Pfui ((Open RP, Nero Wolfe, Great Hall))

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There were few things that Nero Wolfe found more irritating than being away from comfort of his personal castle on 35th Avenue. The difficulty in obtaining the quality of ingredients was something he was more used to, but the infernal idiot boxes that had sprung up and played at all times, regardless of the efforts he made to turn them off and the house elves refused his demands to turn them off, regardless of how he bellowed.

His dilemma became that he needed to eat and for him to do so, he had to not only go to the kitchens, but also the Great Hall, where he was assaulted with the distasteful noise of an abomination and insult to intelligence. He didn't even care for the sound of the radio while eating, preferring conversation or silence while eating.

Glowering at the televisions, he put food in his mouth, looking as though he would rather be a thousand miles away, which wasn't far from the truth.

A very literal Valentine's Day ((Closed RP: Vladimir Harkonnen & Valentine Wolfe))

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Although the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen was not given to commercialized holidays devoted to the most banal and insipid aspects of affection, Valentine's Day was not a day to miss. After all, he didn't have to interpret the date as a celebration of sickening novelties in bright pink. That was for the common sorts. His own interpretation of the holiday was quite literally as Valentine's Day, since after all, it was labeled as belonging to him, and therefore, was a day for showering Valentine with gifts and indulging him in his each and every whim. Of course, in Vladimir's opinion, most any day was good for this, but, nevertheless, the date was labeled, and so gifts and indulgences there would be.

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application for Jem! (of the cartoon JEM)

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In the Sorting Room, a starburst of magenta light flashed and was gone. At the center of the afterglow stood a young woman with big pink '80s hair, wearing a pink wrap dress belted with silver beaded fringe. Her matching pink heels were alarmingly high, yet she could do anything in them, it seemed. This was adequately demonstrated as she ran back and forth between the Sorting Room's walls, alternately throwing herself against the walls and pounding against them. Throughout this display, she managed not to break the microphone she was clutching in her hand.

"Help! Let me out! Someone? Anyone? Rio, where are you?!"

Finally she gave up. With a furtive look around to assure herself no thugs or Misfits were around to discover her secret, she reached up to finger one of the gaudy red starburst-shaped earrings she wore.

"Show's over, Synergy."

But nothing happened. Instead, a funny piece of parchment floated into view, and a floating quill beside it. Was the quill actually reading questions to her, and then writing down the answers?

( Show's over, Synergy! .... Synergy? SYNERGY?!? Hello ...? )

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

Flying Free ((Open RP))

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( He stood there before the open window, not even bothering with a door..... )