Jun. 7th, 2006

[identity profile] sbisawesome.livejournal.com
Don't feed the tribble?

Riiiiiiight.

Strong Bad got one from the COMC shed and took it back to Slytherin with him.  Then the feast began.

Filling the corridors of the dungeons are a sea of scurrying Tribbles.  Tribble chow is strewn around in lines, as though someone or someones have been carrying a sack of chow with a hole cut in the corner, and the number of Tribbles is only increasing.

Mwahahahah.  Strong Bad's is an evil laugh. 
[identity profile] nopower-overme.livejournal.com
[For timeline purposes, this arrives in afternoon before the Cox/Stephen duel. Assumes word spread about the Tribbles by the afternoon whether they are contained by the afternoon or not.]

Note to Stephen Maturin, extremely heavily warded )

((ETA: Resulting RP scene the day after the duel (and before the pizza rp log) starts here. Rated R, warning for slight blood, though I've heard this is tame for Stephen. XD))
[identity profile] noble-shinigami.livejournal.com
((May be open to others (especially the other shinigami types) at a later time, if any are interested.))

He'd had well over a month to consider everything after noticing his sister's 'secret' posted on one of those inane boards, and he wasn't any nearer to knowing what to say, what to do, than he'd been on that troubling day. All he did know was that he couldn't put off the conversation forever, and it shamed him to realise how much time had already passed. Placing the blame on Gin's continuous distractions would be a weak excuse at best. And Byakuya wasn't a man who shirked responsibility.

Beyond all that, Rukia deserved better.

Even if the words wouldn't come, he'd have to at least make an effort. She was the only family he had left. He focussed on that thought as he lightly knocked twice on Rukia's door.
[identity profile] keygirl-dawn.livejournal.com
Dawn didn't know where to go. Her head was trying to think a dozen thoughts at once, which was, of course, not a good way to actually process anything.

Illyria knows what I am, she thought. After all this time, you'd think I'd be happy.

Instead, Dawn just wanted to get away. Later, maybe, after the Sorting, she'd seek out Illyria. If she was brave enough to finally learn the truth about her existence. A few half-formed ideas to owl someone off-campus--Buffy, Giles, or Willow--sprouted in her mind, but then were quickly squelched. She couldn't pass this off on someone hundreds or thousands of miles away. As for friends here, Oz and Xander were the only ones who might understand, but Xander was incommunicado, and Oz was damned hard to have a conversation with. She found her feet taking her back to Ravenclaw. As she entered the commons, the bar caught her eye.

A glass of wine would be good. Maybe two. She made a beeline for the bar. It'd be good not to think of anything for a while.
[identity profile] waste-lock.livejournal.com
Yeah. It's just too quiet and I can't keep from thinking, so instead I'm going to go through some of the random music in here.

And this place sure is cluttered with a lot of music! )

Anyway, the next regular broadcast is Gogo and Professor Lupin, so whine to them if there's something specific your little world hinges up inflicting on us all.
[identity profile] manriki-chan.livejournal.com
I think we're all agreed that Hogwarts Hocus is a huge big barrel of sweet, delicious crack. But why? Because of the wonderful, beautiful characters we have here. Most of us are fangirling over characters and plotlines and pairings not our own, but it's difficult to express our love without disrupting RPs.

Soooo~...

The Hogwarts Hocus Cornucopia of Love! Shower your favourite characters with LOVE. Fangirl! Squee! Rave your hearts out! Be as coherent or incoherent as you like!

C'mon, you KNOW you want to get this off your chest. XD
[identity profile] pdbw.livejournal.com
A notice appears in the Great Hall, with a small notebook charmed to stick to the wall underneath it. People can pick up the notebook and write in it; if they try to walk off with it, it will fly out of their hands or pocket and stick to the wall again.

Announcing: The Hogwarts Debate Club!

Because civil debate is an excellent way to cultivate the mind, I propose the creation of an informal club devoted to the art of parliamentary debate. The club will be run according to these guidelines.
  • Meetings will be held on a monthly basis.

  • Each meeting will feature up to three debates, on subjects germane to Hogwarts and the wizarding world. Subjects will be determined before the meeting.

  • Debates will be conducted according to the standard parliamentary rules of debate.

  • Debates may either be conducted one-on-one or in teams of two each, to be agreed beforehand.

  • Each debate will be judged by the other members of the club. (Note: there are no prizes for winning, apart from the satisfaction of a job well done and the respect of one's peers.)

If you wish to participate, write your name in the notebook below. Any suggestions for debate subjects may be recorded there as well.

Thank you for your interest!
Lord Peter Wimsey

Postscript: Wands, potions, magical weapons, conventional weapons, and anything that could cause harm to another are NOT appropriate debating tools. Anyone attempting to use them will be disqualified and removed from the club immediately. I really wish that I did not have to say this, but I suppose one cannot be too cautious.


OOC: Other details of how this will work )
[identity profile] twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com
Jack is lying on his back staring upwards to the sky on a blanket by the lake.

Humming a song that he only vaguely knows the lyrics to, (at this point he could be convinced to sing). He having skipped out on dinner in the great hall has a picnic basket next to him and having some self restraint hasn't eaten everything inside it quite yet, in fact he's only had one sandwich. So like this he's waiting for the Doctor, Rose and JD to turn up. Jack's hoping they'll turn up. He's also hoping a lot more things but he knows they won't happen, well one or two might but still for the most they won't happen. He closes his eyes still humming, but more than likely now he's not paying enough attention to the world around.

(I should have put this up yesterday but didn't, I'm lazy and ill.)

Open rp

Jun. 7th, 2006 09:06 pm
[identity profile] oth-peyton.livejournal.com
Peyton had been sitting on the steps outside the school. It was an okay day, not the best. The weather, and the main reason Brooke had came here, had inspired her to write her diary. However, since she arrived, she hadn't quite been sleeping properly. After finishing her entry, she dozed off a little. Her diary lay open beside her on the steps, when she would usually keep it closed.

((Feel free to read it and wake her if you want, she needs someone to talk/rant/shout at.))
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
I am back, at least as far as my administrative functions (sorting, and such). I'm still not RPing or chatting for a bit, unless Harry needs Ginny for anything.

Thanks!

~Liz

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