Closed RP - Tyrion and Sansa

[ugly-imp.livejournal.com]

((Takes place after this thread. Might be spoilery.))
( Couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore. You can hear the ocean roar )

Duck to Remus

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

(Mr. Quackers delivers. Note heavily warded and hexed to turn anyone else's fingers into sausages.)

( Duck to Remus )

Not Lancel, Nor Kettleblack. Oh dear gods. Moonboy?

[jaime-lackhand.livejournal.com]

Jaime had been in his room when the harpy his sister had begun screechingyelling. The fact that she was in the Slytherin dungeons didn't bother him for a moment. Then his brain started working amidst the fog. The cookies, Cersei, the Dungeons. What in hell is going on?

He stood and strode through the door, like a giant (a giant of lannister, perhaps), following the cries, until he came across her exiting a room. ( Her breasts were practically on display through a hastily donned robe, her hair mussed, )

Samwell Tarley: A Song of Ice and Fire

[sam-the-slayer.livejournal.com]

The door to the sorting room opened and the newest applicant stumbled through it. The noticeable thing about him was that he was young, fairly heavyset, and carrying an obsydian dagger in his belt. He also really, really, really didn't look like this was his idea of fun.

He looked around the sorting room wildly, and then let out a little shriek that was definitely not manly when the first question came thundering at him, from nowhere and everywhere.
( May be spoilery. Will definitely be emo. You have been warned. )

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

((I let all the ASOIAF muns know I was doing this. No one screamed and threw a fit.))

Open RP

[starkwhitesnow.livejournal.com]

He didn't know when he'd be able to get home again, but he did know -- he was absolutely certain -- that he'd find a way. That meant that every instinct and skill that he'd honed needed to stay as razor sharp as ever. That meant not just his ability to fight, but his ability to stand the cold.

So he'd stripped down to shirtsleeves and headed out to the courtyard to put himself through paces, stretching, working with his weapon and a rather unfortunate tree.

Ghost lay nearby, yawning and occasionally getting up to investigate an animal scent; he'd flushed out half a dozen birds already and was looking content to keep two feet in a snowbank and the others on the path while Jon worked.

Jon spun and stopped just sort of taking out a large section of the tree in front of him; the weapon nearly hummed as he spun on the return and neatly thrust in the narrow space left between two bushes.

Open RP - The return of the oncologist!

[jewboy-wonder.livejournal.com]

((Mmmkay, talked to all the muns, talked to the mods, and away the cancer mobile goes!))



"What the... hell...?"

Wilson took one step off of the platform he'd been standing on, face contorted with confusion. First off, his tie was strangling him. No, really - enough to cause possible brain damage. Egads. He slipped two fingers under his collar, tugging it loose and glancing around. He... he vaguely remembered coming to this school, but... What the hell was going on? Where was he? ...Why was he in a room filled with giant snack food?

He padded across the room, eyes scouring the enormous pieces of popcorn, many as tall or taller than him, and headed for the door. Yes, door. Find somebody, someone, to possibly... tell him what the hell was going on? That was the first step. He entered the hallway, gaze moving one direction and back. Crap. Empty.

"Hello?"

Warded owl to Jack

[gets-inside-you.livejournal.com]

(Usual SPOILARZ warning, especially for the latest epi of TW.)

( Owl to Jack )

opiate of the masses

[mr-vera.livejournal.com]

Jayne had figured out pretty quickly that there wasn't much market for smuggling or shootin' stuff around these parts. But a man had to make a living somehow, and he figured Shepherd Book had a pretty cushy job. So with that in mind, he'd sent a letter off to someplace called The Universal Life Church and gotten himself ordained as a minister. It didn't take any money, and the fact that the return letter began "Dear Ms. Cobb" didn't bother him none. (Well, maybe a little bit.)

Now that he was officially a man of God, he decided to advertise his services.

( Fliers posted around the school )

Once the house elves had helped him put up all the fliers, Jayne confidently awaited the influx of customers which would no doubt start pouring in any minute now.