closed RP, sockpuppeting: Stephen Maturin and Camilla Macaulay

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

((So I still owe many sockpuppet RPs. I've decided to combine the occasion for two requests: Stephen-Chance, and Chance-Camilla. In so doing, we get bonus Stephen-Camilla. The following is part one. ))

( Solitude stands in the doorway / And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette / By her long cool stare and her silence / I suddenly remember each time we've met )

If Only IRC Could Help Me Pack

[schrute-dwight.livejournal.com]

Right, SO:

As many of you know, I'm moving into my very own apartment (wooo!) this coming weekend. However, as I have yet to finish my robot army of drones, this means I actually have to, you know, pack all my stuff up. I tried to do that delicate balance between spending my nights on IRC discussing how Santa really would be BFFs with Gandalf and Dumbledore and getting my ass out of bed early enough in the morning to actually make some headway on the packing before work; alas, the Santa/Ddore/Gandalf OT3 conversations have pwnd me. Therefore, I'm going to have to declare a pseudo-hiatus for both me and all my pups until late Sunday/Monday evening, depending on my internet-hooking-up-fu.

All the threads I have going now, I will try to keep up with, as I have internet access at work. But I won't be around other than that, you probably won't see me on IRC (unless I go into withdrawal pains like House off of Vicodin, which is completely possible), and nothing new is happening for my pups until I get back.

Stiff upper lips, soldiers! I know you'll miss me, but I shall return, and in fancy new digs!

If you do need to grab my attention for anything, just shoot me off an email. (And when I return, someone will be checking to see if ya'll have been naughty or nice. >>)

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Just FYI:

Lily is being her usual insane self and alternating between working too hard in the Hospital Wing, the Library, and her Office.

Robin has gotten tired of the cold and is basking on the shores of some tiny island that he may or may not own, sipping cocktails and generally being a puck.

Dwight is out in the moors, doing survival training in his quest to become the best CIA mole hunter in the world. And, possibly, a ninja.

George has locked himself in his room, where there can be heard various odd noises and occasional explosions. Take that to mean what you will.

Rachel is off tracking a hag through Edinburgh. Insert your own joke here.

Phoebe is...doing whatever the hell Phoebe has been doing. And baking cookies.

The Cheat is still in the Sorting Room and I will continue to attempt taggage in there so that he might be released upon the general population. Watch out for your cow lamps.

ANNNNND I think that's everyone! I'll talk to you all on Monday at the latest! &hearts

DD's Sock Puppetry #2: Silas and UnCat

[ghostorangel.livejournal.com]

Not requested so much as postulated. (I blame this on several of you IRC people. You know who you are.)

( I’m so tired/but I can’t sleep/Standing on the edges of the much too deep )

Open RP

[wright-phoenix.livejournal.com]

It was silent for a few minutes. Then a sheepish lawyer's voice came on the radio.

"Um....I made it rain vodka. How did I do that, and how do I stop it?"

Semi-open RP, Owls and Notice

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

In the Hufflepuff common room there is a notice. Everyone can read it except for the members of Dethklok, who just see this picture...

( The notice simply says this.... )

After he posted that notice, Ofdensen pondered what to do. He had just heard that the monk he had a conversation with, Silas, had just been sorted into Ravenclaw. That was the first in a long time that he talked with someone just for the sake of talking. And he had to admit, it was kind of pleasant.

Making up his mind, he reached for a quill and parchment (how quickly he adapts):

( Note to Silas, sent by Ofdensen's new raven, Täuschung )