Tech Lab, Open RP

[daxtastic.livejournal.com]

Having recently received permission for the use of a room, Dax wasted no time in getting up to her eyeballs in half-finished experiments. Her makeshift workstation was covered in all sorts of vaguely techy-looking odds and ends, and her fingernails were solidly coated in grease.

Needless to say, it had been a fun day!

Nevertheless, Jadzia knew well enough when she needed to stop interacting with machines, and talk to other sentient life-forms.

( Owl to The Doctor, unwarded )

She also tacked up a poster outside that said the following:

"Tech Club Headquarters. Open Enrollment. Not technically a club, so much as an excuse to fiddle around with gadgets."

((Open RP! Feel free to come mess around with Dax's tricorder. Wink wink?))

Application: War, Horse(wo)man of the Apocalypse, Good Omens

[red-war-rider.livejournal.com]

((OOC - okay'd by the G.O.-muns! Hee! I made a pun!))

A devastatingly beautiful woman, dressed entirely in tight-fitting red leather, and riding a scarlet Harley, roars into the Sorting Room. She whips off her helmet and sunglasses, revealing deep black eyes, creamy skin, and full, ruby lips. Her hair is fiery red, and her body is devastatingly voluptuous. She’s racktastic, and has an ass that won’t quit. She has red leather saddlebags on the motorcycle, and an empty sword scabbard on one side. The saddlebags are full of guns. LOTS of guns. And knives.

( And… hurty looking things. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____W_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___W________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___W________.
One day, marmalade (or utter chaos and conflict) will rule the world. ____W_________"

Pancakes, a Picnic, Padfoot, and Pippi (Closed RP for Sirius, Lily, and Pippi)

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to Tuesday and takes place directly after Pippi and Lily make pancakes.))

( I need to laugh and when the sun is out/I've got something I can laugh about/I feel good in a special way/I'm in love and it's a sunny day )

OOC - Hiatus Notice.

[befouled.livejournal.com]

I haven't been here long and I'm not actively participating in anything other than Pollution's application thread, but I thought it'd be inconsiderate to simply drop off the face of the internet without a word. ^^; Anyway, it's break over here and I won't be around a computer all that much from March 16th to March 27th, so commenting on my end will be extremely scarce. I'm going to reply as much as I can tonight, though!

Also, I know Nemo!mun has a thread going that's open to Pollution; do you mind if I jump in a little late, or is the 27th too late? I don't want to leave you hanging at all. In the meantime, just assume Pollution is... around. Doing what he does best (or what he is, to be more precise). See you later!

closed RP for the future Scott-Winkys: PWESENT!!!

[carriesapurse.livejournal.com]

Tinky Winky had no sense of direction. His Narrator had to tell him how to get to the Slytherin dorm, like some sort of GPS device endowed with a particularly sleazy voice and a cocaine habit

"Tinky Winky turned right."

"Wiiiiiight!"

"Tinky Winky turned left."

"Leeeeeffft!"

"Tinky Winky kept going."

"Tinky Winky going!"

This last remark in lieu of a direction to go straight ahead: the Narrator could never, ever use the word straight to describe anything Tinky Winky was about to do. The results would not be pleasant. There might be a Tubby Meltdown. Today, that would not do.

The contents of Tinky Winky's handbag -- curiously squirming, as though it contained something alive -- could not wait.

Closed RP: Pippi and Lily and A Lot of Pancakes.

[pippithepirate.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to the Tuesday after this exchange of owls.))

Pippi was in a pretty good mood. Granted, she usually was. Except when she was sad, obviously, but she preferred to focus on good things right now... It was more fun anyway. One of these good things was an impending trip to Hogsmeade with Sirius and Lily, two of her favourite people (she had a lot of favourite people), and right now she was on her way to the kitchens to make pancakes with the latter. Special ones! Pippi had never made quite so special pancakes before, though Tommy and Annika had remarked several times on her... slightly peculiar ways of making this particular treat.

No, she was not going to think about Tommy and Annika. Otherwise she'd just end up missing them an awful lot, and that wouldn't do. Instead she focused on the stern talking-to she was giving the monkey on her shoulder as she walked. Well, walked and walked... She was mostly skipping, occasionally taking a huge pirate leap over a crack in the floor, but she managed to keep a monologue up anyway.

"Now, Mr. Nilsson, you have to be very polite and not steal any of the pancakes. Remember how we talked about this before? I know you're useless at being proper, but you have to try this time. There'll be monkey pancakes for you, if you behave."

Mr. Nilsson made an affirmative - or at least that was how Pippi chose to interpret it - sound and tilted his head. The girl nodded, pleased.

She knew the way to the kitchens, having been there before making biscuits, and knew exactly how to get in. She tickled the pear, it giggled, and she poked her redhaired head in through the opening, a wide, dimpled grin spreading over her freckly face.

"Hello in the kitchens!" she called out in a loud voice.