open RP: music is infectious. No, really.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

Having been unknowingly infected with a self-replicating spell by the mischievous Simkin, Camilla went about her day quite as she always would. Since she'd heard inexplicable music in Simkin's presence it didn't seem to her strange that she should continue to hear it now. And because she happened to be in a fairly pleasant mood at the moment, the music she heard was not disconcerting. At the moment it was some nondescript and upbeat jazz, actually.

Being a fairly sociable person, she'd say hello to people she ran across in the halls. She had no way of knowing that her presence would also transmit the spell to them -- that was the self-replicating bit -- and that their own personal soundtrack would consequently follow them, mirroring their moods as hers was doing for her.

(( OOC: This one is Simkin-mun's idea! He says it's "a self-replicating meme, that attaches to people as they interact with one another, and plays music depending on their mood. ... if they've got a song stuck in their head, it'll play that. But if they're feeling predatory, it might play the Jaws theme, for instance."

If you feel like uploading songs, that's cool, but you don't have to. You can just describe them, as I've done, being lazy as I am.

Once a person is infected, they can then infect other characters. Eventually the spell will fade away and so will its effects. Have fun! ))

Transmagical Vamp (Closed RP for Simkin/Camilla. No Slash. I think)

[silk-simkin.livejournal.com]

It was an odd day at Hogwarts, and we mean odder than usual. For one thing, it appeared to be raining handkerchiefs. Silk handkerchiefs. Orange silk handkerchiefs to be exact. They floated through the air, lightly draping over most everything, and then slowly dissolving into nothingness. It was most peculiar. As was the way various implements of tea and sweeping started talking in an urbane drawl, as if perpetually amused by everything and everyone. Of course, those who were rude, or generally disliked by certain anthropomorphic personifications would find themselves snubbed, or thwacked, or (if you manhandled a tea-pot in an improper fashion) boiled.


Nothing lasting, or too painful, but it was odd, and ostentatious. For those who paid attention, it was also a sign. Simkin had returned to Hogwarts, and was busily making his presence known. He'd already given the Sorting Hat a suitable colour scheme. He called it Pirates and Pumpkins, dear boy, don't you know?

It was a mixture of oranges and blacks, with white skulls, and jack-o-lantern's decorating it. Simkin thought it looked fabulous. Other tastes may vary, but since Simkin is the only one who matters, he's just going to ignore everyone else's view. Especially anyone who might be tall, dark, and broodsome. Like dear old mucky Joram.

So it was that Simkin had returned, and was walking down the hallway, accompanied by theme music, because it amused him. Currently the theme was of the cock-rock variety. Transvision Vamp, Van Halen, The Darkness, whatever. It was that kind of poppy, big hair, big solos and David-Bowie's-crotch-in-tights kind of music.

You know what we're talking about.

((Camilla))

Socking and owl to Brice de Winter, OR: Why it's bad when your family's at Hogwarts

[anuclearwinter.livejournal.com]

( Mama I love you/Mama I care/Mama I love you/Mama my friend )

( Warded owl to Brice de Winter )

Closed RP - i kan haz mohindah nao?

[mmm-brainz.livejournal.com]

( Leaning over you here/Cold and catatonic/I catch a brief reflection/Of what you could and might have been/It's your right and your ability/To become/My perfect enemy )