Application for Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)

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When Roy Mustang found himself in a small room with nothing but a desk and chair, and what appeared to be paperwork littered across the top of the desk, he didn't let it bother him too much. Perhaps he had taken a wrong turn somewhere, but he wasn't one to worry.

( Of course there would be more paperwork )

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

Owl to Deety Long

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( Warded to turn into a very realistic model of a dragon if read by someone else - as in tries-to-bite-your-fingers-off realistic )

open RP for all the school (opt-in): The Hat throws a 'party'. A sweatshop party.

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Fliers were posted all around the school, announcing:

WINTER HOLIDAY PARTY
IN THE GREAT HALL

13 DECEMBER, 7 PM

LIVE MUSIC
INTOXICATING BEVERAGES
BRING A DISH* TO SHARE!

*A food dish, not slang for an attractive female


The Sorting Hat was sure this would sound immensely appealing to everyone. After all, this was Hogwarts. Everyone loved a good party.

What the Hat hadn't written (or rather, commanded Dictaquills to write) on the fliers was that the 'live music' was a karaoke machine, the 'intoxicating beverages' were cans of Red Bull, and the promise of a potluck was just a ploy to lend verisimilitude to the idea there was a real party going on.

Inside the Great Hall, the hapless partygoers would find not balloons and confetti, but tables reconfigured into a factory sweatshop setup. There were sewing machines; there were markers and paper and paint; there was, incredibly, glass-blowing equipment; and there were house-elf foremen armed with the cattle prods the Hat had formerly employed back during its family values kick.

The Hat had a plan. The plan was to get rich quick by manufacturing cheap unlicensed Chudley Cannons merchandise and sell it at little stands in Diagon Alley and on platform 9 3/4 King's Cross Station. Unpaid slave labor would totally come in handy, and the Hat would need most of the house elves to actually hawk the merchandise. This was where the Hogwarts students would come in very handy!

Needless to say, once a partygoer entered the Hall, they would not be allowed to leave, much less send owls or any other form of warning to people who hadn't yet arrived. They would be at the Hat's mercy! Mwahahaha!

(Actually they would be at the mercy of armed house elves acting on the Hat's instructions, since the Hat itself couldn't be bothered, and would rather hang around the Sorting Room extorting bribes from applicants.)



(( Happy HHversary! You may NPC house elves instructing characters on how to make Chudley Cannons t-shirts, posters, stained glass window-ornaments, whatever. ))

OOC announcement

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It's the second anniversary of hogwarts_hocus! Confetti and cupcakes all around, and much love for all the players who have made this comm the bastion of cracky fun it is.

This year the HHversary is more lowkey. We do have a schoolwide RP up for those who'd like. The major thing we're announcing, though, is that we've acted on player suggestions to create an out-of-character community for plotting and other game-related communication:

h_h_ooc !

We've been reluctant to do this for a while, because we know OOC communities/forums can become serious wank generators in other games. Therefore we've devised some ground rules we want to keep clear from the outset. It's not that we anticipate problems. We're sure y'all can stay mellow and don't want to cause us headaches. But we want to make it clear exactly what this comm is for and what it isn't for. It is for coordinating plots, introducing yourself, posting fanworks, letting people know you're going on hiatus -- all that good stuff. It's not for fangirling or dissing one another or one another's characters/plots. We remain firmly committed to our policy of "don't like, don't read."

That having been said, we definitely see the need for a comm where people can communicate OOCly without having to e-mail around or delve into IRC. Some people don't have IRC access; others just aren't on IRC that often. We still love our IRC channel (and encourage you to join it -- #hogwarts_hocus on esper.net, baybee!) but man does not live by IRC alone.

So. Membership to the OOC comm is now officially open! You don't have to join it. You don't have to friend it. But if you want to, you can. It's where stuff like hiatus announcements and awesome pictures of Homsar will now go.

Happy anniversary, hogwarts_hocus! Happy anniversary to you! Also, happy unbirthday.

Open RP: A Little Morning Singing.

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((For more information about Lucia day, go here. For a complete, approximate translation of the song in the video, go here. Who said RPs weren't educational?))

It was December 13th, and it was very, very early in the morning. In the Gryffindor common room, silence roamed.

For now.

Pippi had been busy for a few days now. Mostly she had been in the kitchen, baking and preparing for this day, which was a rather big day where she came from. Now she was ready enough. She had taken her hair out of their braids, which she only did on important events such as this, and it would have stood out like a lion's mane around her head if she hadn't been wearing a Lucia crown pressing it down. She was dressed in one of her dad's old night shirts, which she'd needed to put up with safety pins to keep from dragging on the floor, and was very pleased with the way she was capable of striding in it. It looked very Lucia, she thought.

She'd made a large pot of coffee, charmed by House-elves to never run out, and had loaded a huge tray full of saffron buns and ginger snaps. Home-baked of course. Now she was completely ready to spread Christmas joy through the castle, and nothing was going to stop her!

Pippi was alone in her parade. She'd tried to coach Mr. Nilsson into joining, had even made him a little star boy hat to wear so he wouldn't feel left out, but the monkey had no inclination to sit on her shoulder when she had burning candles on her head, and had opted for sleep instead. Ah well.

The girl hoisted up her tray without difficulty and started singing. And although there was only one of her, she sang loudly enough for several.

"Night walks with a heavy step / Round yard and hearth / As the sun departs from earth / Shadows are brooding..."

((If you want to have Pippi wake your character up with loud singing and coffee and saffron buns in bed at some ungodly hour, or just meet her parading in the corridors, then comment! She's going to walk around the entire castle with her tray.))