Application: May "Mayday" Parker (Marvel Comics, Spider-Girl)

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

((For those who read Spider-Girl, this is Mayday shortly after issue #100, but well before Amazing Spider-Girl #1. She hasn't necessarily gotten into the idea of hanging up the webs yet, but she's already had her near-death experience. Even though they're from alternate timelines, I've gotten Eddie Brock-mun's permission to app as Mayday.))

The door to the Sorting Room is kicked open, and a teenage girl slowly makes her way in, carrying a ridiculous stack of items in her arms. There's at least a dozen textbooks and research books, a couple notebooks, two boxes of cookies, and, balanced precariously on top, a plate of nachos.

"Okay, guys, settle down, I've got--" She stops suddenly, and peers around the stack, taking in her surroundings with shock. It's obvious she didn't mean to come here.

She whirls as the door slams shut behind her, and the plate of nachos slides off of the stack. In one fluid move, she shifts the stack to her left hand, spins, crouches and catches the plate neatly before it hits the floor in her right hand, balancing everything else with her left.

Recovering, she straightens up, carefully setting the stack down and then placing the nachos on top of it. "Courtney? Davida? Jimmy, if this is one of your practical jokes, you're going to be wearing the nachos!" No one replies.

She looks around again, her expression thoughtful as if she's expecting to see or hear or feel something. When nothing sets off her spider-sense she fails to pick up whatever she's looking for, she shakes it off and finally notices the application form.

( It's a Spider-Girl world, but I think I need a better catchphrase. )

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

Duck to Wood

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

(Mr. Quackers delivers. Note is heavily warded and charmed to sing raunchy versions of Quidditch fight songs to anyone else. Will burst into flames if Sirius Black comes near.)

( Duck to Oliver )

Dead Girls Club: Meeting #2

[must_be_bunnies]

Anya looked around the room, checking one more time to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything.

The house-elves had set up a delicious brunch buffet. The room now had several small cafe tables and chairs, so people could sit down to eat. There were also several groups of chairs for conversation. The password had been set. Everything was ready.

Now all they needed were the people!

Closed RP: Really quite literal cattiness

[cockneycat.livejournal.com]

( Who's she looking goofy in a Gucci dress what's that/I really gotta know/Which bone in her body should I break first/which one, the bimbo's gotta go. )

Open RP: House and his whiteboard of symptoms in the Library

[canes-can-kill.livejournal.com]

( 'King or cripple what have I become?/Beneath these kingly robes there lies a fragile man/What made me a king can sometimes cripple.' )