[Open RP] Better late than never.

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

It was lunchtime, and Kaga was reading a letter from his nephew. In it, he apologized for not writing in a while, but he had been busy establishing a Gourmet Academy (and subsequently a Kitchen Stadium) in Australia, which did make sense; aside from the US, Australia's the biggest foreign country that had an active fanbase.

And it does seem to be far more successful than that abomination done here in the UK. There was a reason he selected Mark to be his successor, after all.

He just hoped his nephew didn't spread himself too thin.

Kaga set down the letter and resumed eating.

A Derp in Hogwarts (Application for Dipsy Doo from My Litlle Pony: FiM)

[derpy-hooves.livejournal.com]

There were no mail boxes in hogwarts. There didn't need to be; that's what house elves and the Owlry were for.

However, the laws of magic and the laws of physics hadn't spoken since that one day at gravity's stag party, so there was, for now, a mail box in the sorting room.

A lavender-grey hoof protruded from the mail box. Followed by a head that made a passing, disinterested effort at looking equine. Then the rest of a creature that could only be described as something that a little girl with no practical knowledge of nature and a lifetime supply of non-threatening children's entertainment would imagine a pony would look like.

It was small. The size of a normal pony, though the resemblance pretty much ended there. The coloring, for one, and the coiffed mane and tail. Wings. A mark branded into the rump that looked very much like a cluster of bubbles.

And huge, bright eyes. Bright, slightly askew eyes.


( The mail box vanished, and Hogwarts would be asked to give a warm welcome to Dipsy Doo. )

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

Because every school needs a bird boy? ((Application for Ozymandias))

[advancegenetics.livejournal.com]

Ozymandias woke with a strangled gasp and his hands immediately flew to his chest, right to where the bullet had pierced, he knew it had, he felt the burn then it was lights out, look out below, man down and Oz was crashing through the trees to the forest floor below, he didn't even remember his body making impact, then how was he alive. He sniffed the air his wings rustled around him as he knew immediately he was not some where familiar, no scent was one he knew, he found himself in a strange room, what was happening? His chest, it didn't even hurt, but he could feel the scar that told him that bullet was no dream. With an almost bird like chitter, Ozymandias called out "Max? Hey Max? Ic, buddy, where you at? Come on, I thought you came out of the closet a long time ago?" He joked, referencing his friends habit of sleeping in the closet at Frannie's cabin. But neither of them answered "Matthew? Wendy, Peter, Frannie?!" His voice rose higher and higher with each name he called and received no response, the last one was nearly a wail "KIT?!?!". But no one answered and he met with resistance as he went to try and leave the room, falling back on to his behind the boy began to stalk the room he was in till his eyes fell on a piece of paper, he walked over and cautiously looked down.


( Reading the first question out loud he jumped back as the pen wavered as if ready to write some thing. )

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