One-shot of Gonzo! More later!

[blue-weirdo.livejournal.com]

((Gonzo discovers floo powder! Hufflepuff to Diagon Alley.
Next up, Gonzo discovers Weasley's Wizard Wheezes! Be sure to duck!!!))



The furry blue alien weirdo thingy was pacing back and forth, back and forth, in the Hufflepuff common room, frustrated. Gonzo had been here almost a MONTH, and had YET to get a wand, or start studying.

He had been sorted.

He had gone to a party, and met some nice girls.

He had met a GORGEOUS woman named Camilla, and proposed marriage, and was summarily turned down, presumably, he thought, due to his then-state of unconsciousness rather than for his lack of, um, suaveness.

But he had NOT gotten a wand.

Frustrated, he threw his arms out, and his head back, and yelled, “Can’t I just get a little service here?!?”

Instantly, a house elf popped into view. “Sir?” it said, rather unsure of the appropriate designation for ( such a unique student as this. )

Transfiguration Office Hours, Open RP

[tartan-pussy.livejournal.com]

The door to Minerva McGonagall's office was open and there was a sign tacked to the front of it that read:

Office Hours for Transfiguraton are today. All students are welcome to meet with Professor McGonagall regarding any questions or concerns they might have about Transfiguration

Of course, McGonagall herself was seated at the desk in the office awaiting any students that might wander by.

A First Date (Closed RP for Sirius and Lily)

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

( Just like a star across my sky,/Just like an angel off the page,/You have appeared to my life,/Feel like I'll never be the same,/Just like a song in my heart,/Just like oil on my hands,/Honored to love you,/Still i wonder why it is,/I don't argue like this/With anyone but you,/You do it all the time,/Blowing out my mind,/You've got this look i can't describe,/You make me feel I'm alive,/When everything else is au fait,/Without a doubt you're on my side,/Heaven has been away too long )

((ETA: Now rated 'R' for almost-but-not-quite smut. And thus begins the ice-chewing.))

Poster in Hufflepuff, and letters

[secondfastest.livejournal.com]

Toki can't help but feel like he's forgotten about something. It doesn't involve Dethklok, at least not that he can remember. He doesn't think it involves Rockso the koala or Dammit the ex-yard wolf (the freaking wolf refused to answer to Fenris anymore, so Toki had taken the hint and stopped calling him that). And then it hits him: not one, but three things.

( A poster that appears in Hufflepuff shortly after this, nailed to the wall and with something resembling blood or pasta sauce around the nail. )

( Dammit the Yardwolf to Franky, with a letter torn and smeared with drool in his mouth. )

( Rockso the Koala to Cersei. )

Closed RP: Nny and Devi go flying

[immunityordeath.livejournal.com]

Having still not quite recovered from what was quite possibly the most bizarre proposal ever, Devi had agreed to meet Nny and go flying. She was oscillating between "SQUEE" and "OMGOMG IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING OMG", and could hardly fumble her boots and coat on. In either state she was grinning like an idiot, digging up scarf and gloves and hat and hurrying/stumbling down the hallway.

It was freezing outside, snowy and icy, and her breath rose in frosty clouds as she made for the Quidditch pitch. She had to see Nny in person, to make it sink in that yes, this was indeed happening (and yes, they really had made fools out of themselves where the whole school could hear them).

Open RP in the Corridors

[ex-darklydev471.livejournal.com]

The moon was different here. A slither, high and pale in a sky black and cold as the blade of some ancient ceremonial knife - so unlike the low, fat rascal of tropical Miami nights. Dexter stood by the window, listening to the whispers of that dark twin brother to the leering, loudmouthed lucifer that had called so often to his Backseat Passenger.

Dexter de-fanged? Perhaps for a little while. But the Dark Passenger was calling him, prowling in the shadows of Dexter's hypothetical soul, urging him to strike, strike hard, strike soon. Why not? They were on vacation, weren't they? People let themselves do all sorts of things in different locales, under different moons; things they wouldn't dream of within the earshot of dear old mom and dad, the daily grind, the wife and kids.

And this was hardly the most normal place, after all. Kick back. Relax. Find a few playmates for a game or two under the half-starved moon...

((Come bug Dexter! :D))

Magrat and Squee Sockpuppeting One-shot!

[wethen.livejournal.com]

((I tried doing this mostly from Magrat's POV, because I've been neglecting her horribly, and I need more practice getting used to her voice. Not sure how well it turned out, especially the ending >>; but it was fun to write!))

( D... Dust mite!!! )

Cassie - Skins

[ohwow-cassie.livejournal.com]

( I had tangles in my hair, but you made me feel so pretty )

Detective Lieutenant Provenza: The Closer

[getoffmydesk.livejournal.com]

Detective Lieutenant Provenza suddenly appears in the Sorting Room, just like everyone else does. However, instead of a display of panic, confusion, or concern, he merely blinks twice. He is carrying a load of dirty coffee cups, as if he had been on his way to a kitchen in an office. After taking in his surroundings, he shrugs and ambles over to the table with the application. Provenza sets down the coffee cups and picks up an application.

After reading it through twice, he crumples the sheet of parchment in his hands and takes careful aim. Ready, steady, and he shoots! The parchment bounces off the rim of one of the larger cups. Provenza begins to make his way through the stack, tossing paper balls at his makeshift hoop. Eventually, though, boredom sets in, and he looks over the questions on the application again. Who the hell wrote this? he thinks, but answers them anyway, crumpling up a fresh sheet after each question.

( Get your ass off my desk )

((I have permission from Brenda-mun for this app.))

A return, some owls, and someone starts a fire

[racheltherunner.livejournal.com]

((The Socking Challenge, contender numero uno. The Dwight/Rachel sock was requested by Dean-mun, because she enjoys making my brain go 'bwah?'. Tip the waitress, try the veal.))

( A return of troll excrement, fire, and a paper salesmen. My life is never dull. )

---

After I'd finally gotten rid of Dwight, washed up, and was generally feeling more human, I decided it was time for a little communication. Several wrong turns later, I discovered the owlery. Heh. Sending notes by birds was...just cute. Archaic. Between this and the flying on brooms, it was no wonder humans thought Witches had warts and green faces. Anyway.

( Owl to Dean )

( Sansa )

( Owl to Chance )

( Owl to Tick-Tick )

Letters thus sent, I began to wander my way back down the stairs. Maybe if I asked nicely, some of those frisky suits of armor would tell me where a girl could find some decent Chinese food in this place.

Sockpuppeting with Brice and Pippi, and many Owls.

[angelicbadboy.livejournal.com]

((Ask and ye shall receive! rosecasson asked for this, and who am I to deny her anything?))

(Little bitty pretty one / Come on and talk-a to me)

( Owls to Rose Casson, Nemo, Squee, Sirius, Lily, Strong Sad, Yuuri and Wolfram, from Pippi. )

( Owl to Mel Beeby, from Brice. )

Pollution (Good Omens)

[befouled.livejournal.com]

It wasn't so much his new environment that confused him as it was the test he had to take to remain there. Pollution had never taken a written test before, much less ever had a need for one... but, he thought to himself, there must be a time and a place for everything.

The questions didn't seem the least bit difficult. In fact, he was surprised they weren't just some practical joke. But the test wasn't going to do itself; he could feel the once polished wood of the table on which the exams rested start to rot and crack in response to his arrival. Best get to it, then.

After giving the questions a brief once-over, the Horseman put his pen to the paper and began to write. (But not before leaving a rather satisfying ink blot on the paper, of course.)

( you're hell's angels, then? what chapter are you from? )

Open RP: The Three Broomsticks

[fabpenny.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to here. Ok'd by Lizzy-mun. Feel free to join Penny and Lizzy for lunch!))

( Yum! )

Owls, well notes sent with the pterodactyl

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

( The Doctor )

( Rose )

( The same note for Tosh, Gwen, Owen & Suzie )

( Ianto )

closed rp for Tosh & Mark

[scarf-love.livejournal.com]

( In the silent movie there's no talking/You're just an actor/So break into my story )