Open for Hufflepuffs, and anyone else, really.

[manriki-chan.livejournal.com]

Gogo was still little when she got the notice informing her that she'd won the prefect elections. However, being much younger had a few drawbacks, and one of those was that while she could still read fairly well in Japanese, English was more challenging. So she'd only actually figured out she was now prefect that morning.

The following notice began to appear on various noticeboards and classroom doors across the school. (How they got all the way up there when Gogo was so small is something of a mystery.)


HUFFLEPUFFS!

Come and talk to me about stuff if you want because I'm a prefect now and I'm not sure what that means but someone else did this so me too.

Love,
Gogo x

PS That means you need to come to the Hufflepuff Common room and talk to me and stuff except it isn't really, it's a room just off it and it has GOGO written on it on pink letters. x

Open RP

[adifferenttango.livejournal.com]

((Hi everyone, I'm new to the group and I'll be taking over Maureen Johnson from Rent. The poor thing has been stuck in a magic room since February though to her it's just seemed like a couple of hours.))

Maureen wasn't sure what it was that woke her. One moment she was asleep with her head against the wall of the tiny room and the next she was simply awake.

"Hello?" She tried hopefully, her foot lazily kicking the door. She stood, her hand jiggling the handle, hoping that the room which had held her for the last few hours would finally let her go. She didn't understand things like this, magic that she couldn't control holding her captive in a room for hours on end, and it was things like this that made her wish she was back in New York in her own apartment where things made sense. "Hello, Anybody?" She got angry, thinking about all that she was probably missing that was going on right outside of this room. She wasn't the type of person to enjoy long periods of time alone, and this was practically torture, being by herself for this long. "Get. Me. Out. Of. HERE!" She punctuated each word with a kick to the door, finally throwing herself against the door at the end with surprising success. She stumbled out of the room and fell on the floor--free.

Laughing, she stood and pulled the hem of her shirt down. She looked around, curious to see just who had seen her fall like that. It was embarrassing, but if she could find someone to tell her how to keep those damned rooms from shutting her in, it would be worth it.

(Closed RP -- Susan Sto Helit, Samuel Vimes) A misty, moisty morning

[old-stoneface.livejournal.com]

The weather was cloudy and misty and held that special clamminess common to Scottish mornings. The air was clean if not clear -- none of the odor Samuel Vimes had become used to in Ankh-Morpork was here; instead, it was the cool and almost fragrant scent of the countryside. The only tangs in the air were of the green and growing (and occasionally lurching) things in the greenhouse and the faint scent of the muck it took to make them grow.

He had foregone the breastplate and the helmet today but neither the badge nor the truncheon nor the sword. Nor the wand, come to that; in its sheath at his hip it felt a little peculiar. Too light for a sword or a knife, but with its own personal weight that never let him quite forget it was there. It was almost as though a thread of his spirit flowed from his hand to the object, but he did not think very much about this because it was so self-evidently foolish.

He was not a pacer nor a whistler nor yet, at least this morning, a smoker. He was not yet out of the Pantweeds Slim Panatellas he had brought (there were an extra two packets Just In Case in his belongings), but it seemed a good idea to conserve them nevertheless until he found someplace to acquire more. Maybe he could find some magic spell to make them reproduce, but that begged the question of what a male cigar looked like. Or a female, for that matter.

No, as the grey morning sky began to lighten, Vimes only leaned against the wall of the greenhouses and gazed out onto the place. There wasn't much to watch -- nobody was very awake, and nobody who was awake was nearby that he could see. Susan would be along soon enough, and then he might allay some of these suspicions and fears and possibly, just possibly, get something constructive accomplished.

Announcement: Rule additions and clarifications

[kahnooloo.livejournal.com]

As you know, your mod team has been at work making the rules clearer, and has made some changes, most notably to the squibbait policy.

We want to make sure that people are kept aware of changes. The rules are linked in the sidebar, of course, but also, we will make mod announcements at such times as the rules are adapted or added to.

We've just made a couple such changes.

First, we've clarified the squibbait policy to specify what counts as a clown, and to explain that clowns can be apped either as squibbait OR as playable.

Second, we've added a subheading to the general rules, which is as follows:

Rule 4C: Compliance

The moderators are not online 24/7 and cannot possibly read every thread in every RP. There will unfortunately be times when rules are broken and the moderators do not catch the problem right away.

Players are responsible to read and understand the rules of the game. If you see a post or thread that is in violation of the rules and you choose to RP in it anyway, you do so with the full understanding that a retcon or outright deletion of the post or thread may be enforced by the mods, which would mean the loss of all RP therein.

Players are also responsible to be proactive in pursuing resolution of problems that occur because of rule breakage. If someone breaks the fourth wall for your character, godmods you, etc., it is your responsibility to bring this to the mod team's attention. The mod team's contact information can be found in the contact information post.

Third and finally, we've added a brief requirement to the end of the official application form:

"In conjunction with posting your character's application, you must include the following statement, replacing the blanks with your initials (or your character's initials, or anyone's initials) after each sentence to indicate that you have read our rules and agree to abide by them:

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____________"

Remember that there is an announcement tag for mod-only use! If you go on a long hiatus and you want to be apprised of any minor rule changes that may have occurred in your absence, all you have to do is click on the announcement tag and you'll see the relevant posts. The tags post is also linked in our sidebar for ease of access.

Thanks for keeping informed and helping our community to run smoothly!

- your mod team: Liz, Damien, and Prima

Open RP in corridors

[lynn-the-enigma.livejournal.com]

Bored with the other applicant's sorting, Polly finally wanders out of the great hall. Unsure of where the Ravenclaw dorms are, she sets off in a random direction. "After all," she thought," this place is full of people. There's bound to be someone who knows the way."

Jordan sends some owls

[sacredharpie.livejournal.com]

Jordan was awfully bored, and she'd met a number of 'interesting' people at her Sorting. After harrassing a House Elf into explaining how the owl system worked, she set to work writing letters and sending them out.

( Owl to Lily )

( Owl to Domino )

( Owl to Sirius )

( Owl to Narcissa )

( Owl to the Sorting Hat )

( Owl to JD )

Prefectiness (Open to Ravenclaws)

[cafpowgirl.livejournal.com]

As a Prefect, Abby felt that she needed to get to know her fellow Raven:claws better. Perhaps there were things that she could be helping them with. So, she made some signs, and posted then throughout the Ravenclaw dorm: the walls, the doors to the common rooms, the sauna, the lab, even a couple attached to the bar that read as follows.

What does a Prefect do, anyway?

I know I'm supposed to help students, attend meetings, plan social events, etc. However, since it is your dorm as much as mine, I'd like to know what type of activities you guys want to do. If you have any questions or need any help, I'll be in the Ravenclaw Lab. If you just want to talk, come by too..I like meeting new people.

-Abby

Owl

[must_be_bunnies]

( Owl to Dawn )

Owl to James

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

Heavily warded owl, hexed to give anyone but the intended recipient boils from the waist down and for the note to turn into itching powder.

( James )

Syaoran (Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE)

[featherseeker.livejournal.com]

( Application zomg. )

devil-mails to God, Professor Malfoy, Professor Maturin, and ZEX

[dib-worm.livejournal.com]

(Each letter is carried by a small and friendly TasmaniDevinesian devil in his teeth to their respective addressees.)

( Devil-mail to God )

( Devil-mail to Professor Malfoy )

( Devil-mail to Professor Maturin )

( Devil-mail to ZEX )

Application for Miss Swan from MadTV

[miss-bunny-swan.livejournal.com]

( Helloooooooo? It Miss Swaaaaaaaan.... )

((Anyone interested in seeing Miss Swan in action can check out some of her videos here.))

Xanthe the Weeping Clown (BPAL-based OC squibbait that's a clown.)

[theweepingclown.livejournal.com]

( Does anyone else smell a rat? )

(no subject)

[madmanspider.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Carrie White )

Closed RP: Emily and Norrington

[emilyremains.livejournal.com]

((OOC: As Emily does not have a canon last name, I decided to name her Bonham, after Helena Bonham Carter, who voiced her in the movie. Miss Emily Bonham. Has a ring to it, hasn't it?))

So. She was at a magic school. She had no reason to doubt this was the case. Seriously, a hat had spoken to her. Emily was prepared to believe anything at this point. She was at a magic school, there to study magic. However, there were certain tools she would need to perform this supposed craft, such like a wand and ingredients for potions and suchlike. She had none of these things, and absolutely no idea of where to find them. Neither did she have any money, so she was quite at loss for what to do.

She'd better ask someone who knew. Emily looked around the Great Hall nervously. Who could she ask? Someone dependable, of course. But where would she find that?

To any outsider, Emily looked very lost.