Valentine's Non-Date: Sirius and Lily (Closed RP)

[toujours-sirius.livejournal.com]

( It's so clear now that you are all that I have / I have no fear 'cause you are all that I have / There is a darkness deep in you / A frightening magic I cling to / Give me a chance to hold on )

"It's your grief councelors, we've come to... hug!" ; Closed RP

[jewboy-wonder.livejournal.com]

( Your halo's slipping down / To choke you now )

Owl to Neal

[whitesheep-dw.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Nealan of Queenscove, book attached, warded so that if anyone else tries to take the book it will take a chunk out of their hand )

Owl to Stephen Maturin, unwarded in its haste

[igotahamster.livejournal.com]

Stephen:

Results of testing your calming draft solution alpha are as follows: there is still a distinct tendency to make the patient fall asleep. Additional results: the effects take place several hours after the patient takes the dose -- almost three hours to the minute, to be precise.

I can be so precise because my unfortunately sleepy behaviour interrupted my date with Dr. Silvey. She apparently assisted me back to my office and joined me in sleeping on the couch.

She is still asleep on the couch and I am currently debating next steps.

I seem to be incapable of taking any woman on a first date without some type of unconsciousness ensuing.

Simon

Doctor Zoidberg, Futurama

[whoopwhoowhoop.livejournal.com]

*Eyes the paper*

"What’s this? A meal for Zoidberg?" *gobbles up the paper*

*Picks up the pen*

"And an after dinner-mint? How fancy!" *Munches on the pen-mint*

( Faaaabulous! )

Owls

[dot-is-cross-hs.livejournal.com]

( To Professor Ford, Muggle Studies )

( To Dax, Ian Malcolm, Martine Desroubins, Professor Homsar, and The Doctor )

open RP: Valentine's Day Party -- Everybody To The Limit!

[sbisawesome.livejournal.com]

Strong Bad had been at a loss for a party theme. He wracked his brains. He asked himself the classic WWSCD (What Would Senor Cardgage Do?). No matter how he strained, he couldn't think of anything great enough to top the Entrapment All Up On the Moon dance he'd crashed back in Free Country, USA. Then, one afternoon, musing on this problem and trying to steal a box of Atari games from the Muggle Studies classroom at the same time, he dropped the box of games on his foot and swore "FHQWHGADS!"

And that was his Eureka moment. Of course! Fhqwhgads was the answer! Fhqwhgads was actually at Hogwarts -- Strong Bad had seen him! -- and if anything could lure fhqwhgads out of hiding, it would be a party with all his favorite trimmings. Plus, that would take care of the pesky party-theming problem. Congratulating himself, Strong Bad went to discuss his requirements with the house elves.

Meanwhile, his co-host, Tyrion Lannister, had been hard at work trying to procure a flock of Hooters girls to serve and entertain at the party. Unfortunately, no one in Hogsmeade seemed to have heard of Hooters. When Tyrion inquired about alternative arrangements to hire girls, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks passed him a binder full of pictures of lovelorn hags. A wizarding dating service? At any rate, no live entertainment was forthcoming, thus far.

In the end, the party bore very little of the Lannister stamp. Anyone arriving at the Great Hall would find the door flanked by portraits of persons likely unknown in the wizarding community. If asked, Strong Bad would only explain them as "my friend Joe" and "my friend Jake." Addressing one of these portraits would get you into the hall, no matter what you said to them. It would also cause wiffleballs to appear in front of their mouths.

Inside the hall, more wiffleballs were the order of the day. There were giant disco lights in the shape of wiffleballs, with lights beaming from the wiffleball holes. There were nets suspended from the walls in which gaggles of wiffleballs were cradled. Should one of those nets break, the results might not be pretty.

By the door was a flashy cardboard robot and a bin of T-shirts reading "To The Limit", for this was the party's theme. A large banner proclaimed:

EVERYBODY TO THE LIMIT!

Strong Bad's party would definitely be to the limit. Even more so since he'd rented a karaoke machine, and a couple of interesting dry ice machines from what he took to be the local equivalent of Bubs's but was in fact a joke shop. One of the dry ice machines was pumping out a vaporised truth potion; the other, a vaporised love potion. Fortunately, they weren't very high-quality or large machines, and the mist generated by each was limited to a small area around the machine. However, anyone straying into the vicinity of either machine would find themselves acting a bit peculiar ...

Satisfied with his handiwork, or rather that of the house-elves working under his direction, Strong Bad sat back with some of the fine liquor Tyrion had furnished for the party, and waited for his fellow students to arrive.

Owl to Simkin

[robinthepuck.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Simkin )

Owl to Simkin

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Simkin, warded to turn into a piece of unfinished embroidery for anyone else )

((ooc; Back-dated to before the party))

Girl's Night!.... Or... Er... Afternoon?

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to shortly after Gillian was sorted as well as after the Dean incident))
((Semi-Open. If you have business to be there and feel the need to intercede, I suppose you could))

( Owl to Gillian, unwarded )

Faith had taken a strange liking to the girl and it was the perfect thing to clear her head. So she'd sent the owl. Kid. Kid. It was an affectionate nickname, like her calling Ginny "Red". She nicknamed everyone. ANd hey, people had earned worse. So it was all good... right?

Faith sighed as she walked out to the grounds, wrapping herself up in a tight leather jacket to ward off teh cold. She leaned up against a tree and looked out across the water. She could only look at it for a few seconds before looking away, however. It was pretty. She didn't feel like looking at pretty things. She felt too dark on the inside.

She reached into her coat and pulled the knife out of her belt. The knife her boss had given her. Her knife. It was beautiful and deadly, the twisting metal sharp enough to draw blood with barely an pressure. Twisted. Deadly. Sharp. Destroyed anything it touched. Just like her...

OPEN (please Faith needs to meet more people, limited doesn't begin to describe her social circle)

[fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to the day BEFORE Valentine's Day, because RL just decided to chill out now instead of yesterday. Feel free to interrupt. Faith won't stab you, I promise.))

Valentine's Day?

Thud.

Valentine's Day.

Snap.

Valentine's Day!

Faith's hair fell into her face and there was an angry smile on her face... but anyone that either knew her or was perceptive enough could see the tears in her eyes. She slashed and spun with her knife, cutting angry hunks out of the unlucky tree that had drawn her attentione. Her knife was growing sticky with sap and she didn't care.

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. The day of lovers and sweetness and cookie-faces and all of that bullshit. And Faith was not in a mood. She wanted to keep attacking this poor tree until all of her humanity was hacked away along with the wood. She couldn't handle the turmoil in her mind. She couldn't handle her conflicting emotions or the fire inside of her. She was supposed to be reformed. She was, wasn't she? She was all better. No more bad. So why... Why had she...

With a scream more animal than human, Faith slammed her knife into the tree. Hard. With all of her slayer strength even. The sharpened blade slid into the wood easily all the way up to the hilt... and stuck there. Tears were now bubbling up more noticibly in her eyes but she just blinked to drop them down. She sword loudly and set to work getting her knife out.

Fucking Valentine's Day.

Trying to Break Through (Closed RP for Lily and Dean)

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to about an hour after this on the Secrets Board.))

( And dreaming doesn't do no good/Cause I don't wanna lie/That I'm okay and I'm alright/I'd rather take it and forget it/Consider this a warning/Cause I'll start another fight/And you'll say its all alright )

Shaun, Shaun of the Dead

[redonme.livejournal.com]

( Dogs CAN look up )

Owl to Daniel

[dr-fraiser.livejournal.com]

( The owl is hauling a wrapped basket. )

Amy Wong, Futurama

[kappakappawong.livejournal.com]

Suddenly, there was a puff of smoke, and a young Asian woman, dressed in a pink sweatsuit appeared in the room, grumbling to herself.

"Why did they send me to go find Dr. Zoidberg?" She knew why. Because she didn't seem to dislike him as much as everyone else did, though she wasn't exactly sure why that was.

But, something wasn't right. This wasn't Planet Express, not at all. She swore under her breath in Cantonese as she picked up the application and started filling it out.

( Spluh? )