Owl to Michael Scott

[daxtastic.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Michael Scott, C.O. Dunder Mifflin Hogsmeade )

Application:Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tirvusky IV (Cowboy Bebop)

[tomatohacker.livejournal.com]

[[I give full permission for her to be placed in a Sue house, if that is what you desire. Also, because she has a bear of a name, for tags sake either Ed or Radical Edward will suffice.]]

Ed is in a castle!

( Ed will fill out the application now! )

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

Cleaning House ((Closed RP, Dax and The Doctor))

[daxtastic.livejournal.com]

Well, then. Having applied for a Professorship on a whim, Dax hadn’t honestly expected to have been granted the position. After all, her degrees were from an institution that didn’t yet exist. She certainly didn’t have the qualifications of a Professor Homsar, or a Professor Pufnstuf. But she had been entrusted with the position nonetheless, and fully intended to be serious about it. She got her keys, and made her way to the Astronomy Tower, surprised at the lack of dust covering its walls. By all accounts, it had been some time since the tower was in active use.

Dust free as it was, the tower was cluttered beyond belief. Unidentifiable knickknacks were everywhere, none of which were at all conducive to teaching Astronomy. There were broken bits of electronics, and jars of...goo? In the far corner, there was even a bed! What on earth had the last professor been trying to teach? Napping?

This simply wouldn’t do. Every item would have to be discarded, or thrown into storage. Luckily, Dax had brought along several trashbags, having expected the tower to be in some state of disrepair. She sighed, and got to work, starting with the jars of Kahless-knows-what.

Owls!

[bone-not-rock.livejournal.com]

Nobody had told Billy about the owls. To be fair, nobody had told him about the animated suits of armor, either, and that's where he'd gotten his directions to the Owlery. This also meant that nobody had warned him about how drafty the room was, how messy it was, or how mean the owls could be when they really didn't feel like carrying a letter. After nearly freezing in his light t-shirt and almost throttling an uncooperative bird, Billy sent out a few owls.

( Owl to the Blonde Girl in the Photo )

( Owl to Laura Palmer )

( Owl to Rachel )

Mother's Day Owls

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( Owl to Lily )

( Owl to Molly Weasley )

Open RP: Leather and a Big Sword in the Hospital Wing

[last-akkadian.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to just after this.))

Mathayus made his way to the Hospital Wing, arm still bleeding freely where Brienne had clipped him. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't bother - his constitution was preternaturally strong, and certainly he'd been wounded before; but then under normal circumstances he'd be living in a yurt in the desert and wouldn't have access to anything like a Hospital Wing in the first place. He looked at his bicep. Pretty good hit, there - was going to need stitches, probably.

She wouldn't have gotten to him if he hadn't been caught off guard like that, Mathayus thought, then grinned to himself. Nah, she probably would've. She was good, Brienne of Tarth. Better than she thought. Better than he'd expected, too. He shrugged mentally. It had been fun - worth a few stitches, at the least.

He strode into the Hospital Wing, looking around. "Anyone here?"

::Open RP : Karaoke at the Little Green Apple::

[lady-thujone.livejournal.com]

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. Too quiet, really. Karaoke time! La Fee Verte propped open the doors of the Little Green Apple, cranked up the karaoke machine, and began to sing, trusting that it would draw others in.


Erika Marozsán, "Gloomy Sunday" (lyrics)

Owl to the Sorting Hat

[tourettesbunny.livejournal.com]

((As the Easter Bunny - possessing paws instead of hands - cannot write, the application is in the carefully rounded print of the Dictaquill.))

To whom it may concern,

I've heard the position of Apparation Teacher is free, and I'm just the rabbit for the job.

( Curriculum Vitae for the Easter Bunny )

Cheers,
E.B.

Application - Zack Addy, from 'Bones'

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((Permission granted by Hodgins!mun! And Bones!mun, obviously, because... that's me XD Zack's italicized things are his written responses.))


There were two thoughts running through Zack Addy's head, for the time being, and he wasn't entirely sure which to focus on first. On the one hand... Oh, man, this castle was too cool. Intricate brickwork, torches... The works, all seemingly hand-crafted circa the span of a thousand years or so ago. There were long, ominous hallways, suits of armor, and he was pretty sure, unless he was going nuts, that painting had just actually moved and greeted him into the castle. How could that not be neat? Castles were a thing of awesome in Zack's book, if his obsession with Lord of the Rings was anything to go off of. He'd been expecting fanciness and intricacy with this school once Dr. Brennan had gotten accepted into it, but a castle?

However, that whole thought process was lost somewhere in the overwhelming fear that was quickly edging its way into his mind. Because, oh, dear sweet lord, there was an application. And a screening process. And of course he was expecting a difficult inquiry and other such feats in order to enter such a prestigious school, but it didn't stop the thing from terrifying him any less. He was picking up the application with such care that it almost seemed like he was afraid the thing was going to eat his face.

( Here went nothing... )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Z.A.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Z.A.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. I do not wear knickers, that was just a rumor in high school, a rather falsely created one, I might add. I wear boxers. ...Z.A.
One day, marmalademy very own army of criminal robots will rule the world. Z.A. You just wait.

Mother's Day owl to UnCat

[runaway-stark.livejournal.com]

( Warded and charmed to suddenly grow spikes and stab unintentional readers. )

[Open RP] Poker time!

[wright-phoenix.livejournal.com]

[[This may potentially be rated PG to R, due to nudity]] Phoenix was bored. He was pondering on how to amuse himself on this boring and quiet day.

He was flipping some cards into a hat he found. It occurred to him that he could be playing with other people. He could be playing poker! And he was fairly good at poker although he's much better in the future cause he fucking cheats okay, technically it's not cheating.

Buuuuut, how would he get people to play if no money was at stake (cause Phoenix doesn't have a ton of money and needs it for school supplies).

..............

( He's going to regret this )

He props open the door to Ravenclaw and hopes people show.

[[EDIT: How the game will work is that either Monday or Tuesday, I will start a thread for each hand. It will say Hand One or Hand Two or whatever. Each person will write in a screened comment any hand they want to play, within reason. List specifically what the hand is, such as a pair of 3 or 7-8-9-10-Jack straight flush. I'll unscreen the comments, then each character removes a piece of their clothing.]]

owl to the Furby from Dumbledore

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The last of Albus's correspondence with the merchants of Diagon Alley had been concluded. The Sorting Hat's curious bribery-funded expense account would now be at the disposal of the students, within reason, for one afternoon. Now all that remained was to secure the assistance of staff chaperones for this field trip. There was also the small matter of the Headmistress's approval, but Albus had no qualms on that score. He had broached the subject with her in their prior meeting, and she had been all for the idea. Anything Albus wanted to do that did not involve work for the Furby would, it seemed, be just fine by her.

What he was about to ask of her would not require much work on her part at all. She even had Kojiro to write the owls.

To the esteemed Headmistress of Hogwarts, Kahnooloo, greetings and salutations!

The time has come to finalise arrangements for the field trip to Diagon Alley. We will need staff members to supervise the students on the trip, and I confess I have not met many of them, they not having passed through Hogwarts' halls during my time here, rather originating in the Muggle world or other worlds entirely.

To this end, I propose we hold a meeting of all faculty and staff. You need not arrange anything save the actual invitation; with Professor Evans's help, I will be able to manage the rest myself.

Your affectionate friend,
Albus Dumbledore, professor emeritus.

Diane Holmes, Torchwood

[g-aidl.livejournal.com]

If anyone had been watching the sky they would have seen a plane land, the same plane that was still sat there in the grounds. To a few people there it would be a familiar sight to see as would the pilot had she not already headed inside.

( There are questions? )

Owl to Santa

[tourettesbunny.livejournal.com]

After having a Dictaquill write the note, the Easter Bunny was becoming increasingly paranoid of venturing into the school Owlry to deliver letters. They all looked at him like food.

He was so getting some kind of messenger animal. Just as soon as he figured out what kind of animal Santa hated.

( Owl to Santa, held inside a red-and-gold wrapped Easter Egg that would explode with confetti upon cracking. )