Open RP: Back to Normal - or, What Passes for Normal Around Here

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After sending out a quick owl, Jaime headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was still early, so he got some breakfast and scarfed it down in peace.

By the time most people made it down for breakfast, they would see him sitting at the Gryffindor table with a small stack of books, leafing thoughtfully through one that had a lot of handwritten notes in the margins. This book in question was not magical, but no less important. He wasn't sure how it had appeared at Hogwarts with a lot of his belongings, but right now he wasn't questioning it.

He was so absorbed in the book that he might not immediately notice if someone approached him.

((Open RP - he's there to meet Lola, but anyone else can bug him, pun intended. I'll pretend all other conversations happen before Lola shows. Or just use this post to mingle among yourselves!))

OOC: character maintenance

[fw-darcy.livejournal.com]

Hi guys. Sorry to interrupt, I'll be quick.

First off, Max Headroom is now popcorn.

Secondly, much as I love Darcy, I haven't played him since Lizzie-mun went on extended hiatus, and it's beginning to feel like character squatting. (Because Darcy rocks and somebody should be playing him.) So I've decided to offer him and his journal for adoption. If he's not adopted by the end of October, then I'll go the popcorn route.

Just follow the links to contact me if you're interested in taking over either of my guys.

Open RP: Blowing stuff up, for SCIENCE!

[buggy-genius.livejournal.com]

Hodgins had been bored lately. No Fed Ex packages from the FBI like he thought he'd be flooded with (which was also a crushing blow to his ego, though he'd never admit it,) nothing to really identify at Hogwarts with the no-death spell protecting the place, and Zack had been inexplicably turned into a kernal of popcorn, of all things. Assuming he ever snapped out of it, Hodgins had some choice remarks about that.

His previous major experiment had hit a standstill. While he had been able to confirm (through several letters owled to magical experts and a few bribes) that unicorns did actually exist and the hair found in certain wand cores was in fact unicorn hair, he was still no closer to identifying what caused wands to behave the way they did. And his other planned project, of organizing taxonomic information on magical creatures, was a lot of reading and next to no doing.

So it was time to take matters into his own hands. He left a few signs around the school (mostly plastered in the Ravenclaw lab, but the occasional flier could be found wherever he decided to leave them) that stated:

"Do you feel a higher calling in the name of science?

Do you like seeing pig carcasses blow up?

Dr. Jack Hodgins will be holding some demonstrations and experiments on the Hogwarts lawn. Join in the celebration--for science!

(Bring a rain coat or umbrella, or wear clothes you don't mind getting rid of later. Safety goggles will be transfigured out of rocks, so don't worry about those. And if you have a weak stomach and insist on showing up, either bring a barf bag or know how to clean up your own puke. I'm not doing it.)"

So, with the assistance of a flock of house elves and after a quick trip to Hogsmeade and a visit to a rental company, he was waiting outside, wearing his blue Jeffersonian lab coat over his sweater and jeans, strapping fireworks of various strengths to pigs and supervising some house elves setting up the rented woodchipper.

Eye exam in the Room of Requirement (Closed RP)

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After a somewhat frustrating and confusing correspondence with one Wolfram von Bielefeld, Janet had agreed to take a look at someone's eyes and offer a diagnosis and possibly treatment. She made her way down to the Room of Requirement as she had said she would, walking three times in front of where she had heard it was while thinking about the infirmary at the SGC, and was pleasantly surprised to have the door swing open. Inside was a pretty accurate facsimile of one of the SGC's exam rooms and her old office. She almost felt nostalgic. No, scratch that, she did feel nostalgic.

She did a quick walkthrough, found her equpment to be where she had left it--where she had left it back in Colorado, anyway, as it was merely replicated here--and sat down in the approximation of her old chair at her desk. It had been about a year since she had shown up here at Hogwarts, and she had spent most of that time researching various projects of her own interest. It was actually sort of nice to have a patient to look at again. Refreshing, even.

She sat back in her chair and waited.