OOC: Time for a new contact post! (announcement)

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The comm has grown well beyond the capacity of our former contact post. There are various reasons why it's not working. For one, there are just too many players and characters for us to expect new people to read through the pages of their individual comments with contact info, some of those comments nested into other comments so that ctrl+F won't cut it. For another, some characters have changed hands. We've been kicking around ideas on how best to keep up contact info, all the more important since we require new or unpopcorned characters' players to contact the players of characters who share significant canon interaction.

So we're setting up a new contact post. As before, it's friends-locked to the community. Comment to it with your contact info as before:

• character name
  
• character LJ username
  
• your e-mail address (this should be an address you check often, since it's the one that other players will be using if they want to apply as a character from your character's canon, and if you don't reply within three days, their obligation is considered met)
  
• optional: chat usernames or info (e.g., MSN username, AIM username, the nickname you use in Hogwarts Hocus IRC)
  

So far, same as before. Here's where we diverge: The mods will maintain a list within the body of the post, similar to our character roster, but organised by alphabetical order rather than by house affiliation. The list will give the character name and the player's e-mail address. The character name will be linked to your comment giving your other contact information.

Please comment to the post now, and remember to comment again when you apply a new character or when you unpopcorn or reactivate a character. We will be changing links in the sidebar and elsewhere to reflect the changed location of the contact post, and Prima will be maintaining the new contact post regularly, so all questions should be directed to her.

Thanks for helping us in our efforts to keep things a bit less chaotic around here -- OOCly, that is!

Open RP: The Unpopping of Bernard L. Black

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The first thought Bernard Black was aware of when he suddenly popped into being in the Popcorn Room was that he hadn't had a cigarette in a very long time. The mechanics of popcorning were uncertain, but Bernard was certain of one thing; he hadn't had wine in a very long time, either. He wasn't sure how long it took to sober up after constantly having alcohol in your bloodstream for years, but he was willing to bet it wasn't a nice process. Full of... soberness.

Wait - where were his cigarettes? Bernard patted frantically at his jacket pockets until he found a battered pack of Marlboros, quickly withdrawing one, lighting it and taking a deep drag in one practiced action. A keen eye would discern that he looked like he constantly slept in his clothes (and no, that wasn't due to being popcorn), and had likely not brushed his hair in the last few years, if ever.

"Manny! Where's my wine, you bearded twonk?" He hollered in a very Irish accent, waving his arms wildly in a manner that would only make sense to him. "Why was I in a room full of popcorn? Why is this hallway so clean? And why do I smell like butter?"

Ravenclaw! He'd be able to get wine there. But Jesus christ, there were probably midget children and loathsome students running amok in there!

Room of Requirement , Open RP

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Jadzia Dax was used to a few creature comforts in life- working tricorders, holo-suites, and a substantial music collection. While these were all currently out of her grasp, Hogwarts did seem to have a music room lying around. After getting over her fear of moving staircases, Dax discovered that if she thought hard enough about playing piano, said room would appear!

Normally, she’d drop everything and try and figure out the logistics of a room appearing out of nowhere. But it was late at night, the moon was shining, and all she wanted was a little music.

She sat down at the piano bench, closed her eyes, and started playing her favorite yridian compositions, with no regards as to the passage of time.

((Open RP! Feel free come poke Dax.))

Closed RP - Sam and Dean

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Backdated to February 15... which would make it the morning after the party...


Sam had slept like the freakin' dead. Quiet dead, as in, the kind he had no practical experience with.

( The light was slanting in funny, which made Sam think it was probably late morning and he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept as well... )

"She grew absolutely ashamed of herself." (Closed rp for Robin and Lizzy)

[fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to the night of the Valentine's Day Party.))

Elizabeth found some vent for her feelings after her thoroughly uncomfortable conversation with Mr. Darcy in running around the grounds. Though she was wearing a rather shorter and skimpier dress than was her wont, she ran too quickly to feel the cold. She was bewildered, ashamed, mortified even- she could not think on anything but her own lapses of judgment, her own actions and reactions towards Mr. Darcy, the discomfort she must have put the other members of her group through-

She ran until she could run no more and, gasping for breath, clutching at a stitch in her side, collapsed against a tree by the frozen lake. Elizabeth pushed her hair, which had completely fallen out of its pins, out of her face and leaned her face against her forearm. She allowed herself the comfort of a few tears before looking up again.

"How despicably have I acted!" she cried, balling one gloved hand into a fist and hitting the tree to emphasize her horror at her actions.—"I, who have prided myself on my discernment!—I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister Jane, and gratified my vanity, in useless or blameable distrust.—How humiliating is this discovery!—Yet, how just a humiliation!—Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.—Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned."

She pushed a few ringlets of hair out of her eyes, her face wet with tears. Her lack of breath was not solely due to her exertions- she had been sobbing, as well. "Till this moment, I never knew myself," she murmured, thoroughly disappointed with herself. She hugged her sides, not yet conscious of the cold, or the snow, and aware only of her utter mortification, shame, and frustration.

Meow, meow, meow means I love you. Or, quite possibly, I'm going to eat your face.

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((Open RP from here. They're wandering the halls on a mission from God, so feel free to stop and say hello to Lily and Kitty!House.))

Heading up from Slytherin, a tiny kitten in her arms, Lily was walking slowly, dangling a string in front of the cat's paws. The fact that this cat was, in fact, House, transfigured, only made the game all that more amusing.

He was so going to kill her when she changed him back.

Merlin, she hoped she could change him back.

She had a vague plan to find Wilson at some point, and then perhaps owl Sirius for advice on human transfiguration. Turning people into animals had always been easier for her than the reverse. McGonagall would have a fit at her.