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Who: Sarah Jane and Harry
When: Right after the huge dinner party
What: Um.. Harry proposes. Yeah.
Warnings: NC17. There's smut, but not alot.

( Glad I bought that ring then )

Karaoke night is on once more!

[dice-addict.livejournal.com]

( Poster stuck up all over the school! )

Owl to the Sorting Hat

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( Very lightly warded Owl to the Sorting Hat )

Hyperspace Engineering Tour (Open to all who want to see Slarti's factory)

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Starting at five o’clock, Slartibartfast ambled around to each of the common rooms, pasting instructions for the tour onto each board. He’d realized he’d neglected to specify a meeting place, so, in addition to strongly advising good coats and sturdy shoes, he let everyone know that they were to meet in the Great Hall at six.

He killed the remaining hour by hunting for lint and examining the stones that made up the school building--whoever had been making granite in this area had done a bang-up job of it. He might not know a great deal about Earthman society, but he did know good craftsmanship, and whoever had been in charge of this part of the world had clearly known what they were doing.

Come six o’clock he wandered down to the Great Hall, a small red square on a gold chain dangling from his fingers.

“All, all, all right, if everyone, ah, could kindly hop into the car--” he indicated an aircar that looked suspiciously like a minibus, hovering several feet above the floor “--and, and, and buckle up, we can, ah, we can be, well, we can be off.”

((Repost to correct mun idiocy))

Open RP: Hospital Wing

[coxinsox.livejournal.com]

A big part of working in a hospital was always paperwork. Intern, resident, attending, surgeon, it didn't matter; there were so many forms to fill out and charts to sign that Sacred Heart probably could have bought out Dunder Mifflin's entire supply for a year and still had trouble keeping up. What Dr. Cox didn't quite understand, though, was how an operation that A: didn't seem to have any real form of health insurance, B: was mostly occupied by people without families, C: had an almost 0% mortality rate and D: used almost no invasive procedures could possibly still E: have so much damn paperwork.

The other big problem he had with the Hospital Wing was, the place was boring. Oh, Cox was thrilled that his patients no longer tended to die on him, to be sure, but the lack of death in the place threw up a huge wall when it came to actually learning anything. Plus, 90% of their patients were house elves, who were both totally irrelevant to him and diagnostically speaking incredibly dull: most of their problems were self-inflicted.

In short, Dr. Cox was unbelievably bored. He had done his morning rounds; re-bandaged all of his patients and even re-intubated one just for the hell of it; owled JD about fifty times for absolutely no reason; and even taken on the unfortunate task of delivering one of their few human patients, who had popcorned during the night, down to the popcorn room. Now he was sitting at one of the desks, staring a huge mound of paperwork in the face and generally wanting to die... or possibly escape for a Days of Our Lives marathon.

A distraction, at this point, would be more than welcome.

((Open to ANYONE. Come bug Dr. Cox!))

Screwtape, C.S. Lewis' The Screwtape Letters

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((First, I'm a little afraid of doing this app simply because Screwtape is such a brilliant character. Nonetheless, I'm foolishly forging on ahead.

Secondly, Screwtape may fairly be recognized by any character from a Judeo-Christian milieu. He may not recognize you in return, but he'll certainly bluff his way through, as he's constitutionally incapable of admitting to a lack of knowledge or being wrong. Plus, he's a pretentious, pedantic bastard. Please, have fun with him!))

A tall man, rather distinguished-looking, appears in the Sorting Room. He betrays no surprise at this turn of events. Were one to get close to him, one might smell the faint odor of sulfur. Though he's immaculately-dressed and polite to a fault on the surface, his gaze is a little disturbing to discriminating or sensitive sorts.

He picks up the provided quill and fills out the application in a neat, swooping hand.

( Mr. Principal, your Imminence, your Disgraces, my Thorns, Shadies, and Gentledevils )

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