The Polymorph, Red Dwarf

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((The polymorph steals emotions (spoilers in link), though given the situation it's not as strong as it is normally so effects are hit and miss and not as long as they should be. Just say ooc what the polymorph should turn into to get the appropriate response and then the effect and how long it actually lasts are completely up to the mun :) Enjoy!))

A basket ball bounces in, but it wasn't really a basket ball at all, it was a seemingly small genetically engineered chamelionic lifeform. No thanks!

( Made a change from being in space... )

Closed RP - Sam and Dean

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Backdated to the Valentine's Day party...

Sam had promised he'd go to the party, sure, so he went. Then he stood around and realized he was totally not in a mood to mingle, all while avoiding the snacks. (He'd eaten a big meal to avoid the temptation. No freakin' clue what someone'd take it into their head to do to the food, right?)

Ugh. And that fog machine was obnoxious. It seemed like no matter where he stood the stuff was hitting him in the face. So, he offered up a wave to the redhead that insisted he should come, and slipped out as quickly as he could. He had to go get his crap together for the trip down to Hogsmeade anyway... and hell. Maybe that was part of his malfunction. Either him and Dean would find out they really were dead or would end up on the hunt he'd promised. Or maybe they'd come up with a lot of nothing; who the hell knew?

Heh. Maybe that should be 'who the bloody hell knew'. He liked that word as a modifier, 'bloody'. Seemed damn appropriate for what they did. Gay as hell for sure, but appropriate.

At any rate, Sam ended up back in the Gryffindor Common room before he knew it, deep in thought and not paying much attention to where he was going, his feet on a path he knew well by now.

Crazy on the Roof

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((Backdated to the 13th))

( Mental wounds not healing/Driving me insane/I'm going off the rails on a crazy train )

((Anyone who feels like finding an unconscious schizo Warrior Babe, have fun XD))

::Open RP - Nny minus Anger::

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The encounter with the Polymorph had left Nny feeling strangely placid. A nice feeling, and one he was interested in exploring. A quick search of the Ravenclaw common room turned up a stray joint, forgotten by one of his housemates... that was another way to relax, yes? Lighting it up, he wandered the halls randomly.

Open RP: Happy Chinese New Year - Year of the Boar

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((Open for Ravenclaws...or anyone else who can find a way into the Ravenclaw Common Room. The door's probably propped open again.))


Sanzo found some sake at the bar and glanced around the Common Room. Hakkai had decided that even though they weren't in China, there was no reason not to celebrate the Chinese New Year. He'd asked Sanzo to meet him in the Common Room, but hadn't said anything about what he was planning.

Sanzo had managed to find a red shirt to wear as his one concession to the "holiday spirit". He looked around for Gojyo, assuming Hakkai would have told him to show up as well.


((Feel free to come over if you'd like to celebrate the Chinese New Year.))

So, a Witch, a Wolf, and a Ghost!Mountie walk into the Great Hall...

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(Closed RP for Lily, Ghost!Bob, and Diefenbaker. Takes place right after this.))

Walking along, seemingly addressing the empty air to her left (where she assumed Bob Fraser to be located; though, since she could only hear him, it was anyone's guess), Lily's hand occasionally ran along the fur of the wolf walking by her side in a comforting gesture. Having been kicked out of Fraser's room whilst the Mountie and his partner, er, had 'alone time', Dief was now regulated to Lily's care for a bit. And Bob had graciously agreed to join her for tea. So now the three of them were heading down to the Great Hall in search of said beverage and, perhaps, a good place to talk.

"So, sir," Lily said as they entered the hall and she found a seat in a far corner, "what made you first decide to enter the RCMP?" Honestly, she found the entire idea of having a career for that long, of passing said career down to your son, to be a fascinating one. "Was your dad part of it?"