Application for Martine Desroubins - Otherland by Tad Williams

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((There are spoilers for the books behind the cut.))


( Code Delphi. Start here. )

( The actual application )

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

((Feel free to poke her about her narration, which she's subvocalized, if you are ICly psychically inclined.))

((Edited to aid people in skimming.))

Owl Post. Riiiight.

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Sam was holding his Christmas present and sort of grinning, amused, thinking that maybe he should take a page from Dean's book and do something other than study and brood. Clutching a very simple note, he made his way from Gryffindor tower to the Owlery (which was sort of dumb, given he could just walk it over to Ravenclaw with that sort of effort, but it was the principle of the thing, now) and sent it off.


( Owl to Rory Gilmore )

....aaand as he watched the owl fly away back toward the castle, he felt like a total dumbass.

Closed RP, Simon's office, Simon and Chance

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By hook or by crook, he would get his sleep.

He stuck a bit of paper to his door -- The Doctor is out, please leave a message -- attached a quill to it, and shut the door firmly. He still refused to lock the door on principle. One never knew when someone would need medical care; thus, you never locked anything with medical supplies in it.

He turned down the lamps, even banked the fire to a dull glow, and stretched out on the couch again. He may dream, but at least most people wouldn't come in to pester him.

It was, perhaps, slightly more befitting that this time he was dreaming about Chance in a professorial costume, one part the robes of Hogwarts and one part the labcoats of home. But, well. He was pretty sure no professor he'd ever known had worn a top like that. Mmm.

Owl to Michael (after some SERIOUS prodding by her inner angel)

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( Rather neatly warded owl to Michael. If anyone else tries to read it, they will be unable to see the words and go around for the rest of the day thinking they are perhaps drinking too much. )

Funny how she's sending all these owls recently but none to the person she actually needs to talk to the most.

Closed RP, Ed and Susan

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( In the Ravenclaw Common Room... )

Ravenclaw Prefect Hours: Making Good on Campaign Promises (open rp)

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Elizabeth transferred the contents of a tea tray onto a table in the middle of the common room. She had promised to hold an afternoon tea one Friday a month, and she was very happy to be able to do so.

As Elizabeth set a freshly brewed pot of tea on the table, a bunch of eager-to-please house elves placed several platters of pastries, small cakes, bread and butter, and, Lizzy's particular favorite, freshly baked scones with jam and clotted cream. Several other house elves set porcelain cups and saucers around the table.

"I thank you," Lizzy said with a smile. "I shall call upon you again once I am finished." The house elves nodded and bowed, leaving Elizabeth to avoid the temptation of the scones with nothing more interesting than needlework. However, with her sister Jane's example in mind, Lizzy attempted to practice fortitude in the face of freshly baked scones and a lack of company, and instead turn her mind back onto her embroidery.

Catfight! (Closed RP: Bombalurina, Sirius, and Lily)

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The entrance to the Hufflepuff Common Room opened, and from it emerged a rather mussed-looking Sirius holding the hand of a very sexy redhead.

No, not Lily.

Bombalurina.

It was evident in the big, relaxed grin on his face: Sirius was happy in that unique sort of way which occurs only after a bloke has had an amazing shag with a devastatingly gorgeous woman. And if his smile and loose, casual gait didn't give it away, the state of his overall appearance did. His clothes were slightly wrinkled, as they had landed wherever they were thrown and remained there, unfolded, until he had got up from where he and Bomba had been curled nakedly around each other. His hair, while not usually very neat or precisely groomed, was messier than usual, undoubtedly from the activities he and Bomba had been engaged in. He had run his fingers through it a few times before leaving Bomba's room, but he couldn't really be arsed to bother with it after that; he was too busy basking in the afterglow of mindblowing sex, as well as concerning himself with the dull, hungry ache that was beginning to take over his stomach. And his posture - especially the way he was walking side by side with Bomba, his shoulders slack and his hand curled around hers - gave every indication that this was a man who had just had sex and was feeling great.