Aug. 5th, 2006

[identity profile] waste-lock.livejournal.com
He didn't want to think about it.

He didn't want to think about it.

Nny's usual method of dealing with frustration (short of an off-campus trip for 'coffee'), hurling knives, darts, and shurikens at the various pictures on the walls of his half of the room in STFU, wasn't going well. The weapons felt big and clumsy in his currently-shrunken hands, the weight and balance were wrong, and he couldn't seem to get enough force behind each throw.

He shrieked in frustration, then flopped face-down on his bed, flat-out screaming into the mattress.
[identity profile] jd-octor.livejournal.com
Lily,

Hey, sorry to bother you, but I really need to talk to you for a second. Could you meet me somewhere?

-JD.

closed rp;

Aug. 5th, 2006 02:16 am
[identity profile] twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com
Following this.

Jack was where he said he would be. Just staring. My Jack. It was the thought of possession, belonging to. Jack wasn't quite ready for all of that. My Captain he could stand, that amused him on one level. Jack couldn't remember the last time, if ever he'd been called my Jack seriously or even jokingly now he thought more.

((Should probably start tagging all Jack's threads with some form of warning...))
[identity profile] toomuchofwater.livejournal.com
((OOC Notes: Thanks to the muns for R&G for the thumbs-up. Ophelia here is post-dead; dying smoothed out a lot of the craziness, but she's still occasionally given to inappropriate gigglefits, strong language, bawdy songs, and compulsive flower-picking, especially when stressed. She is based on Kate Winslet's performance in the Branagh film of Hamlet -- which film is assumed, for the purposes of RP and characterization, to take place in some Strange Alternate Universe Denmark, where people dress in Edwardian clothes and speak in Elizabethan English; the Branagh film also provides the interpretation of the play. Also, anyone who asks why I'm not writing her dialogue in iambic pentameter can shove a copy of the Riverside Shakespeare where the sun doesn't shine. You'll have to be content with my best stab at Elizabethan prose.))

((ETA: Feel free to make references to the play. Ophelia will merely assume that her demise has become the source of song and story, because that's what happens to tragic, wronged maidens.))


They say the owl was a baker's daughter )
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
oso del sol says:
Though I'm still so very tempted to post it to the comm.
oso del sol says:
o_O
Narcissus Reborn [Lysander has been PWNED!] says:
Link to it from the comm!
oso del sol says:
You link to it from the comm, then it looks less wanky?
oso del sol says:
OH GOD WANKY IS NOT THE WORD I SHOULD HAVE USED IN THIS CONTEXT
Narcissus Reborn [Lysander has been PWNED!] says:
*so fucking dying*
Narcissus Reborn [Lysander has been PWNED!] says:
Now I want to post THIS convo and THEN link.


Sex makes it ALL better.

Marginally NSFW, created by Hela/Stephen-mun after a rather cracky convo over MSN.
[identity profile] waste-lock.livejournal.com
Leonard Cohen, "Who By Fire" (lyrics)
Yeah, very, nice, you whiny fucking Canadian, but what about who by POPCORN? Because that's what it fucking comes down to around here, isn't it?


For such a young voice, it's got quite a lot of fury and misery... )
[identity profile] nopower-overme.livejournal.com
Now that Sarah felt safe to wander more freely in the school with the talisman as her protection, she is once again focused on researching her new, mostly non-academic project - protection against slasher cults. While she had been through all the books in the library she had found a house-elf willing to get her (and still boggled at how willing the creatures were to bring her the books, food and anything else she wanted so she had only needed to venture from her room when absolutely necessary) during the days she spent locked in her room while Stephen was secluded working on the talisman preparation, that had only been research into defensive spells and wards and protections with the magic of this world. What she needed now was to find out about the God of Gay and the cults, where these stories were published - if they were - and how much effect having such stories written would be on a person. At the moment, she was convinced this was some form of magic that these cults could kidnap people, write about them and then make the kidnapped people behave that way. A vague theory of voodoo-like magic floating in her head, she wrote two notes and went to gather her research.



Raven to Ryuuji, warded as always )



Note to Stephen, still warded even if it was left where only he would get it )
[identity profile] mightymorfin.livejournal.com
Morfin feels that he's been negligent. He hasn't been going to very many Sortings to meet the new students! Someone really should welcome them! And he hasn't held group therapy in such a very long time -- he really should be keeping up with his old acquaintances to see how they're doing and whether making therapeutic paper-bag puppets helped them!

Well, something has to be done about this. Resolute, Morfin develops a Plan. It isn't much of a plan. It mostly involves making fliers with markers, and then having the house elves post them up around school. And getting the house elves to make cake and stuff. House elves are pretty convenient. But Morfin doesn't think of them as conveniences, he thinks of them as unique and special in their own way!

So, the following flier appears plastered all over the school:

Morfin is artistic )

And then Morfin, excited, goes to the Great Hall to await his guests.

(( Comment notification is turned off so feel free to do what you like! Sadly, applicants who haven't yet been Sorted can't attend because they're still to be in the Sorting Room, but everyone else is welcome, and I do mean everyone! ))
[identity profile] carri3-whit3.livejournal.com
The day after Spider's owl, Carrie eased into the Great Hall behind a crowd of students bound for lunch.

She crept around the edges of the room until she spotted Spider leaning against the far wall, half-hidden in shadow, quietly observing as the other students ate, talked, flirted and went about the business of life at Hogwarts. She shrank back, looking for a similar pool of shadow to hide in, but Spider caught sight of her and raised a hand before she could find one.

Nothing else for it; she was caught; she pushed herself forward and started toward him.
[identity profile] avarice-is-good.livejournal.com
Greed wanders the halls, mildly drunk on some of the delicious scotch that he managed to get off one of those talking cats (he couldn't keep them straight sober, let alone under the influence, if he were a deeper homonucli, he might ponder why there were talking cats at the school to begin with) that seemed to populate the school.

Not only was Greed drunk; he was horny. No one milling around the common room interested him (or at least, no one that wouldn't turn him down) so he set out for the halls. After several minutes of meandering he spots Lust in the distance.

"Lust! My dear, dear friend!" He flashed her a winning grin. "Wait up!"
[identity profile] sandburg-zone.livejournal.com
Sent out to be noticed by all students and staff


Hogwarts et al,

The curly haired, glasses and hippie vest under his robes wearing person in the library is actually the librarian. He likes quiet. His house elf likes quiet.

People raising their voices in the library will find themselves pants-ed to the skin, courtsey of house-elf magic. People starting fights, shouting matches or flying into a rage, will find themselves forcibly ejected and fined. House points will also be deducted. Any staff member involved in either can be assured of the same exact treatment, and suspension of priviledges.


Blair Sandburg
(90% of the time, your friendly, neighbourhood librarian)

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