I wonder, I Wanda, I wander ((open RP, halls))

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

L has always had a very good sense of direction. It has proved useful in a number of situations, and no doubt that will be the case here as well.

But Hogwarts is doing it's level best at giving him a run for his money. The staircases do change. He is fairly certain the library is not exactly where it was, when Matt showed it to him a few days ago. He has certainly not found the door they were searching for, either. He cannot use paintings as stable land marks. There may (or may not) be secret passageways behind tapestries.

It's fully possible that it's not entirely safe to find out.

Which is why the detective is wandering the hallways, with one hand (two fingers) trailing delicately along the wall.

Unpopcorning of Roxas

[relentlesssoul.livejournal.com]

Pop!

The confused look on Roxas' face was something he would have given anything to see for himself at the moment, granted that he was able to see anything at all. Unfortunately he was covered from head to toe in a ridiculously large heap of... popcorn? The blonde boy stood awkwardly, brushing the buttery flakes off of his clothes.

"This must be a dream," he thought to himself, unable to comprehend why or how he managed to get into this situation. In fact, he couldn't remember for the life of him what he was doing before he got himself into this situation. Was he... dead? No, that's not plausible if he was dead he would be in a room full of sea-salt ice cream not popcorn.

The boy grunted, unsure of what to do with himself at the moment. After racking his brain for what seemed like ages and coming to no significant conclusions as to where he was or how he got there, he decided to stop thinking all together. He did a quick 360, turning around to glance at each one of the four stone walls towering over his small form. And that's when it hit him, across the room was a door! To what, he was absolutely unsure, but then again Roxas was used to going through doors like those.

He walked, somewhat cautiously before he came face-to-face with the thing he was not sure terrified him, or would answer all his new questions. He stood for a moment, contemplating whether or not to open it, but that didn't last very long. The smell of butter was getting to him and all this food was reminding him of ice cream again.

He heaved a sigh, and turned the knob stepping through the door and into the unknown

Tomo educates the deprived masses of Hogwarts!

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In a rare flash of insight, it had occurred to Tomo that a lot of the castle's occupants were sadly unaware of important events and holidays and such. And since one such important event was coming up, she took it upon herself to educate the general populace on the phenomenon that was White Day.

( So of course the school was plastered with fliers. )

((For those of you wondering what the point of this was aside from Tomo using it as an excuse to scam chocolate off of people... her mun is lazy and doesn't want to have Tomo going around and constantly explaining it. That way lies madness and nonsense and me dropping threads even more than usual. No tagging required here as the mun is VERY tired from midterm - you can react to the flyer, but Tomo won't see it. The point of this will become clear on Friday.))

Application for John Amsterdam: New Amsterdam

[400-years-young.livejournal.com]

The dog entered the Sorting Room first, followed by a leash, followed by a tall man in a black coat being dragged behind. "Six, knock it off!" the man said, with an accent somewhere between Noo Yawk and European. He let the leash slide from his hand and the dog took off to sniff out the corners off the room.

John Amsterdam was familiar with many different styles of architecture, but his specialty was in high-rises, not castles. He was also pretty sure that the neighborhood he'd just been end did not end with a dark stony room. Was this a hallucination? A trick?

The walls felt real enough. The door into the room felt real, and also felt very, very locked. It didn't move an inch when he rattled the handles. John eyed the crack between the doors, but he couldn't see a latch or a bolt where he might be able to slide a credit card through. It wasn't bolted into the floor, either. He checked.

There was a table and chair in the center of the room. He grabbed the chair to use as a makeshift ladder when he noticed the quill on the table. Swan feather, definitely. That must have been expensive. He'd always used goose feathers.

((If you've seen the commercials, this application is spoiler-free.))

( Not everyone could afford swan feathers, you know. )

((The pilot episode is free on iTunes right now.))

::Closed RP for L and Near::

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

With Mello out, the room was quiet.

Not that Near objected. In fact, it was something of a relief. His feelings for Mello were strong and complicated, and having a bit of a break to read some of the many tomes on magic he'd taken from the library was extremely welcome.

Or, as he was doing now, to practice some of the exercises therein.

Just now, for instance, he was levitating the pillows, making them whirl and dance in a circle over his head. It was like juggling without using his hands... tricky, and perhaps not terribly useful just yet, but oh, it could lead to useful applications indeed.