A flurry of owls

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Freshly sorted, Miles made his way to the owlery.
( Owl to Susan, unwarded )

( Owl to Sidney Reilly, unwarded )

( Owl to Dr. Cox, unwarded )

Sockpuppeting! Bones and Zack - Whaa?

[squinty-tempe.livejournal.com]

So. Zack was here.

( Step right up // it's your hero // it's your friend // It'’ll save until the end // we’'ll weed out the foes of our master plan // guards grab that man // who stands tall in front of the people // and says // thieves come out // of this mouth // spreading lies )

Application: Scar (The Lion King)

[regicidalfeline.livejournal.com]

A stone room wasn't the ideal place to sun oneself, but Scar hardly noticed the difference. The bottom of Pride Rock, a stone floor, it wasn't all that different, really. Lying sprawled on his back, Scar twisted his head slightly to lazily glance around the room - upside-down in his vision - and blew out a morose sounding sigh, continuing to fan himself with a large leaf.

"Charming," he said dryly, thumping his head back down onto the floor to stare at the ceiling. "What is life without a little random teleportation to brighten up ones day? That's what my father always used to say." A wry smile curved at the corner of the lions mouth. "Not really, of course. He might not have died if he'd actually been so interesting."

Even though he didn't see anybody right away, there was a tension in the air that Scar always knew to be the kind of feeling when you had an audience. He loved audiences.

( It's a pity that an army of house elves doesn't sound quite as cool as an army of hyenas. )

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

Closed RP: Susan and Miles and an open bar

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Susan, having determined to meet Miles in the foyer so as to guide him to Ravenclaw (and thus its bar) made her way down through the maze of stairs and corridors. She was looking suspiciously pleased, and her hair, ever a giveaway of her mood, was curling lazily in on itself. Even yelling at it hadn't made it stop.

She settled down to wait beside a statue, scanning the ever-present crowd and humming slightly without realizing she was doing it.

Anonymous owls to Fred and George Weasley

[whosneverbeen.livejournal.com]

( Owls to the Weasley twins, heavily warded, charmed to turn into boxes of condoms for anyone else )

closed RP for Lannisters! You can't take the sky from me!

[lionesscersei.livejournal.com]

Skirts sweeping around her luscious legs, Cersei Lannister stalked into her brother Tyrion's office. The cursed Imp was sitting back in a sleek leather chair rather too large for him, with his feet propped up on the desk. He didn't have to bend his legs or scoot the chair away from the desk to do this. "By the Seven," Cersei swore, throwing down a thick sheaf of paper onto the desk before her brother, "this I will not have. This you must do something about."

She waited for Tyrion to clamber about in his seat so he could reach the paper. In garish newsprint, the masthead read: THE QUIBBLER. Beneath it were several vehement headlines, as colorful in language as they were in hue. As he leafed through the pages, Cersei fumed.

"How dare they tell us how to manage our dynastic lines of descent? The Targaryens would have had them roasted for this. Do they mean to tell us the Targaryens should not have married brother to sister? How then would they have fixed their unique traits in the imperial bloodline? The silver hair, the gorgeous violet eyes, the inexplicable talent for dragon-wrangling? If it were not for what the commoners quaintly call 'cest, who could rightly say of themselves, 'I AM THE BLOOD OF THE DRAGON'? That is to say nothing of what we Lannisters do. My beautiful Joffrey~! Surely there is nothing amiss with any deed that can produce such offspring."

She railed on and on. As ever, rage rendered her incandescent, amplifying what was already rarefied beauty. And why shouldn't it have been? That golden beauty was a Lannister family feature, and Tywin and Joanna Lannister had been cousins.

"What are you going to do about this?" she demanded.

Application for Bert from Mary Poppins (movie-verse)

[chimchimcherroo.livejournal.com]

A man strolled into the Sorting Room, his hands in his pockets, whistling happily to himself. Removing his cap, he looked up at the walls and ceilings of the room, marveling at the architecture. "Blimey," he muttered under his breath. "What a place."

He noticed a piece of parchment laid out on a desk near him. Leaning over to get a closer look at it, he identified it as a questionnaire of sorts. Glancing about himself, Bert picked up the parchment and hopped up onto the desk, dangling his legs over the edge and started to read it. He answered the questions out loud to amuse himself (and fought the urge to respond in song).

( Alroight now. Let's see what we've got 'ere... )

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

Hogwarts Theology and Metaphysics Club

[holy-aziraphale.livejournal.com]

((Open RP in the Library, for all interested students))

A parchment appeared on the campus notice board, written in black ink in an elegant hand.

To All Students,

Interested in Theology and Metaphysics? Philosophical naggings and magical conundrums? Paradoxes that need to be para-doctored? Trying to find the meaning of life? Or just why in the world you showed up here in the first place? Want to share your afterlife or supernatural experiences? Then come to the Library and look for Aziraphale, bringing your favorite metaphysical, philosophical, or theological text - and any misprint Bibles or rare books you may have. (I buy and sell!)

Owl me with any questions or discussion topics.

Ineffably,

Aziraphale, Hufflepuff

Owls from Indy!

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Indy knew he would regret his decision made at his sorting, but he figured he still had to go through with it.

( Owl to Tinky Winky )

( Owl to Daniel Jackson )

Re-emergence of Gonzo the Great

[blue-weirdo.livejournal.com]

((OOC - anyone, feel free to encounter Gonzo and his situation if you wish!))


Gonzo now had... a WAND. It DID things. It was... TERRIFIC!!!

He had been borrowing spell books left and right, and was now ready to try... CREATING HIS OWN SPELL!!! He went out into the primary stairwell for room to wave his wand.

He waved the twisted willow wand over a blue gumdrop he had found behind the sofa in the common room, closed his eyes, and shouted, "Poultrificat Maximus!"

Gonzo opened his eyes. There was a three-story tall chicken standing before him, where a gumdrop used to be.

( Emergency Owl to Minerva McGonagall!!! )

Owls to Lola and Mel

[angelicbadboy.livejournal.com]

((Sent mere minutes after this happened.))

Identical owls, their messages short and to the point, were properly sent out to the two angel girls.

( They were both warded, but not very strongly. )