Owl to Professor Maturin

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( Several owls carrying a parcel of heavy books )

Closed RP; Ed and Harry; Library

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As of late, Ed had grown tired of endlessly researching magic. So, today, he was perusing the fiction section of the library, trying to belatedly catch up on the literature of this world. He'd already read a few of Shakespeare's plays and summarily discarded the Dickens novel he'd picked up, due to it being too damned boring.

At the moment, he was holding a copy of Conrad's Heart of Darkness at arms length and squinting at it as he read. As of late, Ed had grown somewhat farsighted, though he was far too stubborn to admit it. (He might have changed his mind had he known how comical he looked reading like that.)


((Tag Harry))

Michael Kelso - That 70's show

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Life is a funny thing. One minute, you're loading a bunch of your friends star wars toys into a crate, to ring them out to your car, to bring them to some kid who said he'd give you a 20 for them.Next thing you know you're...Not.

For most people this might have been disturbing, being hurdled through space and time. but for Michael Kelso it was "sweet". He was used to being confused, after all.

Kelso set down the crate of toys, and found his way over to the application. Luckily, he was without a pen, and chose to answer out loud, speaking directly to the paper. I say luckily because Kelso's skills in penmanship and spelling were...well. Lets just say 'questionable at best'.

( application )

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

Closed RP: How Revealing?

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After leaving Leia Organa-Solo's Sorting, Laura led Grant to her room in the Hufflepuff dorm.

She had two topics of conversation on the table - one that might make Grant embarrassed, and one that might make him angry. She wondered which it would be wisest to bring up first.

"Care for coffee?" she offered, waving him to the sofa. "Or maybe the last of that scotch?"

Application for Molly Weasley, the Harry Potter series

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OOC: I did contact the mods about apping Molly, and I tried to email all the HP muns. If this ap is a complete shock to anyone concerned, I'm sorry I missed you and will bake you Internet cookies as a consiliatory gesture.

IC:

Molly Weasley chooses to make a favorable impression on all prospective applicants
by storming into the great Hall, wand out, a note clenched tightly in her hand.
"Hello?" she shouts. "Minerva? Remus? Anybody? Severus? Someone get over here right
now and explain this."
She glances disdainfully at the note, reading it aloud in a tense voice.
"Dear Mrs. Weasley,
You might like to know that some interesting things are going on at Hogwarts and
that your children have been up to some wacky hijinks since last you saw them.
Sincerely,
A Friend."
She crumples the note. "Where *are* my children?" she asks the room in general. "If
I don't see them or hear a damned good excuse, I'm going to start throwing hexes,
see if I don't."
Then she spots the application, reads it over and sits down heavily in a chair. "My.
This certainly wasn't part of the admission process *I* remember from my days at
Hogwarts."
While she waits for someone to arrive upon whom she can vent her considerable spleen,
she fills the application out.

( Oh Ginny! You got some 'splainin' to do! )

Han Solo, Star Wars (OT & EU)

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*Han stumbled slightly, blinking in shock. Spinning, he snatched his trusty DL-44 from the holster, eyeing the room warily. This was definitely not Anoth, nor even Myrkr... for that matter, this place wasn't much like anywhere he'd seen. Well, maybe a little like that temple on Yavin but still, distinct differences... notably the lack of ships with Rebels swarming over them like Kamarians. That and the presence of other... people.*

*In fact, this place was quite odd looking now that he thought about it. But fortunately no one seemed to be about to kill him, though you could never be too careful. Lowering the blaster slightly he mutters*

"Kark! Where in the kriffing galaxy are we?!"

*Seeing a table where something resembling paperwork appears to be laid out, he ambles over, still studying the other inhabitants of the room carefully, hovering protectively near Leia. He wasn't about to take chances, this would be the perfect time for the Empire to lay a trap. Thrawn may be dead but that didn't mean one of the Admiral's lieutenants wouldn't be glad to kill them. Picking up the paper he studies it curiously*

( What the brix is this? )

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

Open to all - Popcorn room

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The floor of the popcorning room was rather cold. He blinked owlishly down at his hand... wait. Stone? It'd been a long time since he'd seen a stone floor like this; so old, trafficked by feet so long it was smooth as marble.

He ran his hand along it and then realized he was still on the floor. He scrambled to his feet and cracked his head on the pedestal beside him, cringing as he finally managed to straighten up.

Now... where... was this place? He rubbed the sore spot on his head and contemplated.

He'd been here before, he was sure of it. But... popcorn? And this plaque, so many unfamiliar names... he padded over to examine it with a frown on his face. Why couldn't he remember how he'd gotten here?

He heard a sound and glanced back over his shoulder. Were there others in here? Perhaps someone who would help him out? And hopefully not shoot him... although... he edged behind another pedestal. Best to be on the safe side.

(no subject)

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( Note left on what he presumes is Sam's bed, judging by all the crap on the bedside table )

( Note to Lily, scratched out and crumpled a bit, and attached to the hawk she made (whose beak's looking a little crushed from lots of failed attempts to get it to turn into a piece of parchment) )

( Owl to Bomba, also looking worse for wear (but totally not from Dean arguing with it to just take the damn piece of paper already, you stupid bird) )

Vimes Returns: Open RP.

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OOC: I think I got in contact with everyone I needed to regarding unpopping Vimes. If I didn't, I'm terribly sorry.

Vimes knew that he had woken up. There had been darkness, and warmth, and the comfort of his desk as he passed out at it. Then there had been a sharp pain in the back of his neck; possibly in his brain itself, and the feeling of being pulled back and forth.

And then there was light, and the smell of grease, and something fried. Like those popped corns that Dibbler had during the Clicks thing way back when.

"Oh, not again." He opened his eyes, expecting the worst: to be back in time, again. I don't remember lightning recently.

Unfortunately for Sam Vimes, more formally known as "His Grace, His Excellency, The Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes", it was worse than the worst he'd expected. This wasn't Ankh-Morpork at all. In fact, this wasn't anywhere he knew.

Tiny little neurons stood up and started kicking his brain, like a bunch of Unmentionables around a drunk watchman.

"Oh, bugger." Out of sheer habit, Vimes patted himself down until he found the cigar case that Sybil had given him. He half-opened it, then shut it again, and looked at the silver case, tears fighting to win their way past the stone-like countenance that provided him with one of his nicknames. They didn't win, but it was a close fight. Eventually, his self-control won out and with the emotional equivalent of "You're nicked, old chum", slammed them back into the recesses of his brain. He was here, now.

In this time, in this place... he was having a cigar.

He lit it, casually, and as he strolled out the door of the popcorn room, began to whistle; the tune playing out in his head.

...they rise heads up heads up, heads up

Closed RP: Dean and Bomba and... knife lessons. Yeah.

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((Can't... resist... bad... joke... WARNING: Horny demon hunters and former cats on the premises. Proceeed with caution. Officially rated R for smut.))

( That a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? )

Carcer Dun, Terry Pratchett's "Night Watch"

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A young man of about thirty appears in the Sorting Room. He blinks, looking about the room, then quickly checks his wrists, rummages through his pockest and finally pats himself about the waist, as if looking for something.

When he finds him devoid of any possessions he shrugs, and proceeds to explore the room with a cheeky, chirpy grin until he finds the application. Occasionally he laughs to himself, an odd sort of chortle that somehow suggests that even if he was to explain, he'd be the only who really got the joke.

( Better than the gallows at any rate, haha. )

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

closed RP: Simon Tam and Stephen Maturin

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( got bitten fingernails and a head full of the past/ and everybody's gone at last/ a sweet sweet smile that's fading fast/ cause everybody's gone at last/ and you don't get upset about it/ no not anymore )