Open rp

[marius-p.livejournal.com]

Marius was sitting out by the lake, leaning against a tree. A book of poetry was open on his lap, but he was happily daydreaming. He dreamily watched the afternoon sunlight guild the surface of the lake, and filter through the leaves of the trees. Despite the pleasant warmth, he was dressed in his customary black, and his coat was buttoned up to his chin (his shirt was rather threadbare).

He allowed himself a small smile, and wondered if anyone else was around. Please poke him or something.

(no subject)

[marius-p.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Nessarose )

Elwood Blues - The Blues Brothers

[ricochet-blues.livejournal.com]

A man in his mid-twenties enters the hall, briefcase in hand, confused expression somewhat masked by a pair of sunglasses. Where the hell did the rest of the band go? He'll have to think about this. He's glad, at least, that he's got his briefcase and harmonica, and that there doesn't appear to be a force of cops waiting for him.

Stammering, he tries to explain himself, "Good evening there, folks. I'm, ah, I'm Elwood Blues, and it's very nice to make your acquaintance..."

He trails off, feeling foolish for having spoken, but the situation has confused him terribly. Before he can sort out the sitution, he finds himself confronted with a series of questions.

( 'No, Ma'am. We're musicians.' )

((OOC: Elwood is from--heyyyyy crazy--The Blues Brothers. Using the movie, novel, and private collection deal, as well as general bits of related information, for his character. Posties will be in varying POV, written any time up through the imprisonment begun at the film's end. Not going to be using anything from Blues Brothers 2000, as I haven't seen it and don't intend to. May just be pigheaded, but what the hell; just doesn't work for me. To me. Summit of that. ANYWAY. I may be around, I may not... School is just awesome like that. Ja.))


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

Closed RP, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer's Last Fight

[cockneycat.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Backdated to before the cookies thread and just after Teazer's owls.))

Yes. Flirting with Mistoffelees that badly had probably not been a good move.

Rumpleteazer certainly hadn't intended anyone involved in that to get hurt. As it stood, Quaxo was in the hospital wing, and Mungojerrie was conspicuous in his absence.

She'd tried to take her mind off it by sending queries to people; hopefully, when she received news from the Potions master regarding the human potion, everyone would stop fighting and be interested and friends again.

Until then, she was in a secluded common-room corner, bored and lonely.

God Eneru, from One Piece

[goroeneru.livejournal.com]

A man with rather long earlobes and drums on his back suddenly appears in the great hall.  Quickly glancing from side to side, he looks very confused.  Before he could ask where he was, a voice started to ask him questions.

( Eneru's application )

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

Open RP: A bit of a pub crawl...

[fantastic-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose was, frankly, getting a bit stir-crazy. Certainly Hogwarts had a never-ending supply of hallways and rooms to explore, but the novelty of moving staircases and hallways much longer than they looked had begun to wear off, particularly having the TARDIS as a point of comparison. Freshly radiant blonde thanks to a very useful sorting bribe, Rose decided it was time to put her Plot into action. (No, not that Plot, the other one.) With only Jack's diminishing stores of hypervodka to experiment with, Rose's goal of highly intoxicating, very tasty, and hangover-proof alcohol has proven elusive. She figured she needed more experience with magickal liquor to make her efforts more fruitful.

So the only solution was to go down to Hogsmeade and find herself a pub, pronto.

Finally, a use for the good clothes she'd taken from home on her vacation to London! Rose dressed with care, albeit a bit less revealing than she would back at home hitting the clubs with Shareen. Still, it would be good to get out. She just hoped that she was up to the challenge of a very foreign array of drinks. Oh, who was she kidding? If she managed alien pubs, she could certainly manage a Scottish one. Maybe.

With determination and sensible-yet-stylish shoes (because really, who knew when you'd have to run for your life?), Rose headed into Hogsmeade looking for this Three Broomsticks place she'd heard about. Still, with predictable luck, it wasn't The Three Broomsticks she saw first, but a rather dingy looking joint called The Hog's Head. Still. When in Rome... She shrugged and headed inside, wrinkling her nose at the faint odor of goat that wafted out the door as she peered in the gloom.

(Please feel free to join Rose, harass Rose, direct Rose to a nicer pub, whatever you like.)