Open rp; hospital wing

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

Jack had made a deal with Agnes in Reinettes sorting and he'd be hexed damned if he was going to miss this opportunity to both annoy Agnes even though he did in an odd sort of way kinda like her and there was always JD around in the Wing for him to happen to drag into a cupboard or closet or office or wherever happened to be closest at that time, but that wasn't really the reason he was there. This time he hadn't stolen any of JD's scrubs, nope he'd somehow got his hands on a labcoat, it was another case of don't ask, won't tell, generally safer. Though there was a pinbadge on the labcoat. He headed straight to the office logical and possibly safest place. There might be someone else there so if he did happen to annoy Agnes and she hexed him, he might get some help if he decided to outstay his one hour and fourty five minutes.

owls to Lily Evans, Michael Scott, Homsar, and Kelly Kapoor!

[carriesapurse.livejournal.com]

Randomly owling people flowers was the cool in-crowd thing to do, so Tinky Winky hopped on the bandwagon!

All right, that's not really why. The Narrator had run out of cocaine and, irritable, had begun to snort Crystal Light drink mix powder. The results were not what he hoped and his Teletubby charge was running amok.

Thus it was that a small package arrived for Lily Evans -- a present, accompanied by a note upon which a Dictaquill had written:

( FWOWAH! )

It wouldn't be Brokeback Thursday if Tinky Winky didn't send his fiance Michael Scott a present, either.

( FWOWAH! )

And because his antenna told him so, Tinky Winky sent an inexplicable floral gift to Professor Homsar, as well. His antenna seemed to feel they'd be getting to know one another, and the next object to emerge from Tinky Winky's magical handbag seemed fitting for a song from the sixties like Homsar.

( FWOWAH! )

So much for Tinky Winky's inexhaustible funbag. Meanwhile, the Narrator was fretting. In his drug-deprived state, he'd become a regular bridezilla. Time to pester Kelly Kapoor...

( owl to Kelly Kapoor, written by Dictaquill )

Axel from Kingdom Hearts Application

[lightmyfyre.livejournal.com]

((Have emailed KH mun, I've not played Chain of Memories, but will play in accordance to it as best I can. ;) ))

A large black, purple and blue shadow appears in the middle of the hall, swirling and dancing menacingly. Suddenly thousands of little black flecks appear, making up the shape of a man, eventually colouring. The fully formed man looks around, slightly out of breath. He brushes down his foot length, zipped, black robecoat and fixes his hood down. “Hah.” He breathes, looking at black, gloved hands. “Guess that’s not how it ends afterall.” Inside, he didn’t know if he thought this was a good or a bad thing. He was still pretty tired, but this was no time for sleep, he supposed. He started toward the question paper, face serious and frowning. He bit his lip for a minute while his mind buzzed over his recent “death”. “Did Sora make it?” he whispered aloud. He shook his head and began the questionnaire.

( The name’s Axel. Got it memorized? )

OOC and Open RP

[forcedexile.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Saturday through Monday I will be visiting my family. I'm not sure they have internet, and it's unlikely I'll be able to use IRC. Just a heads up]]

OPEN RP-The Flying Teacher's Office

So flying on brooms wasn't the same as flying ships. But still, the Exile took the job, and she intends to do it well. And she picked up flying easily enough.

She had already set aside the brooms that needed repair, and she was now reading through a Quidditch book, familiarizing herself with the rules.

The door was propped open, if anyone had a question for her.

closed RP: Camilla and Susan go shopping.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

( You play the artist, saying, 'Is it how she moves, or how she looks?' / I say, it's loneliness suspended to our own like grappling hooks, / And as long as she's got noise, she's fine. / But I could teach her how I learned to dance when the music's ended )

Sandra Bennet, Heroes

[mrs-bennet.livejournal.com]

A woman walked into the sorting room, carrying a suitcase in one hand, and a well-groomed Pomeranian in the other. It had been a long plane ride, and she was looking tired. Of course, these days, Sandra Bennet is always looking tired.

( She put the dog down, and picked up a pen. )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. SB
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. SB
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. SB
One day, marmalade will rule the worldAs long as its homemade!. SB

((EDIT: Spoilers up to Parasite (1x18).))

Open Your Eyes: Closed RP (Sirius, Lily, and Harry)

[toujours-sirius.livejournal.com]

((Backdated to the morning after Sirius and Lily discovered Voldemort was back and got into a massive fight over it. There's still a Harry-Sirius socking RP I need to do in which Harry and Sirius discuss the aftermath of the fight and generally have some good godfather-godson time, but for now that will have to wait. This RP comes after that.

Oh, and beware teh emoness. It burns!))

( All this feels strange and untrue / And I won't waste a minute without you / My bones ache, my skin feels cold / And I'm getting so tired and so old / The anger swells in my guts / And I won't feel these slices and cuts / I want so much to open your eyes / 'Cause I need you to look into mine / Tell me that you'll open your eyes / Get up, get out, get away from these liars / 'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire / Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine / And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time / Every minute from this minute now / We can do what we like anywhere / I want so much to open your eyes / 'Cause I need you to look into mine / Tell me that you'll open your eyes / All this feels strange and untrue / And I won't waste a minute without you )