Open RP, Barney wants a Wingman

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Barney was bored, and when he got bored, he wanted to gamble. He missed his friends, he missed the women, and yet he strangely missed Ted more than the women.

"Ted!"

Barney finally realised why things had come to a sudden halt, he was missing a wingman. Without a Wingman, he had no setups, he had no way of determining which woman to go for.

Something had to be done.

Never being one for Arts and Crafts, Barney hastily put a poster together, and began the process, of finding the person to fill this duty.


( Suit up! )

urgent owl to Ronald Bilius Weasley, warded most severely

[lemondrop-party.livejournal.com]

To the esteemed Mr Ronald B Weasley:

Your efforts abroad are much appreciated, but now a fight closer to home must be fought. We wish you to rejoin your friends and family here at Hogwarts. Tell no one of the reasons for your return, barring Harry and Miss Granger, from whom I do not expect you would keep secrets. I will tell you the reason, though, and it is this: The wizarding world, and Hogwarts in particular, is faced with a threat of dire proportions. I refer to no less than the 'furry' subculture.

This owl carries moneys sufficient to finance your most speedy return. Also, if you could bring me some of that Canadian Bridge Mixture, I would be much obliged.

Yours in vigilance,
Albus Dumbledore
professor emeritus, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Violet Parr, "The Incredibles"

[invisivi.livejournal.com]

Castles? Never not awesome. Europe? She'd always wanted to go. Magic? Oh, please, there was no way on earth that Violet wasn't going to check this out.

Not that long ago, she thought wryly, she would have sidled into the hall as inconspicuously as possible, or even completely invisible. (Not that that would have done much; she was wearing her regular clothes, which remained stubbornly visible at all times, though her spandex alternative was stowed in her backpack Just In Case). Now, though, even if she didn’t quite stride, she managed a walk that suggested someone with confidence rather than someone who jumped at shadows.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t look awed, though.

This place was amazing.

It was grand! It was inspiring!

The application, when she curiously picked up a sheet… ( was less so. )

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

Open RP: Art is Art is Art

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A piece of parchment in the common room is enchanted to both display and shout this message:

Express the beauty of your soul through the art of Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld, Betrothed to the Maou and Hufflepuff! Please come to the corner of the corridor southeast of the Hufflepuff dormitory, north of the revolving staircase and one floor above the Transfiguration classroom (at least, that's where the corner is, this week).

All art produced will be yours to keep, to be passed down from generation to generation, long after your limited lifespan turns your human body into dust.

Enjoy this summer's day!

Sincerely,
Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld
Betrothed to the Maou
Hufflepuff

( Well, how could this possibly go wrong? )