Open Rp: Library

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

L seems to live in here, these days, but he was sorted into Ravenclaw.  We all saw it coming.

Besides, he has specific things to research now, and for a specific purpose.  If anyone thinks the twenty year old, curled awkwardly in his seat, delicately handling a book of defensive spells and mild curses should be convinced to direct his attention in more peaceful directions... well, you can take it up with him if you want to.

Until then, he will continue to make notes.  What the incantation is, what it does, and how to block it, on a nearby piece of parchment, with a sugar quill (wonderful invention) which he is occasionally chewing on, distractedly.

Application for William Murderface (Metalocalypse)

[notarybassist.livejournal.com]

(cleared with the other Metalocalypse muns)

Mordhouse was really a sucky place to be alone in. Yeah he could piss in all the
corners and could use passing cars on the expressway for target practice
without that dick manager flapping his tongue about “potential lawsuit.” He could
even free ball in the Jacuzzi without getting any crap for it.

But it was getting too quiet. As much as he hated his bandmates, Murderface
realized he could never truly be away from them for too long without getting
lonely. It was a definite moment of truth. A few rings of a few contacts
(and Tom Sizemore was a huge help) and a few bribed Brazilian witch
doctors later, he was entering the sorting room at Hogwarts.

A short man with a beer gut, overly curly brown hair, and a thick
moustache wearing a blue t-shirt, black shorts, combat boots, and a
black vest approached the table with the application. He stuck a large
knife into the table before giving the application a serious look over.

( Can you do me a favor and have a great day )

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

OWLS. CAUSE I SAID.

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

( Owl to Octavian )

( Owl to Near )

owl to Tako the octopus

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

Beowulf had been thinking about the love advice Howl gave him.

Thinking did not come easily to Beowulf.

It took him a while to decide he might as well act on the foppishly dressed newcomer's suggestions. (Just about anything not made of leather, chainmail, or fur qualified as foppish in Beowulf's book.) What did he have to lose? The respect of a monster? He had already won Tako's favor with a gift of boozey chocolates. Now he could move in for the kill, as it were.

Carefully he wrote out a letter to Tako:

DEAR TAKO,

DO YOU LIKE RUGBY? WOULD YOU LIKE RUGBY WITH ME?

BEOWULF

After some internal debate, he decided to hold off on adding the 'hugs and kisses' part, for now.