Hiatus, hopefully a short one

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So, to make a long hellish story short, I'm moving from two downstairs rooms in my parents' house to one upstairs room, to make room for sister and nephew to move in. Packing! Is! Fun!

Tonight I'll be unhooking my main computer - the one with AIM installed on it - and will be using my netbook for temporary surfing/posting purposes at hotspots. At some point the whole house will be without Internet, as we're getting Comcast out to rewire all the hookups. My hope is that everything will have shaken out by next week, and I'll tag in whenever possible from wifi spots.

This affects: Laura Palmer, Ian Malcolm, Carrie White, Dawnstar, Delenn, Starman, Vesper Lynd, Sidney Reilly, M and Tony Stark. Sorry about this gang.

Interview with Severus [Open to people inHospital Wing]

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It's early in the morning. Let's call it 6:30. Igor showed up at the hospital wing, muttering to himself.

"I am not just an Igor. I will not cringe. Cringing only embarasses people. I will let the cringe pass through me because I am an assertive, confident man seeking a job and not merely an Igor."

All the magic was starting to unsettle him. He took a deep breath. The door was already open, showing an office.

((The Hypocratic oath? What's that?))
((I know this is posted during the week when people are busy, but I thought I'd go ahead and do it.))

Richard Roma, Glengarry Glen Ross

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Well. Wasn't this interesting? A real fun fest.

Ricky Roma took stock of the room, no hurry but not missing anything, not if he could help it. Not looking anything beyond self-assured. Hell, he knew what he was about. And you never let your guard down. Especially not with a group like this. What in - What in the hell was this nutjob operation? Bunch of fruits, from what Roma could tell. Looked like some of them might've stepped out of some spaceship or fucking kid's book, for all he could tell. What the hell.

Might be worth a laugh, anyway. While he was here. And at least they looked like interesting nutjobs. A few good-looking ones, too. That almost brought a grin. Sure, this was going to be a... an experience. And maybe he'd meet a few looking to buy property, or willing to be talked into buying property. Christ knew what kind of property anyone had around here, but he had some brochures, and if Ricky Roma knew himself - he did, thoroughly - he be able to talk some sucker into buying.

Good, all right, wonderful. There was a plan. And why the hell not? Didn't look like there was anything else to do, anyway.


( So, what? Just a bunch of questions? Sure, I've got answers for you. )

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


((OOC: And this-person apologizes for Roma's, er, abrasive, crude, potentially offensive [pick a term, pick several terms] mode of speech. And possibly behavior. He's kind of an asshole like that, sometimes. Comes with the living? Anyway, yes, thank you David Mamet and Glengarry Glen Ross, and here are my apologies also for any destruction of Roma's character. Erk. YEP. Also-gracias to a-person for sideways recalling the fact of this community's most rad existence. And, er, otherwise... don't know when-all I'll be around, but Roma likes to talk, so what the hell. Shall see.))

[Application:] Francis Bonnefoy, Axis Powers Hetalia

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When Francis left the bathroom, he was humming La Mairseillais to himself and smiling. His dress shirt (blue, like his eyes), was untucked and unbuttoned on the top, revealing thin curls of blond chest hair. His tie was undone and draped around his neck. He smelled vaguely of expensive cologne.

The Frenchman continued to hum and smile as he took a few steps forward, oblivious to his surroundings. However as he zipped up the fly of his dress pants (red, to match the design in his tie) and looked up, his face immediately fell into a puzzled frown. Now, he knew government buildings were big but he was sure Alfred’s White House did not look like the inside of a castle. In fact, he was pretty certain Alfred didn’t have many castles to begin with (that was Arthur’s department). Francis crossed his arms and rubbed the stubble on his chin. He glanced behind him and, sure enough, there was no bathroom. He swallowed, trying to keep the nerves from writhing in his stomach, and looked forward again. There was definitely something strange going on.

Mumbling to himself in French, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek red cell phone. He opened it, expecting the screen to light up and show him the date and the time, but nothing happened.

“Merde”, he cursed under his breath, and shook his phone. It did nothing to help, so he dropped it back into his pocket with a sigh. Looking around, he noticed a desk a short distance away from him. He glanced again over his shoulder before walking over to the desk.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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


[WARNING: The thread with Francis and Roderich is now NSFW.]

[Open RP] Catgirl!Turlough

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[[Set immediately after the frog shower]]

Well, after leaving Lezard with barely veiled threats and a detention merited out, Turlough stomped off, which looked MUCH better now that Turlough was a girl.

A catgirl, to be precise.

She was pissed, and oddly enough craving chocolate. Also, she needed to make sure Lezard reversed this, like hell is Turlough spending the rest of his life as a maid-catgirl.