Fanart

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

( The same fanart but colored. )

Application for Mike Callahan - Spider Robinson's Callahan's Place stories

[themickoftime.livejournal.com]

A large, slightly balding red-haired man came sauntering into the sorting room. He glanced around, frowning, an expression that seemed oddly unusual on his face, and then turned to address some conveniently nearby house elves. "All right, gents, I was told you wanted a bartender. How the hell am I supposed to tend a bar if there's no booze?"

House elves went scurrying off, and soon a large cart was trundled in, a cart containing just about any alcoholic substance known to at least muggle men. The red-haired man surveyed it critically and then muttered, "It'll do." He then pushed the cart behind the table on which the applications were kept, lined up a row of glasses, opened a bottle of Bushmills and poured himself a shot. Only then did he deign to glance at the application. He dismissed the ever-ready quill and wrote the answers himself in handwriting that was sloppy yet somehow perfectly legible.

( Now that the bar's been raised, let's tender the application. )

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

((For the record, unless specified otherwise, it will be assumed that Callahan can mix up any drink order he's presented with. That said, if you want to stump him ICly, that's perfectly fine, too. I just put the caveat down because about the most complicated drink I've ever mixed in my whole entire life is Kool-aid.))

Owl to Sammy

[wayward-son124.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Sam, warded to poke anybody else in the eye )

Molly Millions/Sally Shears: the Neuromancer trilogy

[steppin-molly.livejournal.com]

( She missed it by a fraction. She nearly cut it, but not quite. )

The Horrible Unpopping of GIR! (open RP)

[metsuhametsu.livejournal.com]

Deep in the bowls of the castle - which is to say, in a rather large and unusual room on the second floor - there came an almighty crash, as a small metallic robot fell from the roof into a little metal pile on the stone floor. How he managed this after spending several months as a large kernel of popcorn in an unbreakable glass case is unknown.

The little robot flipped onto his feet and gazed about the room with huge, featureless eyes. For several moments he looked somewhat contemplative.

This impression was somewhat shattered when he opened his mouth and screeched, "I'm NAKED!!!" and started running around one of the cases of giant popcorn kernels, waving his arms above his head.

"WHEEEEEE! I taste like a monkeh!"

((Come and encounter GIR - if you dare! XD))