Hedwig Robinson, "Hedwig and the Angry Inch"

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A slender, slightly-built woman staggered into the Sorting Room on high-heeled boots, emerging from a cloud of smoke, the kind a fog machine might make, stage-smoke. Wild eyes peered from garish pools of makeup, darting confused glances here and there. Hedwig Robinson tugged at the hems of her cutoffs and smoothed sweaty palms along her gleaming stockinged thighs.

She answered the questions in a voice somehow gravelly and clear at once, flavored with a pronounced East German accent. The questions seemed to amuse her. Everything seemed to amuse her, in a sort of bitter way.

( To be free, one must give up a little part of oneself. ...  )

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

Open RP: The Unpopping of Delirium

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There was a very faint pop, and quite suddenly there was a woman where no woman had been before. She was small, and very slender, dressed in an odd assortment of clothes, no two items of which matched. Her hair was a wild, multi-colored mass, her eyes as mismatched as her clothes--one blue, one green.

Delirium held out her arms, looking with dismay at the butter. “Oh,” she said, dismayed. A slight wave of her hand and the butter and bits of salt had gone, though at first glance it was hard to tell the difference.

She turned, staring with interest at the room, while several butterflies escaped from her hair. Dim recognition stirred in her fractured mind, and she tiptoed barefoot out into the corridor, peering this way and that.

“What is this place?” she wondered aloud. “My butterflies want cake.”

OOC: Small hiatus

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I'm so sorry, folks - I need to take a very small hiatus. RL is beating me over the head with a large club. Please assume for the purposes of RP that my characters are where they are supposed to be, ie Bunny Corcoran is in the Sorting Room with Francis being derisive and inflammatory, Robin of Loxley has gone on the field trip to Diagon Alley to procure a wand, Pufnstuf is roaming the corridors giving out random detentions, Mathayus is hanging out in the Slytherin Common Room being half-nekkid, Gillian Bellever is in her room trying to figure out if she can contain or get rid of the Fury, and Penny is trying to decide what clothes to give to Reinette.

Back in a day or two. :)

Open rp & an owl to Ianto.

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( I miss you, well more the amazing coffee you make... oh and you. )

Owl to the Ninth Doctor

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( You promised me a drink... )

Application for Tenel Ka Chume Ta' Djo: Star Wars EU

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A compact, muscular teenager appeared in the Sorting Room. She had red hair that was tied back in a multitude of braids, with beads and ribbons woven in. Short armor made from reptile skins covered her shoulders, thighs, and chest, but except for her boots, the rest of her skin was bare. In her right hand she held a long, sharp rancor tooth that had been modified into a lightsaber. He left arm ended just above the elbow.

Not even a second after appearing Tenel Ka dropped into a defensive stance, scanning the room around her for any threats. The room was empty except for a table, so she clipped the lightsaber to her belt and went over to read the application. "Ah," she said after reading it. "Aha." The Dictaquill, eager to be of service, wrote down her surprised remark. "This is not necessary," Tenel Ka said, grasping the quill. "I will write for myself."

( This is a fact. )

Office Hours, Astronomy

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Office Hours
Professor Jadzia Dax, Astronomy
MW 3-6 PM or by Appointment

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Dax hung the sign outside of her office, then rearranged yet another pile of papers, determined to make the space more presentable. It was going about as well as one would expect.

She was wearing her uniform, for the first time in over two months. That morning, rooting through her closet, Dax had come to two realizations: First, that so much time had passed since wearing said uniform, and second, that she hadn’t noticed. No one could blame her, certainly. There were classes to plan, teas to host, and roommates to bother. She was settling into her new role as a professor, and that was perfectly understandable.

And somewhat terrifying. Still, she could mull over all of those things outside of work. She sat down, awaiting any students who  would care to learn.

Application for Keely of Homana, from The Cheysuli Chronicles by Jennifer Roberson

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(General spoilers for the first 6 books of the Chronicles of the Cheysuli ahead, especially for book 6, Daughter of the Lion. This entry (LINK) is something of a prologue/segue to explain how Keely got from her last point of canon (very near the end of book 6) to Hogwarts. It is told from her first person perspective, as is all of Daughter of the Lion.)

A tall young woman with tawny gold hair steps into the sorting room, hand resting lightly on the hilt of the fine sword at her hip. She's dressed all in snug black leather - a sleeveless shirt showing tanned arms and ample breasts, leggings, and knee-high boots. Tooling in the shape of animals decorates her wide belt, and geometric designs add a hint of interest to the solid black on finer trim elsewhere. It looks a little odd at first, but the the heavy gold jewelry she wears - wrists, upper arms, neck, and forehead, dripping with rubies - is in a complimentary style to the leather. Her eyes are bright blue and sparking with curiousity, but there is something tense about her expression and she moves somewhat stiffly, though she is clearly taking pains not to show it.

Her eyes fall on the application and she sits, arranging her sword against her leg carefully, picking up the quill with a deep breath.

( The lion roars. )

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

Open Rp: in the Hospital wing

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((For any characters who have the need to go there))

Agnes sat on a chair, quietly contemplating things. Like bed pans. Bed pans were possibly the most useless things in the entire universe, they're only there to destroy the patient's dignity, and even at that, they always miss. She would describe it as being sadistic, if she knew what it meant. Of course, on sheer principle, Agnes wasn't quietly contemplating anything, more loudly arguing with concepts in her head. She'd been in a bad mood for the last few weeks, and it still hadn't improved, and on top of that, nobody had been respectibly maimed at the school in days. How was she supposed to enjoy her work when all she got was teenagers arriving to ask how not to get pregnant? Even the girls she could stand, barely, but whn boys asked how they could avoid getting pregnant, she drew the line. I mean, did they have any common sense these days? In her day, all boys knew they couldn't get pregnant unless they drank from the right potion or cast the right spell. Or had an unfortunate incident with a sharp object in their nether regions.

So Agnes sat, loudly arguing things in her head, and drank her tea menacingly (Well, menacingly from the tea's point of view most likely), and ate a biscuit. In a suitably dark manner of course.

(no subject)

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Hey guys! I've been mostly gone for months while wrestling with school and have come back to find that I've no idea what's going on and not much to contribute with anyone but Sam. Thus, I'm going to step out, leaving Sam, Gert and Claire homeless and popcorn (except Hillary, you may want to puppet Sam a little until someone else picks him up, since he's for all intents and purposes crashed out in the hut and making him popcorn now would just be messed up. :D).

Anyway, It's been fun, and I'm sure I'll see you around. Thanks everybody!

♥ d

ETA: Their journals are available for the asking, just drop me a comment and I'll hand over pwds, etc.

ETA II: Duh. Hillary has Sam's info, btw.

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ETA (because I'm an idiot and, duh, of course I could edit this >>;) III:

As previously announced, but, really, should have been put here, because I'm kinda dumb:

This is just a little notice to let everyone know that I'll be unpopping Sam Winchester - although his name will appear on the adoption post, in case anyone has been dying to play him. :p We just thought it might be nice to poor Dean-muse to not pop his brother after bringing back the YED. We are nice muns. *nodnod*

Also, Phoebe Buffay has gone the way of the buttery and fluffy. She is now slumbering in her popcorn shell, dreaming of unicorns and her next hit. Perhaps involving Snuicorns.

~ Lily-mun

The Lord Commander Returns (Open RP with Jon Snow on the Grounds)

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((For the purposes of this RP and future RPs, assume Jon has been popcorn and now is not! He does not remember any previous plots or how he got to Hogwarts.))

( Jon awoke in the dark, in a stone room, and at first, thought nothing of it. )

[Semi Open (Gryffindor)] -A Nightmare he hadn't had in a while.

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Archie found himself on the floor, sheets askew. His heart raced and he was sweating. He had a nightmare. But not just a nightmare.....that nightmare. The one caused by and starring Jack Simpson.

But why? He hadn't dreamed that since Horatio told him Jack was dead. And Jack wasn't here.

Archie got up and threw his covers on the bed, storming out into the Gryffindor common room. No way would he get to sleep now.