Jul. 3rd, 2006

[identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
Remus:

I see you have been privy to some of the more colorful remarks on the latest iteration of that charming institution, the secrets board. Since we had been discussing alcohol anyhow: have you any of that marvelous pirate rum left? The good Lord knows I could use a drink tonight.

Stephen
[identity profile] sensiblesusan.livejournal.com
Susan was done with hiding. She was still feeling pretty foul with regard to the rest of the world, and the Secrets board had done very little to improve this particular state of affairs ... but there were things that needed taking care of, clearly, and so she set to work.

Heavily warded owl to Stephen Maturin )

***

Extremely heavily warded owl to Jonathan Teatime )
[identity profile] tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com
My power supply died. It's two freaking years old.

One minute my roommate was using the computer. Then she turned it off, it was off for an hour and then I went to turn it oun and the led lights work, but the power supply doesn't whir to life, meaning the drives don't whir to life.

Might be able to set up my roommate's computer. But it doesn't like me. I tried to change the video card on that things 18 months ago and it pretended I'd broken it for -months-.

I'm terribly sorry to everyone I'm in threads with. Heaven knows this was a freaking act of Crowley.

I'm at the library currently.
[identity profile] dib-worm.livejournal.com
With one last quick check to make sure his robes are in order and that his wand is with him, Dib takes a deep breath and knocks on the door to Professor Malfoy's office. The prospect of one-on-one tutoring is exciting and he's looking forward to it!
[identity profile] lilypotter60.livejournal.com
Overly warded owl to Sirius Black, hexed to turn into a trout if touched by anyone else; carrying an extremely large case of Firewhisky.

Sirius )
[identity profile] missprimavera.livejournal.com
Primavera had just owled Ron to let him know his very own baby Devinesian devil had arrived. Nny was so sweet to get one for him! She thought she would maybe try to find Nny something very nice as a thank-you. Some kind of kilt accessory.

She waited for Ron in the devil room, which had become something of a common room for the STFU suite. It had no furniture, and its floors were piled with rugs and quilts and throws, an impromptu nest for devils and baby devils to clamber about, with large cushions here and there for humans to sit upon.

Since the suite had actually been comprised of a string of ordinary dorm rooms each having its own door to the hallway, Ron could come into the devil room directly. Primavera thought he would know which one it was, but just in case (Ron being Ron), had put a sign on the door. "STFU Devil Room. You can come in if we don't hate you."

She played with the little devil as she waited, wondering what Ron would think of him and what his name might be.
[identity profile] greatest-thief.livejournal.com
I am popcorning Lucas and taking back Carmen Sandiego. This is my third popcorning, so I should be set for characters.
[identity profile] gutentaghopclop.livejournal.com
Franz Liebkind, The Producers movie/musical

((Note: I am playing Franz post-prison. He's had some, ah, re-conditioning and is no longer a Nazi-obsessed, insane, song-writing fruitcake. Now he's merely an insane, song-writing fruitcake.))

Guten Tag Hop-Clop! )
[identity profile] jd-octor.livejournal.com
The first thing JD could feel was pain. The agony that lanced throughout his body nearly made him scream. The next thing was the realization that he could hardly move. He felt so weak. His vision was clouded and his hearing muffled. Where was he? What had happened? The fragments of memory came back. Someone had died, there was a fight, a woman spoke to him, he had been crying. What was it? Why did none of this make sense? He calmed himself. Think clearly. The woman, she was...she was dead? And there was- Oh god. There was Jack. Ignoring the pain, JD tried to move. He had to find Jack. He had to help him. Using all of his strength, he moved his fingers, scratching at the bed. Everything was black.He was scared. He couldn't see anything. "Jack..." he whispered hoarsely. I need you.
[identity profile] manriki-chan.livejournal.com
Sleepy-Osaka-san,

Do you still want to learn how to use weapons from me?

Love,
Gogo x
[identity profile] housewife-bree.livejournal.com
Ok. I hate to do this, a LOT, but RL has gotten really full, and I don't think it's going to let up. I'm trying to cut back on my internet time commitments, and after a lot of fretting, this comm. has to be one of the things that goes. Therefore, I'm pop corning Peter and Bree. Wah. That's painful. I'm really sorry to anyone I've rped with, ESPECILLY Peyton-mun (and Ender-mun: I'm sorry we never really got to play). I'm especially sorry that this is such short notice.

Bye guys. Its been fun.

(If anyone wants one of these characters, drop me a line here or at the popcorn post)

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