Owls to many people

[gusty-pony.livejournal.com]

Packages carrying cupcakes, brownies and cookies are sent to the following people:

Sarah, Christine, Morfin, Miss Swan, Gabrielle, JD, Vicky and of course the Hat.

Yes she's sent them to anyone who told her their name.

'Love Gusty.'

Is attached to each.

Thomas Raith (Dresden Files)

[whitethomas.livejournal.com]

A supernaturally good-looking man appears in the Sorting room, clearly dressed for some kind of club. He looks around for a few moments, shaking his head as if to clear it, then looks around again. As soon as he finds the application form, he takes a seat to fill it out.

( The hell? What kind of application is this? )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____TR_____
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____TR_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch assuming I'm wearing any at the time. ____TR_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____ooooh, marmalade______"

((The other Dresden Files muns have sanctioned this action!))

The return of Jo March - open RP

[march-theater.livejournal.com]

The late evening sunlight was surprisingly bright as Jo March opened a closet door and stepped out into the halls of Hogwarts. What she had been doing in the closet in the first place, or, for that matter, where she even was, was one of those great mysteries. It seemed she really ought to remember, but she simply didn't.

She did know that she was starving, for it seemed as if she'd had no food for almost a year. Fortunately, the smell of cooking drew her to the Great Hall, where she found a place to sit, and where food seemed to miraculously appear in front of her.

Not being a terribly dainty eater like her sister Meg, Jo dug in heartily, frowning in deep thought as she tried to remember how she came to be in this place, or even where she was.

((I'm playing Jo just prior to the end of part 1 of Little Women. Figured Jo as a free and easy teenager would be more fun than a grown-up, responsible Jo.))

Open rp- Christine plays on

[every-daae.livejournal.com]

Christine had quickly realized that it is much more difficult to teach yourself how to play the piano than it first appears to be. She had received rudimentary piano lessons at the Conservatoire, but singing opera professionally had given her neither the opportunity nor the desire to hone her skills on the piano.

She methodically plucked her way through "Hot Crossed Buns" and a very simplified version of "Greensleeves", then, pleased with her success, opened an opera score and propped it on the piano.

Her face fell when she looked at the piano part.  Oh dear. Who knew orchestrations were so horribly complicated to play? To reassure herself that she did, in fact, have some sort of talent with music, she began to sing the melody of the piece. Once Christine had regained her confidence, she held out a note and began trying to work out the chord underneath.

This took an embarrassingly long time, and one of the notes on the left hand stave still wasn't right.

"Oh dear," she sang, on the note, before giving up and trying to play each note down from middle C in a somewhat fool-hardy attempt to find the correct chord.

((ooc: Come bother Christine!))