[Application] Sunflora, from Pokemon Mystery Dungeon 2: Explorers of Time/Darkness

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[[OOC: For simplicity sake, the player and partner character will be referred to as Piplup and Chimchar, following the anime episode based on the game.]]

It was very unusual to see a sunflower curling up on a straw nest, catching a few more snoozes before Loudred woke her up with his noise.

Except...Loudred doesn't yell.

Sunflora picked up her head, and looked around.

"EEK!"

This wasn't the guild! Where was she?


( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

Open RP: Mel with the worry-stick in the library

[totallyluminous.livejournal.com]

The fact they have saved the world really ought to be a cause for celebration. A party in the Great Hall or something. None of them got injured, since there was no big brawl between the forces of good and evil, nothing that would look especially awesome in an action movie, just an angel in hand-painted basketball boots entreating a Navajo girl to start the chain reaction of caring around humans. So her training was wasted, but her friends were kept safe, and that's what matters.

Except they've been secretive and whispery since they got back--kind of like how she was acting before she told them she had to save the world, actually, is this some sort of retribution?--and have swanned off together today, leaving Mel to look after the dog, absent kissyface, bye now darling.

Well, the dog is sleeping now in their room and there is absolutely nothing else to do. She's not hungry, she can't take anything for a walk, she's between books at the moment; she had planned to go off on a daytrip to Heaven at some point, but she's lumbered with canine and the fact that's where Brice and Lola went to. Yeah, they're entitled to home visits as well, but when there have been some they're generally not so enclosed. What's the cause of it? Mel knows the answer normally to 'My best friend and boyfriend are acting really weird and spending most of their time together; she's his ex, by the way, what's going on?' However, they're angels. Cheating doesn't happen.

So what the Hell could it be? Mel, alone in the library near the door with a look on her face like she's doing calculus, is Concerned. Worried, maybe. Sit down and talk it out with her; it might help.

Closed RP: L and A

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

Time for a check in; L tries the mangosteen grove first, because it's nearest right now, and makes for the garden second, in search of A. He has a book under his arm, since it's been a little bit of time since they sat and read together quietly, and it seems like it's a nice day for it.

So he leans around one of the fruit trees and calls, quietly,

"Anybody home?"

Open RP by the lake.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

Matt's sitting on a rock by the side of the lake, smoking.

As far as he's aware, B is at the bottom of the lake, tied up in cat form. He doesn't realise that the other B has already rescued him, and he occasionally feels like... maybe he should do something. But what would he say? Accio B? Accio evil drowning cat? And what the hell would he do if it worked?

No. Smoking - and playing Guitar Hero on his DS - will need to do. It's probably for the best.

((OOC: I've been meaning to do this for a while, but I fail. /o\ Slightly backdated?))

closed RP (River and Simon Tam)

[superfraternal.livejournal.com]

The Popcorn Room seemed finally to have released its grip on Simon Tam. For a while there it'd been iffy going. Every time he thought he'd gotten free, he'd find himself right back where he started, shirtless and buttery amid the enshrined kernels of other unfortunates. Each iteration brought him a new interlocutor: a talking dog, a fashion disaster, a charming small child.

Finally, his sister had found him again.

( Will you live in the physical world? / Will you live in the physical world? / And explosions make debris and catching it kind of suits you / Well, it doesn’t suit me )