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Aug. 2nd, 2006
Mourning (Closed RP to STFUistas)
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dib-worm.livejournal.comSomething in him knew. Some terrible instinct says that this is his fault, because he pushed. And he's SURE it was that stupid -doll-, that horrible leering THING. He can practically SEE it smirking at him. It MADE her leave, didn't it?
What do I DO? Do I go after her?
Devi's note still crumpled in his hand, he hurries to the popcorn room, hoping not to find... hoping that she just LEFT, because then he could GO AFTER HER.
But it's there. SHE's there. He stares at the plaque on the wall with Devi's name on it for a long, long time. Touches the plaque, mouth shaking as he tries to hold it together.
... but... I -loved- you!... Dammit, Nny loved you! didn't... didn't that MEAN anything? wasn't it enough?
Maybe it wasn't.
He eventually collects himself and returns to the suite, eyes red. He crashes into a chair, and curls up, Rigel pushing anxiously at his leg.
What do I DO? Do I go after her?
Devi's note still crumpled in his hand, he hurries to the popcorn room, hoping not to find... hoping that she just LEFT, because then he could GO AFTER HER.
But it's there. SHE's there. He stares at the plaque on the wall with Devi's name on it for a long, long time. Touches the plaque, mouth shaking as he tries to hold it together.
... but... I -loved- you!... Dammit, Nny loved you! didn't... didn't that MEAN anything? wasn't it enough?
Maybe it wasn't.
He eventually collects himself and returns to the suite, eyes red. He crashes into a chair, and curls up, Rigel pushing anxiously at his leg.
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Aug. 2nd, 2006 08:42 amlp-drumline7.livejournal.com
( The same scrawled note, from Devi - to Dib and Nny )OOC: And with that... I'm formerly resigning from this community. I put it off for a while, only cuz I thought I'd miss it, but... it's not what it used to be. Anyway, I'm sorry STFU-istas - I'm going to miss you all :). I'm sorry Kaylee-mun, Wilson-mun and Cox-mun too, I wish we could've done more.
So I guess it's off to the popcorn with Simon (lord knows he's gone too many times now), House, Homestar Runner, Lockstock, Little Sally ... and Devi.
Thanks for all the fun, though, guys :)
Open-ish RP: Vimes settling in
Aug. 2nd, 2006 09:23 amold-stoneface.livejournal.comHe hadn't come with much, which was just as well -- most of what Vimes really needed was slung in a stained and battered canvas bag over one shoulder. Since his Sorting he'd received both wand and textbooks, and as his bag was stuffed with personal belongings (including a few now-mostly-flattened sandwiches Lady Sybil had sent in case the trip was too long or the food wasn't good) he lugged the books in his arms and held the wand, pirate-style, between his teeth.
Upon arriving in the Common Room (and having to repeat himself half a dozen times to the Fat Lady -- it's hard to talk when there's a wand in your mouth), he set the stack of books down with a thump and sighed. Captain Aubrey ought to be up here soon enough, and he needed someone to show him about the place -- at least to show him where he should set his kit. While he waited he pulled the beloved silver cigar case from his breastpocket and unslotted the second-to-last inside. He'd have to see about getting some more; this place was going to require them for sober sanity.
Upon arriving in the Common Room (and having to repeat himself half a dozen times to the Fat Lady -- it's hard to talk when there's a wand in your mouth), he set the stack of books down with a thump and sighed. Captain Aubrey ought to be up here soon enough, and he needed someone to show him about the place -- at least to show him where he should set his kit. While he waited he pulled the beloved silver cigar case from his breastpocket and unslotted the second-to-last inside. He'd have to see about getting some more; this place was going to require them for sober sanity.
not-the-rum.livejournal.comArgh, Jack Sparrow and Voldie-mun here. Just wanted to let you guys know that RL and school has reared its ugly head and sent me screaming, looking for the nearest cover. I'm so sorry to have left threads hanging (I'm looking at you, Methos and Chiana-muns) but I probably won't be getting back into the scheme of things until... this weekend at the earliest, or next weekend at the latest.
If I do happen to be gone for a prolonged period of time, Jack Sparrow is off... doing piratey things and Voldemort has decided to wander around London for awhile. Again, apologies!
(ETA: I'll still be checking my email, so feel free to contact me via that if need be. ♥)
If I do happen to be gone for a prolonged period of time, Jack Sparrow is off... doing piratey things and Voldemort has decided to wander around London for awhile. Again, apologies!
(ETA: I'll still be checking my email, so feel free to contact me via that if need be. ♥)
OOC: NOT A MOD POST
Aug. 2nd, 2006 01:50 pmyoyo-katzchen.livejournal.comEarlier today I was perusing the list of contact info and I realized - I can't find a damned thing! So, because my OCD compels me, I have decided to organize the list.
This will involve:
A listing of all ACTIVE characters in alphabetical order, each saying who the mun for that character is
A listing of all ACTIVE characters BY FANDOM, each with the mun's name as well
A seperate list of POPCORNED characters and their character journals, all of which will have a link to the mods' contact into so that you may contact them about taking over popcorned characters.
and a list of muns in alphabetical order with contact info.
So, that means - yup. Pick the name you wish to be called by, and tell me each of your character's names, character journals, and their fandom, because I don't know where everyone is from. If you'd like to also repost your contact info, feel free, it might be easier to find.
<3, Crazy Jane))
I've been asked to hold off on this, and just use the info already in the contact info post to make the List. Which means if you en't posted to that one, you'd better go do it now. if you'd still like to leave your info here, go ahead, but please make sure you've got updated contact info in the contact info post!
And cause there was some confusion, I'm not a mod. I'm doing this as a favor, and as a way to blow some time.
old-stoneface.livejournal.comIt was only relatively dust-free in this room because of the efforts of House-Elves and their compulsive studying. Apart from the chill, allayed by lighting a small fire in the somewhat oversize hearth (in which the blaze seemed somewhat lost and alone like a scarf dropped on a ballroom floor), the office was an enviable space -- the view of the grounds over the sloped and pointed turrets of the castle was beautiful, even as the mist began to creep over the surface of the lake and the sun began to dip complpetely beneath the horizon.
The window had been cracked enough to let the smoke of Vimes's cigar pass through, letting in a bit of the outside air. A teapot sat on the table with a pair of cups and a house-elf chosen assortment of teacakes and the like. The Commander had already poured his cup, but it steamed untouched on the table while he wrinkled his brow over the Charms primer he was assigned.
"...written for a damned ten year old, and it still makes no bloody sense," he muttered. But he was going to have to figure it out eventually. By doing, preferably. But that would have to wait.
The window had been cracked enough to let the smoke of Vimes's cigar pass through, letting in a bit of the outside air. A teapot sat on the table with a pair of cups and a house-elf chosen assortment of teacakes and the like. The Commander had already poured his cup, but it steamed untouched on the table while he wrinkled his brow over the Charms primer he was assigned.
"...written for a damned ten year old, and it still makes no bloody sense," he muttered. But he was going to have to figure it out eventually. By doing, preferably. But that would have to wait.
emilyremains.livejournal.comEmily's footsteps did not echo, but her dress made a faint rustling sound as she moved through the corridors of Hogwarts. She was looking for something, or maybe someone, she wasn't sure. Ever since her Sorting she had been feeling a little strange, out of place perhaps, or maybe just restless. The castle was so vast and so silent; it was so different from the colourful Land of the Dead, and she went from room to room, peeking in through the doors and then carrying on.
Though people seemed to rarely pass through here, things were still impeccably clean. Candles burned in chandeliers, their flames gleamed in mirrors and made the shadows flee.
With this candle, I will light your way in darkness...
Emily shook her head quickly to make the words leave her. "Oh, stop it," she murmured to herself and sighed.
She continued her stride until she came to the end of the corridor. The door to the last room was slightly ajar, and she almost absently looked inside. And remained standing. The room was empty except for one thing. It stood there, looking completely new, its shiny black surface reflecting her own surprised face in the candle light.
A piano.
Emily went inside the room, not bothering to shut the door. Her right hand, the one that still had flesh, caressed the surface, and she sighed contentedly. Now everything would be all right again. She sat down on the stool. Emily opened the lid to the piano and touched the keys carefully. She closed her eyes and pressed down. The note was perfect. The piano was tuned.
Before she knew it, she was playing. The melody was not recognizable, she made it up as she went along, losing herself in the delight of playing again. Her back was turned to the door, and if anyone should enter, she would not be able to see them until they made themselves known.
Though people seemed to rarely pass through here, things were still impeccably clean. Candles burned in chandeliers, their flames gleamed in mirrors and made the shadows flee.
With this candle, I will light your way in darkness...
Emily shook her head quickly to make the words leave her. "Oh, stop it," she murmured to herself and sighed.
She continued her stride until she came to the end of the corridor. The door to the last room was slightly ajar, and she almost absently looked inside. And remained standing. The room was empty except for one thing. It stood there, looking completely new, its shiny black surface reflecting her own surprised face in the candle light.
A piano.
Emily went inside the room, not bothering to shut the door. Her right hand, the one that still had flesh, caressed the surface, and she sighed contentedly. Now everything would be all right again. She sat down on the stool. Emily opened the lid to the piano and touched the keys carefully. She closed her eyes and pressed down. The note was perfect. The piano was tuned.
Before she knew it, she was playing. The melody was not recognizable, she made it up as she went along, losing herself in the delight of playing again. Her back was turned to the door, and if anyone should enter, she would not be able to see them until they made themselves known.
ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com((The Sorting Hat is going to be taking the upcoming weekend off from sorting of any kind. It's still fine to put up apps if you want to, but any apps posted tonight, tomorrow and Friday will probably have a delay in being sorted. Thank you all for your patience!))
Owl to Rowena.
Aug. 2nd, 2006 07:33 pmgrouchyoldsnake.livejournal.comLady Rowena,
As per our last discussion, I am sending you the examples of inaccurate texts that our students should analyse during the next History of Magic lesson. I attempted to find ones that were age-appropriate and concerned an era in the past of Hogwarts that they would have a vested interest in, but found that several so-called historians seemed to take more in our personal lives than our actual academic stances.
Yours,
Salazar Slytherin.
In the same envelope as the letter, there arethree little booklets.
((Anyone who wants to sign up for the class before the groups for MSTing those fics get made, sign-up post is here.))
As per our last discussion, I am sending you the examples of inaccurate texts that our students should analyse during the next History of Magic lesson. I attempted to find ones that were age-appropriate and concerned an era in the past of Hogwarts that they would have a vested interest in, but found that several so-called historians seemed to take more in our personal lives than our actual academic stances.
Yours,
Salazar Slytherin.
In the same envelope as the letter, there arethree little booklets.
((Anyone who wants to sign up for the class before the groups for MSTing those fics get made, sign-up post is here.))
Otakon ho!
Aug. 2nd, 2006 09:45 pmonawhitehorse.livejournal.comHey all! Just to let y'all know, Otakon is this weekend, so I'm gonna be heading down to Baltimore tomorrow and will be probably offline until Monday. The internet situation is kind of unclear so let's just assume I won't have any. *thumbs up* I'll be up till late tonight packing, though, so ping me if you want to wrap something up or talk about future plottiness.
As for my characters: Dr. Cox has been invited to a medical conference in Edinburgh, Utena is locked up in her room recovering from her meeting with Robin, Kiriyama has decided to take a trip down to London, DEATH is away on "business," and Draco is just generally avoiding people like the snot-nosed little pissant that he is.
As for my characters: Dr. Cox has been invited to a medical conference in Edinburgh, Utena is locked up in her room recovering from her meeting with Robin, Kiriyama has decided to take a trip down to London, DEATH is away on "business," and Draco is just generally avoiding people like the snot-nosed little pissant that he is.
Closed RP: Yuki and Charlie
Aug. 2nd, 2006 10:06 pmkusarigama-chan.livejournal.comWandering away for the evening from the suite, Yuki made her way out to the grounds. Rather than her usual haunts, she decided to walk in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Forbidden, of course, being absolutely no warning to her whatsoever. Perhaps there would be fun to be found as right now, she was feeling distinctly not fun - and it showed on the lack of smile on her normally-grinning face.
cheshire-thecat.livejournal.comThe Cat manifests in the center of the room; then it saunters down through empty air, humming, and watches as the quill leaps to life to fill in his answers...
( Down the rabbit hole... )
( Down the rabbit hole... )Closed RP: Emily and Anya.
Aug. 2nd, 2006 11:50 pmemilyremains.livejournal.com((Sorry if it seems like I'm spamming your flists, guys. Emily is just... really busy at the moment. =) ))
Emily sat and waited by the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall. Her hands were placed in her lap, as was proper for a young lady, and her legs were neatly crossed. She was very excited about the impending conversation and the ideas it would hopefully spawn, so she had a small smile playing over her features.
She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the door, waiting for Anya to show up.
Emily sat and waited by the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall. Her hands were placed in her lap, as was proper for a young lady, and her legs were neatly crossed. She was very excited about the impending conversation and the ideas it would hopefully spawn, so she had a small smile playing over her features.
She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the door, waiting for Anya to show up.
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