WART 113 likes Nebulon's style. The Cheat, do you like Nebulon's style?

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Nebulon was so thrilled! He had actually attended a party! And no one jeered at him or forced him to leave! Since this was unprecedented in his miserable existence, he didn't quite know how to handle it, and left of his own accord. His blibbling joy could not be contained, however. He had to spill it all over the airwaves!

He still didn't have the hang of communicating with these Earth creatures. So a Speak-and-Spell did the work for him, uttering the words of the dedications and song titles...

( stylin' tunes )

Application: Dr. Mohinder Suresh, "Heroes"

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((Okayed by the other Heroes muns!))

An Indian man walks into the Sorting Room, carrying a small duffel bag, a computer bag, and a briefcase. Unlike many other applicants, he doesn't seem particularly shocked by his presence in this room; rather, he looks around with purpose, giving a satisfied nod as he surveys his surroundings.

When he spots the quill and parchment he smiles to himself and speaks in a cultured British Indian accent. "Now, how does this work?" He only registers the slightest surprise when the Dictaquill writes down his words.

"Very well, then." He sits down at the table and begins to attend to his application. "I think I can write it myself, though. Er..." He hesitates. "Thank you anyway?" He picks up the quill and begins to write.

( Is this outside the realm of possibility? )

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

John Ryder, The Hitcher

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((Spoilers for the original version of The Hitcher but not the remake, because the remake made me cringe. If you haven't seen this movie, you have to--it's cheesy, it's freaky, and there is no way I can possibly do any written justice to the sheer creepiness that is John Ryder))

( You wanna know what happens to an eyeball when it gets punctured? Do you got any idea how much blood jets out of a guy's neck when his throat's been slit? )

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

OPEN RP: Unpopping Sarah

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WHO: Sarah and OPEN
WHERE: Popcorn room, corridor outside

Waking up on a cold, stone floor was not among Sarah's top ten list of things to do in the morning... at least, it should have been morning, but the light in her room was all wrong. Had she overslept? Was she sick again? Ugh. In fact, everything in her room was all wrong because this was not her room.

Oh God, not again.

Blinking rapidly, she scrubbed the sleep out of her eyes with one hand and patted her front with the other, which confirmed that no, she had not woken up in someone else's body again, and then sat up.

And froze. The popcorn room.

( Factoid: In popcorn jargon, a popped kernel of corn is known as a 'flake'. SRSLY. Check Wiki. )

"I really, really hope I wasn't gone long," she muttered to herself, intently eyeing the kittens milling about her feet. Were they bigger? Older? Hmmm.


((ooc: Same mun, same Sarah as before, so anyone she knew before she'll still know now, if they'd like to come across her. And she loves new friends! :D))

Open RP: Hogwarts Family Values, with the Sorting Hat

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Thanks to Hogwarts magic and a little help from the infamous house-elf gossip network, the Hat kept abreast of the entertaining chaotic general goings-on throughout its kingdom school. When it heard that groundskeeper Dean Winchester had put a bun in student Stephanie Brown's oven, it wasn't the whole faculty-student taboo that put a corresponding bee in the Hat's bonnet. (A hat in a bonnet? Oooh, avant-garde!) No, it was the total lack of regard for family values! It was one thing for faculty to engage in hanky-panky, or even Jenga, with students. That was fine. Everyone did it. But impregnation without benefit of ceremony? What would Dr. Phil say? What would Dr. Laura say?

(The Hat didn't use its wizarding wireless to listen to WART. It preferred Muggle talk radio. We're not talking NPR.)

So the Hat had taken matters into its own capable straps. Champion of family values that it was, it decided that if Dean wasn't going to make an honest woman out of Steph, then the Hat would make an honest woman out of Dean! Or, no, wait. An honest ... something. Anyway. They were going to get married, whether they liked it or not! And their offspring would be born into legal wedlock, thank you very much! Legal and binding under the Ministry of Magic's standards!

The unsuspecting bride had been summoned to the Great Hall under the pretext of a detention to serve. The equally unsuspecting groom had been summoned to the Great Hall under the pretext of groundskeeping duties to perform. And two mighty wedding planners had been recruited to make this a day they'd always remember and cherish ... well, at least, a day they'd always remember ...

( Hey, little sister -- shotgun! / It's a nice day to start again / It's a nice day for a white wedding )

When the clock struck the appointed hour, all was ready. The Hat hovered in gleeful anticipation, waiting for the victims happy couple to appear!

closed RP (Henry and Camilla): some explaining to do

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( You don't leave me diamonds / Don't leave me jewels / You leave me silence / You leave me bruised / You leave me with the knowledge of the evil we do / But nothing could control the weather / And nothing could console my devils / And no-one knows the manner in which they'll burn )

(( possessive muses --> smut. NSFW-ish. ))

Application: Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

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((OOC: I've contacted the BtVS muns that were listed as active; but I'm terribly sorry if I forgot someone! Additionally, for reference, I'm taking Spike just after he leaves Sunnydale in Season 2. Hooray for rifts in time!))

A Chaos Demon. He'd been dumped for a bloody Chaos Demon.

There were some things that just weren't right in the world, and having your lover/sire/sort-of-sister of over a century dump you for something that looked like a snotty tissue packed with lard was just... not right. But Spike had a plan to change this. Right now, this plan involved a lot of drinking and smashing things, and a place to lay low to do it in.

Oh, who was he kidding? Laying low was hardly his style - proven by the rather loud bang he made when he kicked the door to the castle open. Spike had heard about this place, with its many witches (and its few vampires), not to mention all the other interesting little bits. Like a variety buffet, so to speak.

"DRUSILLA!" Spike roared, stalking into the middle of the room. "Dru, if you're here, I'm going to tear you into messes! DRU." Oh, there was no point in shouting, she wouldn't be here. But at least this place sounded interesting enough to stay for a while while he regrouped. And it had felt bloody good to just yell at her, even if she wouldn't hear it.

( An eternal dilemma: Why is there nobody around to kill when you really, really need it to feel better? )

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_______