::Open RP - Welcome to the Confusion!::

[hikikomoriways.livejournal.com]

So, the talking hat (which was somehow more intimidating than a talking fridge) had placed Satou in Ravenclaw. The trouble was,he had no idea what that meant, and the bizarre little bug-eyed big-eared creatures he'd seen scuttling around unnerved him too much to try and ask.

He had, however, taken Kurama's promise of free room and board to heart, and a bit of wandering had lead him to the Great Hall, which happened to have a modest buffet laid out. Jackpot! Before anyone could tell him he couldn't, he took a plate and began piling on fish and chips (mostly fish).

That was the board part seen to. Now he needed to sort out the room.

Starscream, Transformers

[dc-starscream.livejournal.com]

((Physical appearance and alternate modes (Cybertronian jet, Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor fighter jet) are taken from the 2007 movie and tie-in comics/novel, and I'm basing his personality on the same. Abilities and history will be pulled from several sources or invented as necessary, since the many different continuities of Transformers don't mesh coherently.))

That was the thing about living technology and magic. Without precise adjustments, allowances, and most importantly the right knowledge, they aren't going to gel. And the thing about being a giant alien robotic lifeform from another planet and the wizarding world not having an electronic worldwide network to hack into? Meant Starscream wasn't prepared when his engines abruptly cut out right as he was flying over Hogwarts in his F-22 Raptor jet mode. What a Decepticon was doing cruising through the wizarding world in the first place, and how he'd even managed to get there, was anyone's guess.

Starscream's landing was hardly graceful in his half-transformed state. He'd hoped to hit the ground on his feet, but with his systems malfunctioning due to the anti-technology field that surrounded Hogwarts, it was impossible. A massive trench was left in his wake, beginning on Hogwarts grounds and extending a ways into the Forbidden Forest, leaving the trees unfortunate enough to be in his path utterly decimated. Starscream himself fared much better, thanks to his incredible armor plating.

Whirring and grinding and the high-pitched squeal of metal scraping metal went on for several moments before the Decepticon was fully transformed out of his jet mode and into his robotic mode, his head vaguely resembling a samurai's kabuto, the rest of his body barely humanoid in appearance. The hiss of exhaust and the low thrumming of his weapons systems on stand-by mode continued as he made his way toward the castle.

( [garbled static] )

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

Closed RP: Nymph for a Day (Oly, Wednesday)

[hopalongmcgurk.livejournal.com]

((May turn NWS. You were warned.))

( My head used to swim from the perfume I smelled/ My hands kinda fumbled with her white plastic belt/ I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt/ She'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine. )

You'd like to do what to me? ((Closed for Bond and Vesper))

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

Out of the blue, an owl winged its way to Vesper one quiet afternoon.

Vesper,

I'm impressed by the depths of your imagination, but I can't believe you'd put such things in a letter. Really, what if someone else had gotten it? I'm sure they'd be shocked by what creative things you'd like to do to me. Even I'm mildly surprised. Suggesting the library was a good touch, but I think we should discuss these things in person.

James

owl to Lezard Valeth from the Sorting Hat

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

Dear Lezard Valeth,

You have been assigned a roommate! One of our newest Slytherin students, Griffin, will be moving into your lair of iniquity. Better shove over some of your zany mad-scientist equipment and make some room, bub!

Forever amber,
Sorting Hat the Wise

PS. There is no court of appeals.