The Popcorn Room and Beyond (Open)

[comrade-raptor.livejournal.com]

Ugh.

It wasn't as if Gert hadn't been dirty before. (You try living underground with a bunch of teenage fugitives, yeah?) But this was greasy and one sniff told her it was butter. Ugh! What the hell?

A 'RRRR' from nearby and a flash of razor-sharp claws set her at ease, though. A huge, leathery head nuzzled her hand like an oversized cat, and without a second thought, Gert let her hand be lifted. Nose still wrinkled, she was scratching absently at the scaly skin for a second before she realized that Old Lace was covered in the crap, too.

"Nice," she said aloud, and Old Lace nodded her head with a whuff of agreement. The stone screamed anachronistic early medieval, and it all started coming back. The freaky magic school.

She patted her pockets for a wand-- she'd had one somewhere, she knew. A HA! Alright... now what was that spell....? Banishing! That's right. So she did.

And found herself shirtless.

Swearing loudly, she glanced around, her very-much-not-Nico-like pudge showing over her reconfigured-appliqued-and-safety-pinned-and-barely-recognizable gray school skirt and making her self-conscious enough that Old Lace was reacting too. She had to think!

Two minutes later she walked out of the room sporting a tapestry that was probably older than dirt as a poncho, the set of her shoulders, eyebrow and Velociraptor Deinonychus begging someone to call her on it.

Closed RP - Gillian, Chance, and Simon

[gillians-fury.livejournal.com]

((Cleared with Simon-mun and Chance-mun))

( Now I'm trying to get back / To what I know that I should be / Hoping to God that I was just / A temporary absentee )

Sockpuppet Theater #2--Malcolm Reed and Foamy

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( Does ANYONE get along with Foamy? )

Open RP: Hospital Wing

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Another day, another shift, and Cox found himself once again trying to invent new ways to keep himself busy amidst beds of Hosue Elves. Today, he was practicing his aim by magically hurling pencils, like darts, towards a chart he'd pinned up on the far wall of the Wing.

Agnes's face might have been on it, but he'd charmed it to change to JD's if the Head Witch herself should walk in. So far, he'd scored 1000 points, and it was starting to get old. Maybe he'd change it to Jordan...

Or he could do some actual work. What a novel concept that would be.

Owl to House

[lilypotter60.livejournal.com]

(Note heavily warded and hexed to give anyone else an insatiable hunger for cheese fries. And then to turn into fries sans cheese.)

( Owl to House )