a Diagon Alley owl-for-hire carries a warded message for Francis Abernathy ...

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

((backdated to July 5 ))

( You'd have to be an acrobat to touch her where she can feel a thing / You'd have to be a racecar driver to catch up with him / You'd have to be an astronaut, you'd have to be a shrink, you'd have to be an acrobat / 'Cause where they go, nobody knows )

Owls and Crankiness

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

(  Some days I could kill you all/Watch you stagger, trip, and fall/Nail you to the wailing wall/Yeah, some days I could kill you all )

( Owl to Stephen Maturin, warded to bite unintended readers )

A Fashion Statement in Sockage

[charlesmacaulay.livejournal.com]

((Three, count 'em, three characters to sock. Hoo-ah! Dated to just shortly after the secrets board, specifically this.))

( Be vewwy vewwy quiet. I'm hunting wabbits. )

application for Lord Eddard ("Ned") Stark, A Song of Ice and Fire

[fatherofwolves.livejournal.com]

(( Huge spoilers for A Game of Thrones, book one of A Song of Ice and Fire, lurk herein. Permission was granted by the ASOIAF muns. ))

( I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine. )

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

OOC: Sorta kinda semi hiatus/posting slowdown type thingy

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

ETA: Looks like Wednesday, please God. I'm in withdrawal here. Especially with apps I really wanna have my guys in!

So, hai guyz! I got a new computer, yay me! One that's like made in this century and hasn't had six previous owners! It works and everything, like a good little miracle of modern science.

What it lacks for the moment is a net connection. I've gotta get Comcast out to the house to reinstall the cable modem and network it to the other computers in the house. No idea when that will be, we haven't even put the service call in.

Meantime I *will* be able to pick up tags, at work and at wifi hotspots with my laptop (which is what I'm doing now). But I won't be able to do any full-immersion RPs for a few days, not that I have any on the slate right now.

The laptop and work computers don't have IRC or AIM installed, so if you need me - or if I'm in danger of missing a tag and you need to n00dge - best way to reach me is email, perletwo@yahoo.com. Or by replying to this post, which comes to the same thing through the miracle of comment notification.

Sooooo, look for a little less presence for Laura Palmer, Sidney Reilly, Carrie White, Ian Malcolm, Brenda Johnson, Max Headroom (who's never around anyway, I gotta do something about him), Lady Heather and Bialar Crais. I'll keep you posted. (Haa! Posted! See what I did there?) (Sorry. I've been crawling around on the floor untangling cables and breathing mutant dust bunnies, I'm a little punchy.)

Draco's Unpopping! Open RP...

[littlestmalfoy.livejournal.com]

When Draco woke up his first thought was that he'd fallen asleep in the Room of Requirement again, and that he'd rather die or be turned back into a ferret or re-sorted into Hufflepuff than have to look at that stupid vanishing cabinet any more.

Well. Maybe not the Hufflepuff bit.

( Pop goes the ferret! )

Application for Mason, from 'Dead Like Me'

[bad-trepanation.livejournal.com]

The sorting room was... surprisingly still. Was it empty? All there was in the room was...

Oh, wait, what was that lump in that chair?

There was most definitely a man sprawled across the desk, face smushed into the pile of pages on the table and looking... a bit like a hobo, really. There were rather loud snores coming from beneath the hood tugged up over the guy's head, and the Dictaquill had sprung into action, scrawling out several 'Z's across the parchment. It had filled up two and a half backs of various applications before it finally came to a pause, instead taking it upon itself to jab furiously at the sleeping form's arm.

"Fucking what the bloody 'ell!"

Mason snapped upright, nearly knocking his chair over backwards in his rather overzealous backwards flail. Woops. With a hard sweep of the hood off his head, he mumbled something a little loud, that sounded vaguely like, 'I'm awake, I swear' before he started slapping at the papers on the table in a last-ditch effort to look like he was actually doing something.

( Erhrrm. An application. Right. Fascinating. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Mason
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Mason
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Mason
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Oh, bloody hell, I should hope not. That rubbish makes my toast taste like fried asshole.

[Open RP] Phoenix messes up. Again

[wright-phoenix.livejournal.com]

The intent was to produce a bouquet of roses. Instead, Phoenix produced ragweed. Which gives him hay fever. Which makes him sneeze uncontrollably.

So off he goes to the hospital wing, hoping for an antidote.