Application: James T. Kirk

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There was a flash of light, and a man appeared suddenly in the room.  Youngish and fairish, he appeared extremely charming, or at least the sort of man who thought he was.  At the moment, however, he was rather befuddled.  "Not another transporter accident," he muttered to himself, and looked around.  Located in the center of the room was a sheet of some papery substance, an old-fashioned quill pen hovering over it. 

"What's this, then?" he asked aloud, looking it over.  To his surprise, the pen copied his words down on the paper.  He examined the sheet more closely.  It was a questionnaire of some sort, though he didn't know what kind asked about cheese.  Rather cautiously, he began to fill it out...
( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

Application: Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)

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((Terezi is completely blind, and can canonically smell and taste colors in enough definition to read printed text and computer screens. She will probably smell people, especially those with distinctive color schemes, but will not lick without ooc permission.))

Terezi must have stumbled into a gate or something, although she couldn't imagine how she could have missed the scent of the teal spirograph. And she hadn't the foggiest idea where she was, either - the walls were flat and grey as the facilities in the veil, but on closer inspection, the architecture seemed closer to that of Prospit. Or Derse, she supposed; her friends had said that the dark planet was similar to the light in most respects besides color. There was no scent of yellow or purple here, though, so that couldn't be the case.

Anyway, there was also no sign of any underlings or agents - or other trolls, for that matter. Just a few oddly pink-smelling people who didn't seem to be paying her any mind. They didn't seem hostile, at least.

Finding the table, Terezi picked up a copy of the application, running it under her nose. Was that really what it said? She gingerly licked the lines of text, and shrugged. It did seem to be. Terezi grabbed the quill and began filling out the sheet, with messy capital letters between the slightly dampened questions.

( 4LLOW M3 TO 3LUC1D4T3 )

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