Semi-closed RP: Gillian wakes up

[gillians-fury.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to this fiasco. If you're in the hospital wing, feel free to jump in.))

( I don't know what's real and what's not/ always confusing the thoughts in my head/ so I can't trust myself anymore )

((Ok'd by Chance-mun, Carrie-mun and Galadriel-mun))

OOC: meme: SOCKPUPPET CHALLENGE.

[damnfinecupof.livejournal.com]

From the deranged minds of the IRC channel (irc.esper.net #hogwarts_hocus, for those of you who've not yet been sucked into the madness) comes a new time-devourer.

Many of us have rather ... diverse ... character rosters. Here's the idea:

If you're up for participating, post your character list in a comment to this post. Someone will request a sockpuppet RP between two of those characters. Then, you have to write it. Those of you who are truly hardcore will do this as a post to the comm which will be HH canon. The rest will probably do it in character journals and then link in comments to the requests here. Or something. Whatever. <3

A search for the truth, or underpants gnomes, or whatever...

[sacredharpie.livejournal.com]

( She's cold and she's cruel, but she knows what she's doing/Knows just what to say so my whole day is ruined )

For the Whales!

[daxtastic.livejournal.com]

((Open RP in the Great Hall. Backdated to Chance and Dax's Meetup at Ravenclaw.

It had been a rather pleasant evening for Dax and Chance. They met at the Ravenclaw bar, had some thinly veiled girl-talk, and generally enjoyed one another’s company.

That was until they had a drink of the purple stuff. Now, the formerly hygienic, productive scientists were sitting on the floor of the great hall, with hastily decorated posters tacked up behind them that read:

"AURA CLEANSING THING. GREENPEACE THING. FOR THE WHALES."

"BROWNIES. FIVE DOLLARS. FOR THE WHALES."

Dax was strumming some godforsaken protest song, on a lute. This was quite odd, as Dax had never seen a lute before in her life. But there she was- in dreadlocks and vegan shoes, strumming a lute. Chance was in no better condition.

Dax stopped playing for a moment, picked up one of the stolen mineral samples mystic crystals lying on the ground, and stared at it as best she could. The spell seemed to be affecting the more cognitive portions of the Trill's brain. Stoned!

"So, if they, like, sign up for Greenpeace, does that cleanse their aura? Or is that what the crystals are for? ‘Cause the crystals are mystic...and auras are mystic...and that’s totally mystical. Like the whales."