2007-10-01
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wee-free-men.livejournal.com2007-10-01 12:10 pmEntry tags:
Natural Apocalypsi (Open)
Due to an Act of Simkin, disaster was about to befall poor Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Most specifically, Feegle-driven disaster was about to befall... well... everyone. Because the Feegles now had 'wheels', of a sort. They had an Elephant.
And in typical Feegle fashion, they'd made it part of their clan. This meant that the capacity for destruction capable of being caused by the Feegles had increased exponentially. Especially since the elephant was full grown, and simply shrunk down to the size of a large dog. All it's mass and weight had been compressed, and it was now exceedingly dense. And nigh-indestructable, one imagines (it is, after all, an ELEPHANT).
Thus, it should come as no surprise to anyone that the feegles wererunning charging STAMPEDING through the corridors, with an elephant, and a cheese (called Horace). The Elephant was leading the way, with Rob Anybody riding on top.
The rest of the feegles were running around the legs of the Elephant, and acting as surrogate limbs (in other words, they're going to trample anything that gets in their way. It is a stampede after all).
Woe to anyone who might happen to get in their way
((OPEN Y'ALL))
And in typical Feegle fashion, they'd made it part of their clan. This meant that the capacity for destruction capable of being caused by the Feegles had increased exponentially. Especially since the elephant was full grown, and simply shrunk down to the size of a large dog. All it's mass and weight had been compressed, and it was now exceedingly dense. And nigh-indestructable, one imagines (it is, after all, an ELEPHANT).
Thus, it should come as no surprise to anyone that the feegles were
The rest of the feegles were running around the legs of the Elephant, and acting as surrogate limbs (in other words, they're going to trample anything that gets in their way. It is a stampede after all).
Woe to anyone who might happen to get in their way
((OPEN Y'ALL))
misskagura.livejournal.com2007-10-01 06:45 pmOOC: Back.... Finally.
Okay... I know my participation over the last few months has both sucked and been non-existent. But I'm finally back in the US now. So I should be able to be quite active again... Assuming there's no problems with that?
stylish-nebulon.livejournal.com2007-10-01 08:37 pmEntry tags:
traveling with style (closed RP: Nebulon and the liopleurodon researchers)
Nebulon had been tipped off. His nemesis had finally deciphered his cryptic hints about The Milk Chocolate, and had gone to Hershey, taking with her two innocent bystanders. Now Nebulon had to stop her from uncovering the many sweet secrets to be found at the chocolate factory, lest she take her Candyland victory way past board game territory and into the real world.
Nebulon never learned to Apparate. He didn't need to learn that. He could travel through space, wibbling and blibbling unconcerned through zero gravity and zero atmosphere. It was just what he did. There were only two things about space he didn't like. First, in space, no one could hear you sing. Second, unless you got near an asteroid or something, there was nothing to tag. No one in space could see the proud blazon of NEB-1. He might go into graffiti withdrawal!
His carefree blibbling abilities kept his re-entry into Earth's atmosphere gentle and light. (A hot meteoric streak across the sky might have had style. Nebulon, much to his dismay, only had the kind of style that no one likes.) He touched down in Hershey long before Dax and her henchmen, and proceeded to scrape together a disguise. A trench coat. A big hat. He couldn't really do anything about his height, so he got a motorised wheelchair in which to blibble along. He tried to disguise his eyestalks as a bobble-antenna headband, by putting on a plain green headband to match it, though the big hat then covered the headband. The finishing touch was a huge false black mustache. It did not have curlicues at the end, as Nebulon did not wish to appear evil!
Thus equipped, many cans of spray paint strapped to his green body under the coat, he began a concerted campaign of Purposeful Lurking. Soon Dax would show up. Nebulon would be ready. He would fend her off, and he would do it with style.
Nebulon never learned to Apparate. He didn't need to learn that. He could travel through space, wibbling and blibbling unconcerned through zero gravity and zero atmosphere. It was just what he did. There were only two things about space he didn't like. First, in space, no one could hear you sing. Second, unless you got near an asteroid or something, there was nothing to tag. No one in space could see the proud blazon of NEB-1. He might go into graffiti withdrawal!
His carefree blibbling abilities kept his re-entry into Earth's atmosphere gentle and light. (A hot meteoric streak across the sky might have had style. Nebulon, much to his dismay, only had the kind of style that no one likes.) He touched down in Hershey long before Dax and her henchmen, and proceeded to scrape together a disguise. A trench coat. A big hat. He couldn't really do anything about his height, so he got a motorised wheelchair in which to blibble along. He tried to disguise his eyestalks as a bobble-antenna headband, by putting on a plain green headband to match it, though the big hat then covered the headband. The finishing touch was a huge false black mustache. It did not have curlicues at the end, as Nebulon did not wish to appear evil!
Thus equipped, many cans of spray paint strapped to his green body under the coat, he began a concerted campaign of Purposeful Lurking. Soon Dax would show up. Nebulon would be ready. He would fend her off, and he would do it with style.
bantersucks.livejournal.com2007-10-01 08:56 pmEntry tags:
Open RP: Time flies, or something.
So it hadn't been a dream after all.
After spending three months at home, Jaime had unexpectedly and uncomfortably returned to Hogwarts. He'd been pretty lucky to have been found by Susan of all people, who had walked back to the castle with him, and, after he'd assured her he was fine on his own, left him to his own devices.
Five minutes later, he realized that he didn't remember how to get back to Gryffindor.
The scarab, unfortunately, wasn't much help because its map was outdated; the castle had moved things around again just enough for it to lose some of its primary frames of reference. As it led him down another dead end, he threw up his hands. "That's it, I'm done listening to you." He turned and stalked back to the main passageway. "I don't care if there wasn't a wall there before. Can't you scan first before pointing me in a direction? Gonna walk off a ledge at this rate."
Tuning out the scarab as it scanned and tried to reconstruct its maps, Jaime set out in a random direction, looking around for something or someone familiar. Hopefully, things hadn't changed too much while he was gone.
((Open RP. Come poke Jaime! It's been three months for him, but at Hogwarts he's been gone three days. He needs toget confused by meet more people.))
After spending three months at home, Jaime had unexpectedly and uncomfortably returned to Hogwarts. He'd been pretty lucky to have been found by Susan of all people, who had walked back to the castle with him, and, after he'd assured her he was fine on his own, left him to his own devices.
Five minutes later, he realized that he didn't remember how to get back to Gryffindor.
The scarab, unfortunately, wasn't much help because its map was outdated; the castle had moved things around again just enough for it to lose some of its primary frames of reference. As it led him down another dead end, he threw up his hands. "That's it, I'm done listening to you." He turned and stalked back to the main passageway. "I don't care if there wasn't a wall there before. Can't you scan first before pointing me in a direction? Gonna walk off a ledge at this rate."
Tuning out the scarab as it scanned and tried to reconstruct its maps, Jaime set out in a random direction, looking around for something or someone familiar. Hopefully, things hadn't changed too much while he was gone.
((Open RP. Come poke Jaime! It's been three months for him, but at Hogwarts he's been gone three days. He needs to