afoot?" Nimitz nodded cheerfully. "Same old Hogwarts, then. I do hope they haven't given away my clothes or my room."

Nimitz leaned in, his nose touching hers.

We're together. That's all that matters.

She rubbed her cheek against his. "It is. I'm so happy you're here."

After one last squeeze, Nimitz clambered around to his usual perch on her shoulder. "I think the first thing to do," said Honor, "is to get some clothes on that don't smell like popcorn. After that, I'd best find out all that's been going on since I've been indisposed." Nimitz chortled, and Honor smiled.

"Let's be about it."

Don't Drink and Owl

[dungbombsrule.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Primavera )

Exploring the Muggle Studies Classroom (open RP)

[researcher42.livejournal.com]

Ford decided that he'd better go look at the Muggle Studies classroom before getting people to sign up for classes. With some difficulty he managed to pry the door open. Had the previous teacher even been in here? Besides the sticky door, the room's musty odor and the layer of dust on the surfaces spoke to its disuse. Well, that would change soon.

The room had three distinct sections: in one part the usual desks and chalkboard. In another, a complete muggle kitchen with a fridge, range, and a half-dozen toasters. Did wizards not know about toasters? Was he going to have to teach a unit on toast? Ford thought hard about this, but couldn't think of more than maybe thirty seconds worth of things to say about toast and toasters. He might be able to stretch it to a full minute if he covered the whole turny-button part. The final section appeared to be a workshop with an extensive collection of tools. He made a mental note to lock up the power tools before classes started.

A door next to the blackboard led to what was certainly the most interesting part of the whole set-up: the storage room. The small room was crammed with shelves overflowing with examples of muggle technology. Admittedly, most of it was pretty outdated - 8-track players, fondue pots, a Betamax with a stack of tapes. Ford happily set about poking through the mess. Anyone passing by the classroom would undoubtedly hear thuds, crashes, and the occasional whirrr-click of semi-functioning equipment.

((Open to anyone who wanders by.))

WART 31: Strong Bad Sings?

[sbisawesome.livejournal.com]

Heh. So I just barely return to Hogwarts after a trip back to my sovereign domain of Strong Badia (population: tire), and what do I find but Homestar Runner threatening an invasion. *mutters* Time to get out the badminton equipment again.

Homestar, let me save you some time right now. You and your "Homestarmy" will never be able to defeat Strong Badia. In fact I'm gonna start out my WART broadcast with the proud Strong Badian national anthem.

Will everyone please rise for the presentation of our national colors...

( Party peoples in the place to be! )

So. Yeah. Our next DJs will be the team of Professor Lupin and Yubari Gogo, so send them your requests or face their wrath. Following them will be Professor Maturin and Otogi Ryuuji. What is up with these teacher-student duos? Are you guys trying to get extra credit or something?

Peace out, Hogwarts.