Open RP in the Hospital Wing

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Agnes marched about the Wing in her usual, brisk manner, cleaning instruments and hexing the odd Doxie as she went. Agnes supported magical creatures in general, and they were obviously very useful in potion and spell ingredients, but she drew the line when they managed to break into the liquor cabinet, that was for employees only. Also, mostly her, but still, the excess Doxies had to go. God knew what other creatures were staying in the ward, but Agnes was sensible enough to restrict them to unused areas, like ward three, and she wouldn't let the more dangerous creatures in, the wards made sure of that. Thinking on that, she brushed the wall with her ancient wand, sending a wave of sparks, glyphs and sigils glowing along the wall and over the roof. The wards were still strong. Good. Who said mild paranoia was bad? The Hospital Wing was warded so heavily that it was almost like a castle in it's own right....

RP open to Gryffindors: Camilla gets her bearings.

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There was something delightfully clandestine about having to give a password to a speaking portrait in order to enter Gryffindor.

It was a pity no one had told Camilla what this password was, when she had been Sorted into that House.

She had a large pigskin suitcase with her, inherited from a friend, and upon this she sat beside the portrait, carrying on with the Fat Lady a desultory conversation. Someone was bound to come by, sooner or later.

Closed RP: Sanzo, Hakkai, and eventually Gojyo

[worldly_monk]

( Reading in the Library )

Open to Ryuuji, Sarah, Oz

[tomorrow-knight.livejournal.com]

It'd taken Terry days to get the news that Seto and Mokuba were popcorn. When he found out he'd been furious for not having some sort of routine to check about those things. But he'd been avoiding the popcorn room ever since Ryuuji had hinted that Paul hadn't simply left but was in there, somewhere, an empty golden shell covered in salt. And even if Stephen might occasionally mutter something under his breath, a good TA didn't pay it too much attention, just in case the Professor didn't realize he was talking. And then on top of it all, he'd been ill the last couple of days and had only just gotten up and recovered his routine.

Now, however, he was doing his best to make up for not being alarmed sooner when Ryuuji missed their daily brunches or coming to see him to cheer him up. The various House Elves he'd questioned and re-questioned said that Ryuuji was holding vigil outside the popcorn room. His impulse was to have the House Elves shift things in the suite into a new configeration so that Ryuuji wasn't overwhelmed once someone finally brought him back in. But everyone dealt differently with grief. And if that was the wrong thing to do, he didn't want to have to lose steps by having to fix it.

So instead Terry made his way to the popcorn room with chocolate and two cushions.

OOC: Sorry!!

[coxinsox.livejournal.com]

OOC time, kids. I just want to apologize for having pretty much completely disappeared for the past week or so. I've been dealing with some stuff IRL and just... yeah, not had a lot of time or energy for RP. But I am back now! And I am so sorry to everyone I left hanging. I'm working on replies to all of you right now, I promise. :) Just wanted to get that out there, I know I kind of messed things up for some people and I feel awful for that. ♥ you all for your patience with me.

Also, Siri, you are a ROCK GODDESS \m/

Jesus H. Christ, from "Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal"

[josh-h-christ.livejournal.com]

There is a sudden burst of golden light in the sitting room, and the songs of angels reverberate against the stone walls. A flock of doves spiral out of the center of the light and up into the rafters as a booming voice declares, “THIS IS MY SON, WITH WHOM I AM WELL PLEASED.”

Out of the light walks a figure clad in robes of purest white, with a traditional blue sash. The man, bearded with long brown hair, looks as if he’s stepped out of a stained glass window. He begins to move, and then his sandal catches on the hem of his robes. He trips and falls on the floor with a painful sounding ‘crack’. The light manages to convey a sigh and then vanishes.

The man picks himself up and brushes off his robes. His hands have rather large holes in them, and he has a series of scars across his forehead. With a sheepish smile he says, “Hi. Sorry about that. My Dad likes some pageantry whenever I assume mortal form. I’m, um… Joshua bar Jehovah. I think you’d know me as Jesus H. Christ. You might also know me as the Lamb of God, the Christ, the Savior, the Messiah, the Chosen One, the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, the Prince of Peace, that preachy guy from Nazareth….” He trails off and offers another sheepish smile to the room at large. “I’ve got a lot of names. You can call me Josh, though.” He turns his attention to the application.

( Guess what H stands for! )

Drinks all round! (Closed RP for Cox, Lily, Sirius, and Yang)

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to just after Potions Class.))

( So I'm taking these pills for to fill up my soul/And I'm drinking them down with cheap alcohol/And you'd be inclined to be mine for the taking/And part of this terrible mess that I'm making/But you, you're the catalyst )