Application for George Berger, from HAIR

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With a snort and a jolt, a man with fluffy brown hair awoke to find himself laying across a desk in a room that he was pretty sure he'd never seen before. Looking around, he frowned. "Well. I've woken up in stranger places." He poked his finger against the wood of the desk, and, convinced it was real, he pushed himself up.

Once he was sitting up, he realized that he wasn't the only thing on the desk. All around him lay papers and strange looking feathers ("whatever works for you, man"), all in a spectacular disaray, suggesting he had tossed and turned while he had been passed out. Picking up one of the sheets of parchment, he found it had questions, and grinned. "Questionnaire. Awesome." After groping around on the table for a pen and closing his hand around the inky part of a quill, he realized that hey, the feathers weren't supposed to be used the way he had first guessed. Bending to the task at hand, he muttered "At least I hope not. No clue where it's been."


( Contrary to popular belief, hippies can spell. )

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

So a demon and a superhero walk into a bar...((Closed RP))

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((Post dated to the night after this, a few hours after Steph sent out her owls))

Movie tiiiiime!

Steph set out nice junk-food spread (and wine for the drunkie) and sent Buff Orpington off to find Maia. She couldn't help but feel that she'd forgotten about something...

But, eh! It was probably bat!paranoia, kicking in. In any case, Steph had been looking forward to this. First Veronica, then George, and now Maia. She was actually...gasp! building friendships with people her own age.

Never mind that Maia seemed rather annoyed by Steph's overtures of friendship. And by Steph in general. But, once again, eh! You couldn't let yourself get tripped up by mundane details.

( Buffmail to Maia )

Application: Algaliarept (Kim Harrisons' "Rachel Morgan" series)

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Algaliarept wasn't typically into the business of traveling long distances - Cincinnati and the Hollows bred more than enough people willing to deal with him - but, he felt, desperate times called for desperate measures. 'Times', in this case, referred specifically to the growing lack of those willing to do deals with demons. They were getting smart. Or, stupid, actually.

It was high time for a shift. The minute that the sun went down, Algaliarept misted into appearance and pushed open the door of Hogwarts Castle, walking purposefully inside and into the Sorting Room. He'd heard wonders about this castle.

"Marvelous," he smiled thinly, pushing his round spectacles further up his nose. "Just the place I was looking for." His glasses were finely misted so that nobody could see his eyes, but if one were to look closely, they would see a red blur underneath the grey-tinted glass. However, if anybody had had the dubious pleasure of meeting him before, they wouldn't recognize him now. Gone was the guise of an 18th century gentleman, replaced instead by another very British, but more modern appearance.

Appearance curses were so much fun.

( And so is being a fluent deceiver. )

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