Closed RP: Octavian and a case of mistaken identity in the library

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

Since returning from her mission and deciding one should really be more angelly if they've got that sort of responsibility now, Mel headed to the library after her run with Lola. In which she hadn't let on anything about her current target to her soulmate. Mel still feels bad about that, to be honest.

But the way she can say sorry is by not shirking her duty or trying to run and hide from the universe. It only tends to catch up with you. Mel's parked on her celestial bum in the library, making her way slowly through a pile of texts on famous battles, wizarding and otherwise. And defensive spellbooks, just in case. After this, she plans to meditate and be sickeningly good.

If a casual observer were to look in her direction, they'd see a shiny head of black hair occasionally bobbing up to put a book into a particular pile or dip a quill in ink. Nothing really differentiates her from her Dark side at this moment in time...

::Open RP: House of Cards::

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Still stinging from that tense... was it really an argument, or something else?... with Matt an Mello, Near had wandered down to the library with the intent of studying.

He gave up the seventeenth time he caught himself reading the table of contents of Wilson's Apotropaics.

But he had thought to put several decks of cards (tarot cards, at that!) into his pockets, and what better way to calm his mind than to build a house of cards?

He made his way to the Great Hall and found an empty corner away from any doors, and started stacking.

Application: Starman, Justice Society/Legion of Super-Heroes

[unluckiest-star.livejournal.com]

A black-and-white blur flies into the Sorting Room from a flash of light, and lands at the applications table. The man is clad in a shimmering black bodysuit and full face mask that looks like a field of stars, and white boots and gloves. He is humming a jaunty tune.

"Wow, that was fun! I love a rainy night! I miss my dreamer already, but it's good to be hom-"

He stops and looks around. "Doctor? Nurse? Hello? Anyone?" He looks around the room some more. "I don't think we're in Opal City anymore, Proty..."

Then he spots the dictaquill, recording his every word, and laughs a little too loudly. "Computo, you scamp, is that you?" He pulls the application form out, the quill fighting him all the way, and both reads and answers the questions aloud. The quill records his replies on the next form down.
( Ha! 52! )

"I'd give you a piece of my mind but I - I'm not sure I've got them all. I think I left a few back at Legion HQ. Hope Computo hasn't thrown 'em out." He scrabbles at the hem of a glove and pulls out a small package. "I have gum! Oh, and I can get you the Flash's autograph. Either Flash! Maybe Superman's if he's not still mad at me?"

He looks around the room. "Can I have my pills now? Four colors. Gotta have 'em all!"

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _starman_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _starman_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _starman_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _52!_

((I'm taking Starman from the end of the Lightning Saga, after the end of Justice League of America #10 and before the opening of Justice Society of America #7. Also, this message has been approved by h_h's own Brainiac 5.))