Apr. 19th, 2011

[identity profile] terminator1000.livejournal.com
((Already cleared this with the other Terminator canon player.

Check out my journal for info that may be relevant to how characters perceive the T-1000, e.g. T-1000s don't produce body heat, and presumably don't/can't simulate a human scent, which could explain why dogs can pick them out. I'm also fine with characters recognising him in a nudging-the-fourth-wall way (such as if the Terminator movies exist as fiction in their canon), but please don't break it.))


A highly reflective, metallic liquid had been dripping from the ceiling of the Sorting Room for several minutes. As it pooled, it slowly began to rise, its contours filling out into a humanoid shape. Its surface rippled and formed synthetic skin, pale eyes, short cropped hair. Soon it looked perfectly human.

Whip-thin and muscular, not to mention rather naked, it had the appearance of a man. The "man" methodically surveyed his surroundings, then stepped toward the sole object in the room -- a desk. He encountered some difficulty there, as his feet returned to a liquid metal state and took on the appearance of the stone floor against his will. A scan of his systems indicated acute internal damage in several sectors, possibly caused by whatever had brought him to this place, since he knew he hadn't arrived through the usual time travelling method. There was also an unusual field of energy that he could sense, and it was interfering with his functions -- he could not even recall where he'd been transported from, nor what his prime directive was.

Once his feet were cooperating again, he finished his trek to the desk and looked it over. Parchment was strewn across it, there was a bottle of ink, and a quill hovered expectantly. With a final glance at his surroundings, he leant down to examine the quill. Almost as an afterthought, a nondescript police uniform bled out from his skin to "clothe" him. He did remember that nudity tended to startle people, and it seemed best to avoid that while figuring out what was going on.

An unusual interrogation. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. T-1000
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. T-1000
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. T-1000
One day, marmalade machines will rule the world. T-1000
[identity profile] runaway-stark.livejournal.com
Since stealing Jaime Lannister's golden hand, Arya had spent more time than usual in her room in Gryffindor. Mostly she stared at it as it sat on a dusty low table, thinking. Starks were not good schemers, as a whole. Ideas for what to do with it had been thought up and considered, and eventually put aside. Put it in a privy somewhere? Well, he had killed Jory, and Heward, and Wyl. And probably lots of other people besides, along with the old mad king. But he had also said that he wanted to kill Queen Cersei, too, so... maybe not that, then.

At least, not unless he did something really horrid here.

At last, she decided on an appropriate punishment for being a Lannister who killed her father's men and broke oaths and probably did all sorts of other things besides, and set out to do so. Around Hogwarts, the golden hand appeared for short lengths of time, variously adorned, and hexed to fixtures, unable to be removed. Until, of course, Arya decided that it was time for it to move on again.

The hand appeared:
-Taped to a stick in the Great Hall. The stick is tied to a table and unable to be removed; a scrap of parchment with "FREE BACKSCRATCHER" scrawled on it lies next to it.
-Glued to a keyboard in the compy lab.
-Seeming to hold a big pink flower, wedged in a low fork in a tree close to the greenhouses.
-Being used to stir a pot of soup in the kitchens by an irritated-looking house elf.
-Covered in silver glitter in front of DETHTOWER.

((Arya will mostly be hanging around in the background and watching people gawk at the hand. If you want to interact with her, leave a note in the subject line! Otherwise she's just flaunting that Jaime has no hand.))

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