Unofficial prefect elections betting pool!

[hopalongmcgurk.livejournal.com]

A notebook appears on a table in the Great Hall next to a large box inscribed with colorful and also highly magical-looking runes.

The first page of the notebook reads:

This is the betting pool for this year's prefect nominations. On the next page you will find a list of the nominees. Please write your name down next to the person you are hoping wins the election, then write down the amount you are betting. Please place the money in the conveniently available box beside this notebook. Note that any attempt to absc ond with money already in the box or to take the box in any way will result in a nasty electrical shock. That's what's so cool about runes.

The next page contains a list of the current nominees


OOC: Just leave your character's name, the name of who they're betting on, and the amount they're betting in the comments to this post. Please remember that betting results may not reflect actual votes during the polls. Your characters also need not bet on people from their own houses if they don't want to.

[Closed RP, Basher, Harkonnen] Supply and Demand

[cockneysplosive.livejournal.com]

Well. He did manage most everything.

Basher surveyed his room to make sure he got everything.

22 AK-47s (he had tried to get two more but that deal fell through)

An M47 Dragon (it had been the best he could do, rocket launcher wise)

Both crates of the M67s, two crates of the MK3A2s, and six individual incendiary grenades.

And of course, ammo for the above.

All in all, Bash was satisfied with his haul and was sure the Baron would be as well. So with the aid of the shrinking spell, Basher put them in a secure case and went to his office, knocking.

Application: Bucky Katt from Get Fuzzy

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A small Siamese cat walked into the Sorting Room.

On two feet. Wearing a backpack almost as big as he was. And he wore a green tie that covered most of his face and shoulders and dragged on the floor behind him.

"All right! Bucky Katt is here! Now bring on the Sorting Hat and put me in Slytherin." He waited, tail twitching. Nothing happened. He sniffed, adjusted his tie (green for Slytherin! He came prepared) and clambered up on the table. Hm. Paper. Should he chew on it? No, there were things written on it. Maybe it was a welcome letter to the illustrious Bucky Katt. He plopped his butt down on the table (and only just resisted the urge to sit on the parchment; paper with words written on is a virtual magnet for cat butts), cleared his throat, and started to read.

( I'm not closed-minded. You're just wrong. )

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