Owl to JD & open rp in the hospital wing

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( Owl to JD )

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( A while after the owl was sent )

OCC Hiatus

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I'll be gone until Monday for a weekend-long theology course. Sorry for the inconvenience this may cause! But here are logical excuses for my character's absenses:

Marius Pontmercy is in the library, trying to write poetry.
Christine Daae is in her room, listening to her new Dethklok CD and trying to figure out why no one's sung any ornamental trills up to a high E yet.
Josh/ Jesus is off generally saving the world and taking care of bunnies.
Elizabeth Bennet is on a long, invigorating walk around the grounds.
Sir Percy Blakeney is spending his days in the stables, since that, at least, seems more normal than the school.

Owls, and a brief monologue

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( Owl to River, unwarded )

( Owl to Kaylee, charmed so the top half turns into daisies when she opens it )

( Owl to Chance, with a cursory ward )

( Owl to Stephen, heavily warded to catch on fire if opened by the wrong person )

There. All sent, all done.

He sat back, and he waited.

And waited.

Responses from Stephen and even River, while nice, were expected.

Responses from Kaylee and Chance...

God, Kaylee, he hadn't heard from her in ages. He found himself unable to focus, puttering around his office, staring at the fire or out the window. He missed her, he genuinely did, and it seemed like it had been so very long... he scowled at his reflection in the glass of the window and pulled away. He'd owled her before to no avail... and now this. Silence. He sighed -- he'd tried! And River'd yell at him...

Better to think of other things. Like Chance. Like it or not, patient or not, she was a friend. First one he'd really made here. Sure, Mal was a good guy, and his various colleagues were, well, collegial. He'd even mentally come to a sort of a head with Stephen -- mostly when he burned the pictures he'd recieved.

But Chance, she was the one he missed. The way she could turn an off-hand comment into a whole conversation, her expression when she'd really driven something home, the way she was always thinking, always pushing, always questioning. It was admirable.

No, more than admirable. Impressive. Welcome. Familiar. He smiled as he sank down into the chair she had taken over, running his hands along the arms of it. Truth be told, he missed her more than Kaylee. Hell, he dreamed of her more than Kaylee, and...

... wait. What?

He sat bolt upright and puzzled through that. He missed her more than Kaylee. And it was Chance he'd been dreaming about so inappropriately, Chance who'd taken to the uniform and blown him away, and...

... oh. Oh.

Application for Rachel Morgan; Kim Harrison's Rachel Morgan series

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((For playability reasons, Rachel is being taken from the end of Dead Witch Walking, the first in her series. Just for clarification, the italicized portions are her answers. The rest is just...for your reading pleasure, I suppose. XD))

I walked into the room, the clack of my boots on the stone floor echoing around. Huh. This was...interesting. Wiping my hands nervously on the sides of my leather pants, I tried in vain to smooth back my frizzy curls and called out, "Hello?"

Nothing. Great. Well, this was the magic school place, so even though it looked like a bad scene out of a pre-Turn horror flick, I supposed I might as well get started.

( Everyone around the world/Will find themselves about to fall/In my case I've gotten down, gotten up/Laid back down, filled my cup and had to crawl/But it's clear that it's my time to be here/And I'm gonna make it clear to you all )

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

Open RP: Party in the Ravenclaw Common Room

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Susan didn't do any advertising for the party she'd planned--nobody would understand why, and she didn't feel like explaining. So she just spread munchies, punch bowls, and weird fruit trays around, left out a few cases of butterbeer and firewhiskey, and tacked a sign up over the bar that read,

PARTY (DON'T ASK, JUST DO IT).

Not that the sign was probably necessary; the Ravenclaw room seemed to throw an impromptu bash about once a week. For Susan at least it had a meaning, even if she couldn't share it.

She sat back in an armchair, a glass of firewhiskey in her hand, and waited. Sooner or later, the school's party-radar would trip, and they would come in herds.

Closed RP - Sam and Lily

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Sam had done the thing with the board-- of course no one would be able to see him posting and answering 'cause of the nebulous charm work, which was pretty damn keen. He was honestly looking forward to being able to pull that sort of stuff off on his own.

Still, he was somewhat slinking away, sure someone was going to read a reflection of any of all of what he'd said right on his face or something. He turned a corner in time to catch sight of someone he recognized, but hadn't had a proper conversation with. Ever. Which was hilarious, given Dean's relations-- attachme-- um. They were friends.

Jogging to catch up (and it took two or three whole steps), he called out, "Hey! Lily!"

Open RP- the library

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Rory had camped out in the library to do some studying, As evidenced by the pile of books in front of her. Or... well, under her. She'd fallen asleep there. And unfortunately, the library being quiet as libraries tend to be, she'd stayed asleep for... well. Hours. probably people had seen her there. Possibly made comments. There was a very distinct chance page sixty five of Hogwarts: A History printed on her cheek. Hopefully she wasn't drooling. She certainly wasn't snoring, at least(Again. Libraries, and quiet.)

She did wake up, eventually, and with a start big enough to knock herself out of her chair. Rory wasn't entirely without grace often, but it seems when it came, it came all at once. Blearily, she pushed her seat back up and resumed her place in it. She picked up her book and propped it up a little, attempting to use it as a sort of a shield to minimize the chance that she might be recognized. Though she was aware it was a pretty poor disguise. Still. the less she was labeled by the incident, the better. Especially if she had, in fact, been drooling.