Anathema Device, GOOD OMENS

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Anathema Device, GOOD OMENS (cleared with the other GO muns)

( Application for Anathema Device )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____AD_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____AD_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____AD______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______AD_______"

Closed RP - Claire, Nate and Sam, at least one of whom may be (more) imaginary (than usual)

[seafissure.livejournal.com]

*cough* SOCKPUPPETRY - Mission complete! *cough*

Claire was in the Gryffindor common room right around 2AM or so, growling and smacking at the 'start' button on the damned DDR machine, then narrowing her eyes at the screen and standing on the pads as though she were about to do battle. Because she was about to do battle, damn it all. This thing had defied her long enough and if she had to come down in the middle of the night to get it to herself so that she could master this bitch then so be it. Disaffected art kid be damned - she was gonna learn to hop to these shitty dance tunes if it killed her.

Which, apparently, it might. A Kind Lady it was not. As the screen mocked her efforts with a 'C' (and she'd worked her way up from a FAIL, thanks) and before she had a chance to pick a song for round two, the sound of nearby applause gave her pause.

That, friends, was mocking applause. Slow and clearly hiding a smirk, and guaranteeing someone at the very least a dirty look. GRRR. (and ugh. she was totally dirty enough at the moment. sweaty, at least.)

"Oh yeah?" she said, as she turned, already hipshot. "You try and d-- oh god. Holy shit, hi."

( Okay, no. See, now was probably a really bad time for her dead brother to show up. Not that there was probably ever a good time for it, but... )

Owl to Fraser and Ray

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

While cleaning out a corner of her room, Lily realized that she had a box of items left over from when she'd locked Fraser and Ray in a room, with the help of Bob. Obviously, she had no need for the assorted, er, toys, but the men hadn't found them and Lily had just carried them back to Ravenclaw and shoved the box onto a shelf. Figuring that someone might as well be getting some enjoyment out of them, Lily commandeered a school owl and sent it on with a short note.

( Owl to Ray and Fraser, heavily warded, charmed to turn into ice cubes for anyone else )

Closed RP - Loxley, Chance, and Lily in the Library

[hernes-son.livejournal.com]

((Ok'd by Chance-mun and Lily-mun. Comes after this.))

( ...if those only wrote, who were sure of being read, we should have fewer authors;/ and the shelves of libraries would not groan beneath the weight of dusty tomes more voluminous than luminous. )

Tomasso, A Night at the Opera (Of course he's not Harpo, he's Tomasso! Harpo had black hair.)

[part-goat.livejournal.com]

Into the Sorting Room wanders a young man with a full head of curly red-blond hair, a top-hat and a very large black raincoat. He happily wanders over to the table and picks up the application, and begins to look it over.

Apparently it upsets him, as he glares at it, grits his teeth, and tears it into pieces which he throws in the air. Then he crosses his arms and pouts for a bit, before he notices the quill. Grinning, he picks it up and tickles himself for a while, giggling silently, before he happily eats the end of it. Which he washes down with some ink.
( HONK )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _[crude self portrait]_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _[crude drawing of a horse]_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _[ink smudge]_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _[wad of chewed gum]_"

Duck-mail to Sirius

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

( Duck to Sirius, heavily warded, charmed to quack the Wimbourne Wasp fight song to anyone else )

A long- awaited introduction; Open rp

[laurie-laurence.livejournal.com]

Laurie had settled in quite happily to Gryffindor, though, alas, without much of Jo's company. Since Laurie had never been comfortable around strangers, he was incredibly bored.

As such, Laurie wandered around the castle, thinking longingly of his grand piano back home. He entirely failed to notice where he was until he glanced to the side and realized he'd passed the same statue two or three times. Inwardly cursing (no one in books or in Jo's stories ever got so wrapped up in wishing for pianos they got lost), Laurie wandered around the all again... and ended up exactly where he started.

Damn it- er, bother it all? Mrs. March and his grandfather would give him horrible lectures if they even suspected he'd thought a curse word.

In an effort to stave off guilty thoughts, Laurie turned his attention to the wall. There was, rather suddenly, a door there. Thinking that he'd just missed the door the first few times around, Laurie pulled it open and, much to his astonishment, saw a grand piano in the center of the room. He walked in quickly, without bothering to shut the door after him, and propped open the lid. 

After a few scales, Laurie plunged into Liszt's arrangement of Saint- Saens's Danse Macabre, the music pouring out from the open door into the hall.   

Raven to Jon Snow

[sam-the-slayer.livejournal.com]

( Clumsily warded and hastily scribbled, delivered by an exhausted raven )

Closed RP- Jon and Fraser go skating

[starkwhitesnow.livejournal.com]

He was rather ashamed to admit that since Fraser's letter, he'd been privately excited like a child. There was something wonderful about the way he could move on ice skates, the speed of it, the ease (well, once he got going, and provided he kept his feet). And spending time with Fraser was freeing -- it was like time alone with Sam, time alone with Sansa or Arya. It was time where he could be Jon, not Lord Commander. Even here, he was tied to the title.

He made his way through the last of the snow, Ghost trotting beside him.

Closed RP: Stanley and Fraser

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Fraser had just had a rather unsettling encounter in the Sorting Room. He desperately needed validation, and if there was one person who would confirm his Canadian-ness, he thought, it would be Ray. He hurried back to their room, muttering to himself the whole way, trying to listen to the sound of his own voice -- by God, did he really have an accent?

Unaware of the dangers that lurked behind his door, he slipped into the room and pulled his hat off, twisting it between his hands. "Ray? I wonder if I might ask you a question."

((Warning: Thread goes NSFW. Oh, boys.))