Happy "Cthulhu Day"! (Open RP)

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((The Shoggies have decided it is 'Cthulhoo Day' because in the HPL story "The Call of Cthulhu, April 25th is the date on which Cthulhu woke up to munch on a few fishermen. None of the food at the party is necessarily hexed, unless you feel like your characters finding something a house-elf got creative with, or any magical products the Shoggies might have brought back from Hogsmeade. Your characters don't have to interact with the Shoggies if they don't want to, of course. =D They're just all over the tower, since there's lots of them.))

((Gets NSFW by the end of the Dethklok sub-thread.))

The Shoggies weren't usually aware of dates, but, they were sensitive to the stars and their varying degrees of rightness. And, today, Shoggy 10 awoke from whatever dreams it was that Shoggies had during whatever it was that passed for Shoggy sleep. "Oh my Great Cthulhoo!" it announced loudly, waking Shoggies 3, 4.6, and 18, who all simultaneously popped out of their drawers and annouced, "It's Cthulhoo Day!" For, the Shoggies had all realized that on this date 85 years ago, sunken R'lyeh had briefly arisen, and Great Cthulhu had eaten a few fishermen. This was a day to celebrate! "We gots to have a party!" insisted Shoggy 3, and the others agreed enthusiastically. They squelched down from their drawers and set out to find the rest of the Hogwarts Shoggies.

It was only a couple hours later that the first of the weird signs started appearing in the halls. Shoggies 3, 4.6, 10, and 18 had suggested to the others that they use construction paper and paint to make their party announcements, since it would be faster than carving them out of stone, and so, they had. The signs were all quite colourful, and had been decorated with paintings of a corpulent, squid-headed creature with small wings, often shown with a handful of tiny little men splattered in red paint, and the words 'yum yum'. The signs all said basically the same thing, and it was evident from the grammar that Toki and Skwisgaar's Shoggies had done most of the lettering. The lettering was quite crude, as, Shoggies were used to complicated hieroglyphs, and not the simplistic shapes of the alphabet.

IT IS CTHULHOO DAY! Comes to our party and celebrates!

The party is ats Andy's McGraw Tower ons the grounds.

Comes when it gets dark! Brings a sacrifice if you wants!

Don't worry, we cans say Fhtagn right!

There wills be chickens and beer and candy and sandwiches ands other foods.

It'll be SOOO COOL!


By early evening, the Shoggies had everything ready for the party, and gathered it all together at the unholy version of McGraw tower which had graced the campus since they'd transported it from the past for Andy's Christmas present. ( Read more... )

Application: Sherlock Holmes - The Works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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(ooc: I cannot BELIEVE no one has tried this before me. Perhaps, because it is such a daunting task . . . ah, well, I'll give it my best shot as someone already claimed Turlough I have no choice.) ( This seems like a good distraction from the monotony of life . . . )

Sadako's Gift ((open rp, Ravenclaw's sauna, March Hare))

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The March Hare made it to Ravenclaw's sauna with some assistance by some professors and a house elf or two. He popped his head around the door and was buffeted by steam. He coughed and spluttered. He disrobed and wrapped a purple towel around his waist. He padded into the sauna, placing his clothes in the corner. The sauna was empty so the clink seemed especially loud. The Hare looked down at his musical clothes to find the source of the sound. He rummaged through his trousers and found a vial of amber liquid, half-empty. It took him a while to remember where he had seen it, then it was obvious.

That woman in the Sorting room, erhm, ah, Sa-Sadako? But what had it done?

His mind had been to involved in finding tea, that most memories of that room had been blacked out or replaced. He popped it's stopper and smelt it, it smelt rather tangy but otherwise delicious. He took a stronger sniff. The act felt oddly like deja vu. He downed the amber liquid, dropped the empty vial on his clothes and stepped up the slight stairs and seated himself on the bench. The water was added and the steam enveloped the wooden construct with a fssst.

When the steam settled the March Hare was no longer a Hare. He had sprouted human appendages and lost a great deal of his fur mass. He adopted a slender, muscular form that was of a fair complexion. His hair was shaggy, unkempt and a brassy colour. His tan ears were still visible, protruding from under his mop of hair. He stared for a long time at his human hands, and at the towel around his waist that seemed to have shrunk.

Oh, nu.

((OOC: The affects of the amber liquid will last until 03 April, 11:44pm.))