Closed RP-Thanksgiving Dinner.

[jd-octor.livejournal.com]

( Thanksgiving Dinner in the Room of Requirement )

OOC: The Calendar Pups, take two

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

As you might recall, we're doing a calendar.

We need more people! The months free are:

Cover-
January-

March-

May-
June-
Aug- Ford
Sept-


Dec-

All of the relevant info is at the link at the top. Please reply here if you're willing to do a month--or even do another one--because without it, the calendar cannot go ahead.

Owl to DEATH

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

( Warded to give a virulent case of hives to any unintended readers )

Owl to Valentine Wolf

[ugly-imp.livejournal.com]

After his sister's sorting, Tyrion was feeling a bit cranky... which is comparable to saying that the Atlantic Ocean was a bit damp. He needed to either let off some steam or eviscerate someone, preferably both. He found himself going up to the Owlery instead, and dashing off a quick note, which he sent with a raven he'd somehow acquired.

( Warded to cause a nasty vinereal disease if read by anyone other than the recipient )

Sockpuppet War!

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

OOC: I felt the need to break my brain in half. Hence the following sockpuppet thread. Enjoy.

Simkin required alcohol for his lunch with that irrespressible Puck; Robin Goodfellow. This meant either conjuring it up (which was never quite satisfying) or visiting the Ravenclaw bar. This second option wasn't exactly appealing either, because the bar had become infested recently with those deranged little blue men; the Nac Mac Feegle.

However, it has been requested, most courteously by Mr Goodfellow, and as such, Simkin was inclined to visit the rampaging hordes. Of course, he'd probably kill Robin for this eventually, but that could wait.

Dressed professionally, similar to what he imagined a lawyer would wear (and feeling very dour. The only colour was the orange silk handkerchief that was a permanent fixture of his), he wandered down into the bar, and looked for the crazed Feegles.

"Ahem."

Open to all Ravenclaws: Dom at the bar.

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(OOC: After the conversation in which Brice revealed all to his brother.)

( Cut for underage drinking )

Shopping trip; closed rp: Suzie & Jack

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

((Usual spoiler warning.))

( One short day... )

A walk, a cuppa, and a bit of conversation; Closed RP for Robin and Lizzy

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

( And this weak and idle theme,/ No more yielding than a dream.../ Give me your hands, if we be friends,/ And Robin shall restore amends. )

open RP for Slytherins: Common room redecoration!

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Strong Bad had owled the Slytherin prefects more than once. He was sick and tired of hearing about how the Ravenclaw bar was such a happening place. In Free Country USA, you didn't need anything fancy like a bar, or Feegles, or whatever those Ravenclaws had going on over there. A good sturdy Stick was gathering place enough!

But nooooo, Hogwarts people needed razzle-dazzle, something more snazzy than a mere Stick or even a No Loafing sign. Strong Bad was fed up. It was time to take action.

It was time to turn the Slytherin common room into the place to be. For party peoples. Party peoples in the place to be.

It was time ... for Club Technochocolate: The Next Generation.

He had paint. Lots of paint. What else could you need?