A demon and a puck walk into an absinthe cafe... (Closed RP for Robin and Crowley)

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Returning to Hogwarts after a week away in Paris was a bit like going to McDonald's soon after eating a steak dinner. Sure, each had their perks, but unless you were in the mood for something cheap and easy that would get all over your fingers and possibly stain your new pants, it just didn't measure up.

Speaking of things that might stain his pants... Robin wondered what his chances were of running into that delightful demon. Crowley intrigued the Puck, and Robin never underestimated the power of novelty.

After a bit, hands carelessly jammed into his pockets, Robin strolled lazily through the doors of the Green Apple Cafe. Might as well get a drink - and he had a strange craving for absinthe.

((ETA: And yes, now rated R for p0rn. It's Robin. What did you expect?))

If You Live Like That: Sirius and Lily (Closed RP)

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( You say you want to live for today / Before today is lost / But when the returns come in / Do they balance the cost? / I can see your four wheels spin / I can smell smoke from the blaze / But we aren't moving anyway / If you're seeing past rose colored shades / If you live like that / Don't look back / People want it good and want it fast / As long as it moves you for the moment / It doesn't matter if it lasts / But our love is sweet / It can drive me to my knees / But we still got troubles, you and I / Seeing the forest for the trees / If you live like that / Don't look back )

((R-rated, y'all. You have been warned.))

Application - Meg Murry - The Time Quartet

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

((I'm taking Meg shortly after A Wind in the Door. ))

A gawky teenaged girl with mousy hair and thick glasses entered the sorting room. She took off her glasses, wiped them on the front of her sweater, and replaced them again. No, she was still in a drafty castle instead of her mother's lab. Yes, there was what looked to be an application of some sort in front of her. Seeing no one about at the moment whom she could ask, she found herself wondering if this was going to be the sort of adventure she'd experienced before. Only this time she wasn't seeing dragons in the vegetable gardens, and no strange old women were whisking her off to rescue anybody.

She picked up the application, started to fill it out, but didn't get far before the ever-present Dicta-quill decided her spelling and grammar left something to be desired. Thus it was that she spoke her answers aloud, after some fighting with the Dicta-quill on the matter.

( Application )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus FAQ, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Meg Murry
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one. Meg Murry
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a twist. Meg Murry
One day, marmelade will rule the world. Meg Murry

Owl to Stephen Maturin

[schizowarrior.livejournal.com]

( To Doctor Maturin, warded to turn into a paper crane for unintended readers )

Open RP: The Unpopping of Merlin

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Merlin didn't know how he'd got here. He didn't know where here was. He did know that he was covered in salt, and that the floor beneath him was unpleasantly hard.

He sat up, taking in the room and its bizarre contents. Popcorn was unheard of in his time and place, so he had no idea just what all the white, fluffy kernels were. There was an odd charge in the air, too--a kind of humming, like a finger around a crystal glass--all around him there flowed so much concentrated magic it almost made his teeth ache. And it was still Britain--how he knew that, he couldn't say, but the knowledge was as ingrained and reflexive as breathing.

Slowly he stood, brushing off his coat (the feathers were, thankfully, mostly undamaged), and peered out into the long stone corridor. All right, this was a castle...fair enough. The pressing question now was, how in hell did he get here in the first place?

Owl to Lily

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(Backdated a bit, to shortly after BitchFest '07this thread.)

( Horus delivers, everything warded to set the outsider on fire :D )

Application: Edward Scissorhands [Edward Scissorhands]

[snowcreator.livejournal.com]

This definitely wasn't home.

Edward immediately backed himself up against the nearest wall, colliding with a thump, a nervous gasp, and the rattling of metal. This room of warm stone and light was so different than his home, the place he'd lived in amongst rotting wood, cold stone sculptures and metal. He'd not talked to a single living human in over fifty, maybe sixty years - his sense of time was a bit off. And this was not what he was used to.

He watched warily as a single piece of paper and a pen appeared on a nearby desk, and it was interesting enough to finally draw him out of the shadows. Apart from the abnormally sallow complexion, a face covered in scars, being dressed from neck to toe in leather straps and buckles, and having hair that looked like he'd been electrocuted several times a day - it would be the collection of multiple blades of various lengths in place of hands and fingers that would likely catch the attention of others. Edward tried to pick up the paper and pen, shifting it awkwardly between the longest blade on his right and two shorter ones on his left, but to no avail; soon the paper ended up missing several corners.

Edward Scissorhands gazed at the paper mournfully, still curiously trying to pick up the pen with the tips of two scissor-blades.

( And this is where a Dictaquill comes in handy! )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____*stab hole*_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Edward______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____Edward______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______Marmalade? ...Edward_______