Jun. 11th, 2006

[identity profile] big-kitty-fai.livejournal.com
Owl to Wolfram )
[identity profile] perpetual-smile.livejournal.com
Gin had two options when he received the gift. He could keep it and not tell Byakuya or... forward it anonymously through one of the house elves.

Well, the choice was obvious.

The re-wrapped package arrived at Byakuya's room not too long afterwards.
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
Ryuuji was already digging when the final owl from Wolfram started to fly towards him. He'd found a nice patch of earth near the Forbidden Forest, and started working on creating holes large enough to bury the seeds that he'd imported from offworld. Dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a white sweatshirt and black leather gloves, he was making decent progress on the trenches.

A little distance away from him rested two large sacks of seed. Wolfram could stand guard over them when he appeared, assuming that Ryuuji's extremely transparent ploy had worked. He would have been more subtle about it, but this was Wolfram. Subtlety would have been wasted on the oddly-amusing blond.
[identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
A package -- clearly having been ordered from elsewhere; some shop or other has packaged the whole thing in gift wrap, and sent it directly to the recipient -- arrives at the room of Ichimaru Gin, carried by a house-elf.  There is a small card attached, on which is typed:

To Ichimaru Gin and Kuchiki Byakuya
Congratulations on your reconciliation and on the consummation of your union.
- A well-wisher.


Inside are a variety of items...

for the shinigami pair )
[identity profile] bounty-coins.livejournal.com
Domino walks into the sorting wearing tight jeans and a leather jacket. In her back pocket is handcuffs and a fire arm. Over her left shoulder she has a machine gun strapped against her back and she is casually smoking a cigarette.





((Domino swears a lot IC, I hope no one is too offended.))
[identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
(( the day after the scene at Gryffindor Tower, the day before the planned excursion to Hogsmeade ... ))

when we think back to all this and i'm sure we will / me and you, here and now / will we forget the way it really is / why it feels like this and how? )
[identity profile] 3rd-blackadder.livejournal.com
((Much to my regret [and, I have to say, surprise], my week has basically been packed since Tuesday, so I've had no real online time [although the fact that much of it has been taken over by trying to repair my connection to the internet did mangle that a bit]. And since I'm going on a little trip with no internet connection whatsoever, I might as well throw out an official [partially retroactive] hiatus until late Monday/early Tuesday, and a big apology to anyone I've been RPing with and left hanging.))
[identity profile] toujours-sirius.livejournal.com
Owl to Gogo )

Owl to Primavera )
[identity profile] lizzyswan.livejournal.com

((She is still crazy after having her brain sucked out by Glory.))

ARGHHHH )



She crawls up to the owlery or her hands and knees, doing army rolls when she feels necessary. Finally, she decides to send it by House Elf.

[identity profile] toomchnarration.livejournal.com
"Gee, I dunno about this place, Officer. Seems pretty sketchy to me. I mean, they've got serial killers, homicidal demi-gods and little kids. All in the same place!" Sally commented, shoving out a hip and pushing her fist to it, as jauntily as a 10-year-old could manage to look with a teddy bear clutched in her fingers and her braided pigtails messy with random stray strands.

"Well, Little Sally, that is true - that all may be true," Officer Lockstock replied solemnly, kneeling next to the little girl and taking care not to rumple his seemingly perfectly pressed pants. "But you have to remember all the good things that this school could have to offer. A wonderful education... new experiences..." Sally's nose wrinkled more and more with every word. "Plus, you have to think as well - there's always that plus of not having to pay to use an amenity."

At that, Sally's shoulder's slumped in relief, a grin dancing across her face. "Ooh," she admitted delightedly. "That IS a good thing."


Now let's take a look at this here application, hmm? )
[identity profile] toujours-sirius.livejournal.com
No longer easy on the eyes / But these wrinkles masterfully disguise / The youthful boy below )
[identity profile] conriocht.livejournal.com
The full moon was just peering over the horizon as Remus nudged open the castle doors and padded out onto the castle steps. He had already suffered the pain and indignity of his monthly transformation, but had recovered well and was now feeling relatively fit, with the evening breeze ruffling his fur and the stones cool beneath his paws. It had been a very long time since he'd left his office following his transformation, and he had forgotten how keen his senses were: the great variety of scents, the sounds which normally would be outside a human's range of hearing. He flicked his ears and sat down, thoughtfully scratching himself.

He had sent out owls to Stephen and Ryuuji prior to moonrise, asking them to join him here, and Sirius and James were close behind him. It was going to be a splendid night - and hopefully a few evil clowns would meet their maker between his powerful jaws. He was looking forward to it.
[identity profile] missprimavera.livejournal.com
Dear Ron,

What the fuck is up with your friend's godfather? He's obsessed with me and Gogo and it's giving me the creeps. He sent me this crazy owl [copies of Sirius's owl and Primavera's reply are attached].

This is what all those weird owls from you the other day were about, too, isn't it? I'm not going to stand for it anymore. It hurts my feelings and it's not fair!! I haven't done anything bad to anyone. They probably just don't like the way I dress or something. Well, I'm not going to change that just for a bunch of old people! And I haven't heard you complain about it either.

Anyway I think they're the creepy ones, wanting to live in the same suite with you, and all. Are they trying to molest you? I promise I won't tell.

xoxo
Primavera
[identity profile] rogue-nebari.livejournal.com
Professor Grant,

A tribble ended up in my pocket the other day while we were gathering them up, and he/she/it is very cute, and could I get some advice on keeping one as a pet? And maybe something to keep it in?

Sincerely,
Chiana

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