OOC memetime. WHAT DO YOUR BRAINS TASTE LIKE

[stylish-nebulon.livejournal.com]

... or rather, what do your characters' brains taste like?

Inspired by the Sylar app and the crazeh brains in HH IRC chat (#hogwarts_hocus on irc.esper.net, yo), inquiring minds want to know. If Sylar ate your character's brains, what would they taste like?

Examples:

<<DeanPants> So far I've got that Doug's are like fruit roll-ups and peeps, Dean's was already said, Lorelai's would taste like coffee and donuts, Ophelia's like honeysuckle (and would have him banging his head against a wall for two days straight, he'd be so batshit insane), and I'm stuck on Veronica's, man.

Talk amongst yourselves.

Open: Auditions!

[crazynotstoned.livejournal.com]

Having decided on a play to put on as his Sorting bribe, Geoffrey realized it was probably about time to get people to actually help him on the production. And act, and whatnot. As much as he hated to admit it, it was hard to do a play without other people. Ellen was off being the victim of her mun's carpal-tunnel being unhelpful, so the postering was left up to him. He scribbled something down on a piece of parchment and stuck it up in the Great Hall.

It was some time later that a certain Robin Goodfellow saw the poster and was, naturally, outraged. A few quick scribbles hastily amended it to his satisfaction. Geoffrey didn't wind up noticing -- he could be just a little oblivious at times, and he was already absorbed with the preparations for his new production of Twelfth Night.

Little did he know what was now being advertised.



((OOC notes: Use of Robin okayed by his mun. This is just for signups and/or owls -- if you put your character's name down, Geoffrey will shoot them an owl to arrange an audition or interview. :) Go forth! Even if your character wouldn't act, there are lots of behind-the-scenes tasks that we can stick them on!))

Backdated to Friday; Closed rp to those invited to Cardiff.

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

Jack still thankfully had a spare set of keys to the SUV which meant only one thing. He was driving. This could possibly be a bad thing to those on his team that knew just how he drove. So some things packed well thrown into the SUV and all he needed were those that were coming along for the trip. He hoped there would be enough space. Least they weren't going camping this time for a number of reasons.

((I've been distracted from this for too long so I'm putting it up now finally.))

Owl to Ford (indirectly related to Veronica Mars)

[iknowhowtoqueue.livejournal.com]

Ford,

At my sorting, there was a girl who asked for the various uses of the towel. I only know a few by memory, and my Guide got lost when I appeared here.

Since you're better at explaining this, could you enlighten her?

I didn't catch her name, but this is what she looks like: {insert description of Veronica here.}

Arthur