Open RP: Failing a diplomacy check

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg sat in the Great Hall, having consumed a large bowl of stew and some ice cream. She was scowling, which was hardly a foreign expression on her face, as she attempted to compose an owl.

There were several problems with this plan. The first was that Meg's handwriting was well nigh illegible on the best of days. And also, she was owling Wolfram in an attempt to get back into his good graces. Unfortunately, diplomacy was not her strong suit. She was nearly tempted to scrap this whole idea and consult the experts, like, she wasn't sure, maybe Professor Kusuriyuri, who seemed to have exquisite politeness down to an art form, or maybe that Yukimura man, the one who'd said she reminded him of a friend of his. However, she was pretty sure Yukimura's friend didn't have difficulty writing a simple letter.

Her attempts at correspondence were wadded up around her, and her current effort read something like:

Dear Wolfram:

I don't know if they have Christmas in Shin Makoku, but it's a tradition here where people give gifts to each other. I have a few people I want to shop for, and I wanted to actually see London. But I didn't want to go by myself. Would you like to come with me?

The rest was an even worse mess of cross-outs and illegible scrawls, but the gist of it seemed to be:

I'm sorry about those horrible things I said.. And I'm sorry I embarrassed you in front of your uncle..

That actually sounded OK, and she had just composed all of that onto a fresh sheet of parchment when the end of her quill accidentally snapped off and she further bumped the inkwell with her elbow, spilling ink all over the parchment.

She made an unladylike growl of frustration and did her best to clean up the mess, though the result was far from perfect and still less than legible.

With a heavy sigh, she folded the latest disastrous attempt at a note into a paper airplane and cocked her arm to throw it. "This is stupid," she muttered, rather louder than she meant to. "Why am I bothering?"



It should be noted, in case anyone was paying attention, that there were people between Meg and the nearest wastebasket. And that Meg's aim was pretty disastrous so far, as evidenced by the fact that some of her earlier attempts of correspondence had obviously met a similar fate.

((As always, feel free to interrupt and/or offer advice, sympathy, or tough love.))

Returning home ((Closed RP, Mello, Near))

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I hadn't meant to be gone so long. It was only supposed to be long enough to allow Near to get some actual sleep instead of the naps he'd allow himself. Things...I had been doing better so he should have been able to sleep properly.

And...Matt showed up again. I really hadn't handled that well at all. I really wasn't sure how to handle it. I'm still not. I'm not even sure I want to tell Near, but I don't really see any way I can't tell him. How else could I explain where I've been for so long.

I mean, sure I could tell him I'd been with Kurama getting high, but he'd want to know why. He knows me well enough to know there would have to be a reason. And waking up with Kusu staring at me had been disconcerting, to say the least. I think Kurama got a kick out of watching me jump. After asking me a few questions, Kusu said I was fine and free to do as I pleased. Gee...thanks.

And, then, meeting up with old man Yagami and having him...what the hell was up with that? Maybe if I'd been in a better mood I would have drank with him before hexing him.

Probably not.

I stand outside our door a moment, wondering what I'll find when I open it. Will Near still be in bed, sleeping? Will he be playing again? Will he be mad at me? What will I find? Only one way to find out. I tap on the door lightly before slipping in.

Application for Unity (Discworld - Thief of Time)

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((This application contains spoilers for Thief of Time (including the character's name, unfortunately...) ))

A woman appeared in the Sorting Room.

This was not, of course, unusual, but the way she appeared was. Most new arrivals to Hogwarts turned up in one piece. They didn't start out as a strange disturbance in the air, and a stream of particles that swirled and twisted and eventually formed into a woman, who staggered slightly and grasped the edge of a chair to steady herself. "...oh," she said, quietly, and after a moment of apparent deep thought, "Oh, bugger."

Her name was Unity, and unlike most new arrivals she knew exactly what had happened to her, although she couldn't have explained the process to anyone not capable of thinking in eighteen dimensions.

She was pale, and dark-haired, and beautiful in a monochromatic, overly-symmetrical way that some humans found unnerving. She was also naked, to begin with. After a few seconds she noticed this and shook her head, frowning in concentration. More atoms rushed in from the corners of the room, forming themselves into a sequinned evening dress, and gloves, and a large feathered hat. There. That ought to be acceptable.

There was a form, on the table next to her.

If there was one thing Unity knew how to do, it was paperwork. In fact, there were many things she knew how to do, but paperwork was still definitely among them.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

A whole barrel of it ((Closed, Kusuriyuri/Kurama))

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama was sure that one of the reasons he didn't like gods and tended to try and stay away from them was because, for some inexplicable reason, they liked to use him as a little cat-toy. Bat him around a little here, let him think he's free for a minute, then start chewing on his head for a while.

It's starting to get old, and the string of his patience has been growing short. He was sick of working in the greenhouses, bored of staying in his office or his room, and not yet intrigued enough to start really exploring the castle. What he wanted now was to be around someone calming.

Kusuriyuri, of course, was the calmest person he knew. Kurama also adored spending time with him, so it was in search of the Medicine Peddler he went, first deciding to check his office.

He paused at the door and knocked politely, in case any students were in or Kusuriyuri was busy.

Flying Office Hours ((Open RP))

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Mister Weasley was holding his office hour, which were set at "Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays from after lunch until mid-afternoonish". Ron would thus be in his office until the weather changed or until he was hungry again.

( Quidditch: For Muggles Too! )

tea for two (closed RP for Wolfram and Waltorana von Bielefeld)

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Waltorana von Bielefeld had no trouble at all adjusting to the presence of house-elves. He simply wished they were not so hideous. He preferred the Bielefeld staff look their best always, all the Bielefeld staff, from guards to valets to plumbers. This might explain why the soldiers who sometimes escorted Wolfram between the Bielefeld castle and Blood Pledge Castle were practically a bishounen brigade.

Waltorana liked to surround himself with beauty.

Aside from the ugly little house-elf servants, Hogwarts did not displease Waltorana. It had a feudal ambience that suited him. He deemed it classic.

He had ordered house-elves to place bouquets of flowers all around the Hufflepuff common room -- the part of the common room that still looked like a common room and hadn't been repurposed into a "foodlibraries" under the aegis of former Puff prefect Toki Wartooth, that was. The concentration of bouquets was largest around the sitting area where Waltorana had ensconced himself for the afternoon. He had ordered a tea tray to be prepared, using the maryoku-fortified china he had brought from Shin Makoku (fortified in order to prevent breakage; this was not merely a measure against travel damage, but had been done long ago during Wolfram's childhood to protect most of the dishes). Plates of animal crackers and frosted cookies awaited Wolfram, along with some tea sandwiches of the sort Waltorana preferred (watercress). There were napkins embroidered with the Bielefeld crest.

As he awaited his nephew patiently among the flowers, Waltorana enjoyed a copy of Hogwarts: A History and some music. The music was played by a device of Anissina's invention, something like a portable phonograph, but with weird tubes running along the sides, and with the music embedded in crystals rather than wax or vinyl discs.

Currently he was listening to Shin Makoku's equivalent of Yanni.