open RP by the lake

[ninth-doctor.livejournal.com]

After that horrifying cookie incident, stuffing whatever new clothes he'd ended up buying away (eh, more stuff for the TARDIS' wardrobe, he figured), and hoping that said incident never, ever, ever came up again (fat chance of that, of course), D the Doctor found himself wandering around lakeside.

There was a distinct change in the weather; he felt the warmth of the summer fading away, the bitter chill of autumn coming on, the strange mix of the time in-between blowing around. The Earth was shifting, tilting, the winds changing. He'd not felt the changing of the Earthen seasons in quite some time. Which only served as a reminder that he shouldn't be here right now. Where would he be if he wasn't here? On some moon orbiting Egrat VII? Battling some new beastie terrorizing a street in Lancashire? Having more dangerous adventures, no doubt...

So the wandering by the lake became lounging by the lake.

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[dinosaurman.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to the day of the chocolates.))

Grant was having a hard time getting his door open, between juggling his keys and a feline version of Laura Palmer. Finally he unlocked the door, put the cat down and invited Honor and Nimitz in. "Make yourself comfortable," he said. "Is there anything I can get for anyone?"

Application: Max Headroom (the Max Headroom show, 1987-88)

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A flash of light, and a television set bolted to a skateboard appears in the Sorting Room. Although its power cord and coaxial cables are flapping loose behind it, the screen is filled with scrolling static. Mounted to the top of the TV is a minicam. Suddenly hydraulic arms attached to the metal plate anchoring the TV to the skateboard lift the set up to about 5 and a half feet in the air. The static sputters and snaps into an image: the proverbial Talking Head.

"Control? CONTROL? Edison? Theora? Bryce? Heck, at this point I'd even take a hello from Murray! Where are you guys?"

The minicam turns on its base and sweeps the room; its input appears in a pic-in-pic in the right hand corner of the screen, and the head turns to look at it.

"Where the heck am I?"
( Twenty minutes into the future )

"I have read the hogwarts hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____MH________
I have read the hogwarts hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____MH______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____MH_______.
One day, I Zik Zak marmalade will rule the world. ______MH_______"

((OOC: I'm mainly going to be playing Max for snark, sooooo...If we could get him sorted in time for Secrets Board snarking, I'd love you forever, Mister Hat!))