Closed RP: Osaka visits Kagura

[misskagura.livejournal.com]

Kagura had been sleeping all morning. She soon was roused from her slumber. Groggily, she looked around the room. There was then a few knocks at her door. Kagura threw her covers off and walked towards the door, wearing a tank top and boxers only. She yawned as she grabbed the doorknob, opening the door.

Open RP: Who, Me?

[carri3-whit3.livejournal.com]

Carrie found the flier in the Hufflepuff common room on her way to breakfast. Once the shock subsided, she grabbed parchment and quill and copied the information to study over coffee. Lots and lots of coffee, this was going to take.

Candidates for Hufflepuff prefect....Jeeves, Quaxo, Toki - Carrie.

She read and reread her scribbled notes until her vision blurred. Prefect?! When did this happen? How did this happen? Why would anyone put her up for such a thing? The only time she'd ever nominated for anything, much less elected, the honor came with a punch line at the end... Then again, there was always the chance someone meant it as a compliment - wasn't there?

Although she wasn't really aware of it, the table and all the objects on it began to tremble ever so slightly.

((Feel free to come poke her. I'll be in and out today, but I'll be checking in as often as I can!))

official posting of prefect candidate list!

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Kojiro has pondered the list of students long and hard. (Long and hard may as well be Kojiro's middle name.) At the end of his pondering, in the fullness of time, he carefully writes out a final list of prefect candidates. He has previous communications from the Hat regarding the last elections to use as a model, fortunately. Otherwise the entire notice would likely consist only of students' names and a gratuitous sprinkling of "lol" and "o.O".

Dictaquills copy the list, and house-elves post it in every common room.

(( OOC: It seems some players have jumped the gun with the prefect list based on Kojiro's solo non-RP, which was intended as a heads-up only, and had no provision for characters to know what Kojiro was recording. As stated OOCly in that post, Kojiro's records were incomplete at that time -- we'd given muns till 9 pm that night to post nominations, so that list is incomplete! The fliers described in the present post represent the official IC distribution of the list. There will be no other form of communication from Kojiro, the Hat, or the Headmistress on the subject of the candidate list, neither before nor after the posting of these fliers. If your character ICly would protest their exclusion since they cannot of course know the OOC rules/reasoning that you as a mun do know, that's understandable! Just know that there will be no reply, even if you send a Howler. ;) ))

( hear ye, hear ye )

Owl to Dean.

[redballerina.livejournal.com]

On a cloudy January afternoon, about three weeks after some events had taken place, a small and rather traumatized owl came flying with something for a certain Dean Winchester. It was a candy cane, unwrapped, with a small note attached to it. The note contained only seven words, written in a flowing, elegant style.

( The Note. )

There was no name. The sender of this anonymous gift certainly hoped he knew who she was, and that he'd act on it. The door to the Huffllepuff common room had been intentionally left open.

Semi-Open RP: House Returns From His 'Vacation'

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((OOC: Back from my holiday! Open for anybody in the Slytherin dorms, or anybody who wants to slip in, really.))

( Evidently, a month in Cairo doesn't do wonders for ones disposition. Unless one just spent that month telling everybody in the vicinity that, medically, they're morons. )

Closed RP: Fraser's return

[themountie.livejournal.com]

After an interesting incident in the Sorting Room, Fraser and Dief made their way back to their room. Fraser was feeling a little disoriented after his encounter with the Kowalski-look-a-like, and he had to admit that he was slightly apprehensive about what Ray would be like after their weekend apart; not to mention what his room must look like after letting Ray at it for three days. Overall, though, his trip had been a resounding success, and he was feeling generally good-willed and happy. Camping had been peaceful, the weather had been clear and balmy (though what was 'balmy' to Fraser was 'freezing' for most), and Jon Snow and his wolf had made marvellous companions.

The only problem was that it had been three days and he was still nowhere close to figuring out what was going on between him and Ray. He might have been slightly hoping that the problem would have magically resolved itself. Certainly, he didn't feel angry anymore -- actually, he was in a very good mood -- so... surely, that was good enough!

Holding the door open for Diefenbaker, he glanced inside the room and immediately his good mood increased tenfold. He had been expecting the worst, but apparently, Ray had actually cleaned! It was an excellent sign. "Ray?" he called brightly. "We're back."

application: Hera, Principia Discordia

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Hera usually made a grand entrance. She didn't have a whole lot else to do with her powers these days, and she didn't want to let them get rusty. But sometimes sacrifices have to be made in order to be sneaky. flowers, music and bright light is pretty, absolutely, but subtle it is not. And right now, Hera was going for subtle. Sort of.

So, ne minute there was no Hera, and the next there was. A dark, statuesque woman. undeniably regal, and absolutely livid, with her arms folded across her stomach, and her foot tapping impatiently on the ground. ( If Zeus thinks he's getting a vacation from her, he's got another thing coming. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____H______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____H_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ______H_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____I wouldn't be surprised. Mortals these days. They'll worship anything.- H_________"

((Zeus-mun and Eris-mun love me, and told me I could.))

Kenny McCormick, South Park

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((Got the go ahead from Tweek-mun, so s'all good.))

A little boy in an orange parka walks into the room and jumps up to set his application down on the table. The words are badly scrawled across the page and there are drawings of girls with impossibly large boobs along the side.

( Kenny's Application )

ETA: I'll be providing translations for most of what Kenny says, but you can choose whether your character understands him or not.