Royal Navy WART, with Captain Jack Aubrey

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((Carrying on from this thread...))

Oh - oh, you mean the whole school can hear me? HELLO! HELLO, EVERYONE!

*loud squeal of feedback*

Hell and damnation, what a wretched din. Sounds like one of Stephen's pets. Yuki, sweetheart, it's shouting at me. Pray tell me what I ought to do.

*long pause, sounds of fumbling around*

This is Captain Jack Aubrey, and I'm talking on this radio thing. This is marvelous! We've got these machine thingies that play music, can you believe it? You put this sort of silver thing into the slot here - and you press this button thing here - is that how you do it? Oh, I pressed the wrong one. Sorry. I daresay Stephen's awfully good at this - it's the sort of thing he'd like.

( Now, what does this button do? )

Oh - Yuki says you can talk to me by sticking your head in the fireplace. That makes absolutely no sense, Yuki, my dear. Are you sure? All right, then... go ahead if you want a phiz full of soot. I won't be stopping you.

Like psychos for chocolate (RP open to STFUistas)

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Primavera is puttering around the STFU suite. She has been happy enough to have the place to herself for a bit -- after all, it wouldn't do to wander around with a facial mask on in front of just anyone -- and she has no idea of the chocolate-induced oddness that is sweeping the school.

She's washed off the (disgustingly expensive) cream from her face and is unrolling one of the new rugs for the Devinesian devils' room, which a house elf has just delivered (the elf has a notch in its ear and seems very happy that it is Primavera and not Gogo who receives the rug) when she hears someone(s?) entering the suite. The wards are such that only someone who belongs there can have entered, so she isn't at all alarmed. "Knock knock, who's there?" she trills out.

Lisa. Girl, Interrupted.

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*Re-worked some answers and re-posted from a few days ago*

( Application )

Owls

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After a quick trip outside of Hogwarts, Anya returns and sends out a few owls.

~***~

( Owl to Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld )

~***~

( Owl to Lily with the red hair )

~***~

( Owl to the Sorting Hat )

Owl to Lily

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James had been dealing with his own confusion and low points and distracting himself admirably with the Prefect elections. But his watch wouldn't stop blinking at him.

'Time to Treat Lily'. 'Time to Treat Lily'. 'Time to Treat Lily'.

When the letters shifted from black over to red, he knew he had to do something. So he did, not knowing a thing about the compounding circumstances of Voldeamort plus Crowley plus who knows what.

( Four Owls Carrying a Basket )

WART #40 with Quaxo and Jack Skellington

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((OOC: Since my computer is the oldest thing in the world (really, it's from the Iron Age), I'm not able to share any sound files. So none of Quaxo's or Jack's dedicated songs are going to be downloadable. Just so you know.))

Quaxo: Hi people! This is WART! *waves, despite this being radio* Today we are your DJs, and we are Quaxo and Jack Skellington. *pause* And my name is just Quaxo, without the 'Skellington' at the end.

Jack: Hello, all!

Quaxo: Jack is here because I don't have hands, so it's kind of hard to manage, um, playing music on my own. Yeah. But I will do most of the talking, because Jack says I'm good at that. *beams*

Jack: You are a very talented talker, Quaxo!

Quaxo: Yeah! You think we should get on with the music now? I think we should. ( So we will. )

Okay, so I guess that's everything! This was a very good show, that's what I think! So, um, I don't really know who the next DJ is going to be, so if you're interested, just Floo in and let us know, 'kay? Mister The Doctor is the next DJ! Yay! Send him your requests!

You can still Floo in, 'cause that would be fun!

application: Lola Sanchez, Angels Unlimited

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( Oooh. Fun. )

Open RP on the grounds

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The wind was cold againt Domino's cheeks. Her fringe was sweeped off her face and her hands were going a purpley shade. She was tired and worn. Everything that she had ran to escape was eating away at her and she was too strong, or too weak, to admit it. She sat down against a tree and looked into the distance. At least she was back in her home climate, but it, too, was bring back horrible memories. She bit her lip and growled at herself. 'Stop being so fucking stupid Domino!' she thought to herself, 'You just need to beat something up.' And with that she put her hands through her hair and lay her head down on her knees. 

((Dom's going to be mega bitchy. Just thought she needed to interact with some other chars, if any are willing to get there head bitten off by an emotional bitch))

Mr. Bucket! From Milton Bradley!

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((For reference to the character for this application, you need only check the following link:

http://www.bwatersmedia.com/mrbucket.mp3))

( Unintentional Buckets of Fun! )

TV & Book Tracy, The Story Of Tracy Beaker

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A small girl with a scowl on her face stands, arms folded, in the middle of the Sorting room.
'This ain't the Dumping Ground.' she says, annoyed.

( Hello, losers! )

Sort me, then.