Closed RP for Susan and the Master

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

The Unfortunate Incident with the chocolates had probably cost the Master his (still brand-new, dammit) latest pawn, but she'd already been worth the effort for having shown him to the Restricted Section. He neither wanted to be in his room or to admit to himself why, but a visit to the library was something he didn't need to question his motives for. There was an innocuous text on basic potions at the top of the stack of books on the table in front of him, the only English volume in a pile of Greek and Latin.


...something...

He glanced up sharply. There it was, the feeling of presence. Close. He wasn't the only Gallifreyan in the room.

What was interesting, however, was that it wasn't the Doctor. He'd have recognized his presence in an instant.

Without any further outward sign that anything was unusual, he looked about the room, determined not to give away the upper handrp.

compy post, open: Inquiring mind(s) want to know!

[ariemorytwo.livejournal.com]

sequela@hogwarts.IntraNet.net posted:

Hello. How are you? I am new to Hogwarts and have some questions of the kind new people sometimes think and seldom have the opportunity to ask.

Do you like your House? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

Do you like Hogwarts? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

What is the funniest thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

What is the worst thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

Who is the handsomest man at Hogwarts? Who is the most beautiful woman?

Do you like cheese?

Thank you for your time.

Baking is therapy! (Open RP, canon updating--SPOILERS)

[my-soul-itches.livejournal.com]

So here's a thought exercise.

( SPOILERS for Pixie Strikes Back, X-men: Second Coming, and Hellbound. )

Yeah. Good times.

Megan came back to Hogwarts, less bloody and concussed than last time, but somehow twenty times more beaten-down. There was a limit, and she had just about reached it.

Moping was not going to help her. If she started thinking about it--any of it--she might very well start screaming and never stop. Instead, after 'porting back, she slipped very quietly into the kitchens and enlisted the help of several house elves. They tried to do all the work, but she needed something to do to keep her in constant motion, something to keep her from thinking.

After a sleepless night, she set out trays with heaps of baked goods in the Great Hall, all with the lumpy appearance of genuinely homemade treats. She taped up her sign ("Free! Guaranteed NO HEXES OR POTIONS!") and sat back with a sigh, wings folding neatly behind her and a slightly too-desperate smile on her tired face.

Sam out of hell ((unpopping, sock, open rp))

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

He was falling, it felt like he had been falling for days. The only sound he could hear was Lucifer screaming with impotent rage. Then the ground rushed up to meet him, driving the air from his lungs as he impacted with heavy stone. He lay there for a moment, not ready to open his eyes.

 

“Sam?” 

 

 

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