Open RP: Trick or treat... or just trick.

[makeminemayday.livejournal.com]

May had just gotten out of the shower after a workout, and was perusing her closet when she overheard the WART broadcast. She smirked when her request was played and as she puttered around, the smirk became devious.

( You woke up this morning / All the love has gone, / Your Papa never told you / About right and wrong. / But you're looking good, baby, / I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it) / Born under a bad sign / With a blue moon in your eyes )

((Without much else to do, Evil!May has gone out looking to steal, bully, harass, whatever. Is your window open? Is your room unwarded? She'll be in your base, looting through your stuff. Yes, the mun knows it's "in ur base" but can't stand chatspeak. Post a comment if you want an intrusion or a confrontation - just remember if you catch her in the act, she's not going to be contrite.))

Application for Selvetarm, Forgotten Realms

[spiderthatwaits.livejournal.com]

((Spoilers for the first book of the Lady Penitent trilogy, and some mild ones for War of the Spider Queen))

( Abyss take me? It already has… but where? )

He glanced around once more and waited. He was well used to that.

[Open RP] EPIC DOGFIGHT.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Woe be to ye that went into Ravenclaw. Wishbone's heard the WART.

And it's turned him from a sweet dog that reads books to a mean snarling dog that looks at porno.

But there is no porn! And Wishbone's positive someone stole it.

And he's ready to rip a new hole in the next person that comes in.

Semi-open RP: A slight breather... relatively speaking. (For Brenda and Lola, open to gawkers)

[bantersucks.livejournal.com]

((Takes place exactly one hour after this encounter, although for Jaime it's been maybe a second or two. Mainly for Brenda and Lola, open to non-combatants or people who just want to gawk. He needs a break from the violence.))

Despite all the chaos, the Gryffindor common room was oddly quiet and empty. At the moment, most of the fighting was taking place elsewhere in the castle. Apparently, this extreme amount of peace and quiet violated some unspoken law of Hogwarts, which was probably why the guy in blue and black armor suddenly appeared about ten feet above the couch. He landed on the couch with a heavy thud, the furniture protesting under his weight and some stuffing bursting from the seams.

The impact seemed to jar him back into consciousness, and Jaime lifted his head, blinking as he took in his surroundings. Gryffindor. He was in Gryffindor. And with his luck, it was probably like a decade later.

"You can turn off now, man," he rasped, his throat feeling raw from screaming. "Nobody here. Just us." He tried and failed to shut it off, and the scarab wasn't helping. Groaning, Jaime put his head back down again. He would get up. Had to keep moving.

...Just as soon as the room stopped spinning.