Where have you been hiding? ((closed RP, Mikami, Yukimura))

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They had agreed to meet regularly for practice, that much Yukimura was sure of. And, yet, Mikami had missed several sessions. Yukimura was waiting again in the Room of Requirement, waiting for Mikami to appear as he went through a kata to pass the time.

Mikami wasn't safe, yet. Karasu was interested in him and Mikami still had much to learn, much practice before Yukimura would feel comfortable that the man could defend himself effectively.

Once he finished the kata and Mikami had not appeared. It was enough time already. Yukimura asked one of the house elves to take him to Mikami's room. He would find the elusive man and make sure he was alright, establish that he was still safe.

As he knocked, he called out, "Mikami-san, it is me, Yukimura."

Riddles In The Dark ((Closed RP, Starscream, Jasper, possible cameo appearances?))

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A deep, rolling rumble and accompanying tremor throughout the immediate area announced Starscream's landing near the lake. Waves rippled across the water's surface, and the clear night sky reflected there was obscured for several moments as the sentient robot stood, towering, heated exhaust curling upward in pale streams from his back. To creatures such as the carbon-based insects of Earth with their weak eyesight, the red glow of his optics would help distinguish some of his facial features from the surrounding darkness, and the intermittent sparks issuing from his midsection would provide a dim impression of his size.

The nearest being he detected produced now familiar readouts — the unusual one who had shown no signs of having difficulty seeing in the dark during any of their previous nighttime encounters, and who was decidedly not human. Or not anymore. Starscream was still in the process of solving that riddle himself, since he was too arrogant to admit to his ignorance and simply ask the pseudo-insect what he was.

But the boy was unimportant at the moment.

Starscream lowered into his habitual crouch. A steady, muted electronic hum filled the silence as he scanned through the latest torrents of collected data. He'd recently left Earth again for purposes known only to himself, and that secrecy wasn't likely to change anytime soon. It would only invite unwanted complications.

An Assembly Such As This...AGAIN? or, Mr. Darcy Unpops

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Fitzwilliam Darcy had been having a wonderful dream. He had wed his lovely Elizabeth and taken her away to Pemberley far, far from his new in-laws. She had become both mother and sister to Georgianna and helped heal the blow That Cad dealt his dear sister's heart. Bingley and Miss Jane were their frequent visitors; Miss Lydia Bennet had to be set down for some reason he couldn't quite remember, but Elizabeth, Jane and Georgianna between them had salvaged much of Miss Catherine Bennet's character through their kinship...

********POP!**********

Darcy awoke on a cold stone floor, clothing drenched in butter. He exclaimed in disgust and quickly shucked off his topcoat and blouse, which he then tried to use as a cleaning rag. Managing, of course, only to make matters worse (and slipperier).

He looked around the room, and recognized the heraldic tapestries on the wall. Ravenclaw. Gryffindor. This is Hogwarts. Darcy remembered being here before, but it all seemed as a dream, a dream that was fast slipping away from his mind...

((Hi ho! Laura Palmer-mun here, back at last from hiatus, and unpopping my exact same previous Mr. Darcy from the '95 P&P miniseries with Colin Firth. He remembers the Basic Hogwarts Setup but not much of his experiences here, since most of the chars he met before are popped now. For simplicity's sake we'll say this is chronologically well after Zombie Hunter Lizzy departs the Popcorn Room. Come say howdy to the poor mortified gent!))

Open RP: at the department of forgotten wands

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An encounter with Albus Dumbledore in the hallway had turned Mr. Wednesday's thoughts to the vagaries of spring. Huginn and Muninn ranged as far as San Francisco, to alight upon the shoulder of a certain voluptuous lady. Dumbledore had been warbling Chaucer set to music: Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote / The droghte of March hath perced to the rote ...

Spring had sprung, to counterfeit an old tired phrase; and with it, Wednesday had noticed, a spurt of new arrivals infused the school with fresh blood. They'd likely be the same ragtag refugees that the Sorting Room usually sucked in. They'd need wands.

Wednesday kept an old shoebox full of abandoned and forgotten wands, the detritus of the popcorned. He thought there were probably practice-wands and spare wands from the school's earlier days as a respectable boarding school, too. He hadn't bothered categorizing them or even straightening out the jumble. If anyone wanted a wand, he or she was welcome to rummage through.

However, Wednesday hadn't been in the Sorting Room much lately, so he hadn't made this clear to any of the new students, let alone the unpopcorned.

Accordingly, he sent out fliers to be posted in the school's various common areas. House elves tacked them up wherever might be convenient; Wednesday felt the elves were likelier to know which places those might be, and did not specify anyplace in particular.

The fliers all read:

NEED A MAGIC WAND*?

COME TO THE ANCIENT RUNES OFFICE.

THE WAND YOU FIND MAY NOT BE EXACTLY RIGHT,
BUT THE PRICE** IS.


* The sort that's made of a tree branch and is used to cast spells, not the sort about which the Anglo-Saxons enjoyed composing riddles

** free of charge

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(( NB: Here is information on wands, from the Lexicon, if you are unfamiliar with the Potterverse :)

Also note, if you just want to pick up a wand for your character and you have no need to interact with Mr. Wednesday, it's fine to handwave having picked out a wand. Leave an OOC comment if you have questions. ))