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lorne-host.livejournal.com

A somewhat confused demon stood in the middle of the Sorting Room. His brilliant green skin, red horns and eyes contrasted sharply with the well tailored pale blue shirt and lemon yellow suit that he wore. He looked around and groaned. “Jumping Judas on a pogo stick, a castle? Isn’t this all a little, you know, cliché? I swear if the Powers sent me somewhere I can’t get my hands on a decent Seabreeze, I’m going on strike. Ya’ll can call Miss Cleo from now on.”

( Test? Can't I just hum a few bars? )

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

( At first glance, there was nothing unduly alarming about the package the little white owl laboriously delivered. )

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

[[Backdated to immediately after this thread.]]

Castiel touched down on the large X that marked the beginning of the path to DETHTOWER, drawing Dean and Sam in his wake. "There it is," he said, nodding in the direction of the structure. Though only fractional glimpses were visible at this point, he could sense the peculiar dimensional distortions that surrounded the place even at this distance. They didn't disturb him, especially, but they had probably begun to affect Bobby the moment they had landed here the first time, or soon thereafter.

"The path indicated by the arrow will take us to the tower entrance. Don't be surprised if you see things that don't appear to make make sense, or that you find difficult to look at," he said. "The tower's keepers will probably be around. They didn't bother us the first time. In fact, I recall they warned us about some of the obstacles we were about to encounter. I wouldn't antagonize them unnecessarily." He started down the path in the direction the arrow pointed. "Stay close and watch your surroundings carefully. The place is filled with traps and more than one kind of unnatural creature. Also, giant penguins."

ariemorytwo.livejournal.com

Ariane Emory II, as successor and replicate of the infamous Dr. Ariane Emory, had never been a stranger to controversy. As inheritor of the first Ari Emory's projects, she'd been answerable for all manner of ugly little ethics violations, ranging up to a planetwide experiment turned interstellar scandal (that would be Gehenna).

She shouldn't feel badly about something so small as Hat Shore, against the larger scheme of things.

And she didn't. She didn't feel badly, anyway. She felt ... responsible, certainly; and worried, since the Hat had overridden several of Ari's pointed and emphatic recommendations. Already, one of the contestants on Hat Shore appeared to be eating another's brain.

They were only fourteen people. On Gehenna there were forty thousand.

Still, some of the Hat Shore subjects were people Ari knew personally. And when it got personal, Ari Two had different responses than Ari One would've had.

At the very least, she ought to make it possible for people to communicate with the architects of the Hat Shore experiment. No guarantees the Hat would listen or care, but ... well, people seemed to feel better when they'd done something, even if it was just writing a letter.

She had the house-elves run up little fliers and post them around the school:

Have you seen the newest reality-show sensation? Everybody's talking about

HAT SHORE

Viewers are encouraged to share their opinions and ideas with the production team! Please send your messages via owl or Hogwarts intranet to:

Hat Shore
A Harkonnen-Wolfe Production
c/o Dr. Ariane Emory II
Sparklypoo House
Hogwarts

HatShore@hogwarts.IntraNet.net

gourmetchairman.livejournal.com

So Kaga had been eating dinner and wondering when Hogwarts had TVs in the Great Hall, or whether they would even work.

Then the first episode of Hat Shore began.

Kaga had wrinkled his nose at the idea. He doesn't watch much TV (there were better things to do) but he was aware of the concept of reality tv and found it distasteful. Sure, by technicality Iron Chef and its international spinoffs were reality shows too, but at least he and his nephew made them classy, damnit!

He nearly spat out his food when he saw Yukimura, then Kuronue on screen. As Ariane appeared and explained things to them, he realized that this was another experiment of the Sorting Hat's (yes, he's heard of the village of tents and mass weddings).

He continued to watch in horrified, fascinated pity as the episode played out.

[[Kaga needs someone to be horrified with. :P]]

sgt-hunter.livejournal.com

John sat comfortably in a corner of Ravenclaw’s bar, nursing a scotch. The prank war was finally over and everyone was back to their appropriate age. Calm had descended on his family, at least for now. He spun the glass between his fingers, watching the amber liquid swirl in the half light. While he had been gone, his family had grown. Bobby had become a second father to Sam and Dean; he was glad for that. It was the angel that he hadn’t quite figured out yet. He was.. odd.

It was obvious that the boys thought pretty highly of him. They had been in a near panic when their spell had misfired and didn’t rest until Castiel had been found. And the angel had been wearing his watch for fuck’s sake. The watch he had left to Sammy after he died. John didn’t want to admit how much that stung. They had fought so much when he was a kid; he had hoped that Sammy would have wanted to hold on to just one small piece of him, some reminder that his Dad loved him.

He sat back, continuing to fiddle with the glass as he let his thoughts drift.

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

Gentlemen,

I respectfully suggest that you consider instituting a minimum age for admittance to your tower. The warning sign is adequate for adult humans, but the very young are typically unable to read, and lack the experience to make an informed choice about entering the premises or to take suitable precautions once within.

That said, thank you for your hospitality on my and my associate's recent visit to the site. As requested, please find attached a list of possible penguin names, some of which I hope will be found suitable.

Sincerely,

Castiel

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((Unfortunately, Cas isn't necessarily that much more imaginative about naming things than the Shoggies themselves...))

Genesis         Exodus
Leviticus       Revelation
Noah             Solomon
Sarah            Ruth
Alexandria     Constantinople
Giza              Jerusalem
Bethlehem      Nazareth
Metallica      Kansas
Pontiac        Lawrence
Cicero         ((And, for reasons unknown even to his mun,)) Acapulco.

endlessgoth.livejournal.com

It had been a few days since Death had found a young Bobby and Castiel in the bizzare construction that was the Dethtower. Since then, the angel and human had been restored to their proper ages, and she had hoped they were none the worse for it. Death sat in the kitchen and thought of the angel with a smile. He did owe her a sunrise after all. And it would be a good way to check on him without being too obvious. She picked up a quill and scratched out a note to send via a little white owl.

Castiel, how about that sunrise?
-D.

i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com

Hey, Bobby, it's me. Don't make me yap through this damn bird, but me and you we need to talk, soon.

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

Whoosh!

Without preamble, a pair of pint-sized refugees from a prank gone slightly awry materialized in the middle of the Great Hall. The smaller of the two (who couldn't be more than two in human years, if that) released his hold on his companion's sleeve and looked around, satisfied to have escaped their tormentors.

Then he craned his neck and looked up at the older boy as if to ask, 'What now?'

i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com

( Dean had left the bar and made it back to the room while Sam went ahead to set up the necessary perimeters for the prank and keep any way ward students or professors from wandering in to. Dean snagged his wand and with a whistles headed out down the hall towards the bar again as he hedged this was his best bet on where to find the pair. )

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!________"

Current Mood: Derpy

i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com

( He had decided to bring the tapedeck Cas got him for Christmas along with him to the bar, a house elf already on it's way to collect the people Dean figured wouldn't mind joining him for a drink. )

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

((This one's open to pretty much anyone, but Yukimura and Lee are particularly invited to come around before or after Bobby and the boys show up.))

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Castiel had finally gotten around to investigating the bar in Ravenclaw tower, and found the place to his liking. He could sit quietly and watch people come and go if he wanted to, socialize if he liked (which he hadn't yet ventured to do, but he was working up to it,) and he could drink as much as he wanted of whatever he liked.

He'd been trying not to abuse the privilege. Getting roaring drunk, he'd been assured, did little to improve his disposition. Though Dean had made some puzzling allusions to marijuana that frankly stumped him, as he hadn't tried the stuff. Yet.

This afternoon, though, he was here for a purpose, waiting for Bobby to arrive so that they could set in motion their plan to exact retribution upon the Winchester boys for the events their prank war had set in motion the night of the Yule party.

Practical jokes were still unfamiliar territory to the angel. But he was cautiously optimistic that the plan was both appropriate and effective; Bobby had devised the spells, and he had thought of the delivery system.

Whether it would be funny, on the other hand...well, that he really wasn't qualified to judge. He was fairly sure, though, that Dean and Sam would not be laughing.

endlessgoth.livejournal.com

There was a distant sound of wings rustling as the popcorn room began to shift. A pale, pretty young woman appeared, dressed in a black tank top, jeans and wearing a simple silver ankh around her neck. She looked down to see that she was completely covered in butter. Dragging a finger down a pale arm she shook her head with a slightly amused, if exasperated smile.

“Sweetie, I know you’re happy to see me, but haven’t we talked about these odd welcomes?” Her sister, Delirium always came up with strange ways to welcome her family when they visited. The last time it had rained fish, so she probably shouldn’t complain.

A small frown creased her forehead. This wasn’t her sister’s realm. A strange magic field pressed at her, dampening some of her power. Death tapped a finger against her chin, wondering where she had felt that before. It was familiar.. but distantly so.

((Death from the Endless guides everyone on to the next world after they die. Her omniscent nature is obviously going to be dampened. Feel free to have the dead remember or not remember her at will!))

edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

Though he had many things to think about, Kusuriyuri had decided on a proper lesson for Dean after their meeting, Kusuriyuri had ensured with both of the ones who might take offense at his idea of teaching that they would not be angered.

It was a simple plan, really, and he'd found the spell he'd wanted readily in the books in the library. His wards wouldn't work on a human, so magic would have to be what he used. There were also potions, but with the uncertainty of some of the supplies, he decided a charm would be best. His wand lay on the desk in front of him along with the makings for tea, a Darjeeling tea, since that would probably appeal more to the Western tongue than his usual choices of genmaicha or herbal tea.

He called an elf, asking it to seek out Dean and ensure he came. He asked it to be persistent, but that delay would not harm anything. He had other things to think about while he waited.

((OOC: The mun reads scroll back in IRC and found the comments by Kurama-mun amusing and also read that Castiel might be called in, so depending on how things go, those two might join in.))

sgt-hunter.livejournal.com

( Cut for Spoilers! )

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

( Castiel had a headache. )

hunter-returns.livejournal.com

((Started out as a one shot, but people are welcome to wander by and find Sam up at an absolutely unholy hour))

Run the patch down the bore.
Clean the reciever and trigger assembly.
Reassemble.
Firing pin, slide, barrel.
Wipe it down and check the sights.
Reload.

It was almost a form of moving meditation for Sam. He had learned how to field strip and clean a weapon at an early age. If he had trouble sleeping after a hunt, he would break down their guns at least twice and clean them while Dean snored blissfully on in the hotel room.

He had lost count of how many times he had cleaned his gun over the last few weeks. Tonight, he was working on his third time since he woke up in a cold sweat. A bottle of whiskey sat at his elbow. Between cleanings, he would pause and take a short swallow.

He wasn’t strong; not like Dean, and not like their father.

When he closed his eyes, he could see them die. First Castiel, then Bobby. They had risked everything to save him. He could hear Dean’s bones shattering beneath his fists, even while his brother called his name.

Sam was tired. He was so tired. But when he slept, it happened all over again.

So he sat, cleaning the gun. He sat and drank and waited for the sun to come up.

grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com

Cards from Codex to:

( Francium. )

( Dieter. )

( Igor. )

( Nemo. )

( Marcus. )

( Sakon and Ukon. )

Gifts and such from Megan:

( Igor! )

( Sage and Rat! )

( Maddie! )

( Dean! )

( Rose! )

Valentine's presents:

( Baron Harkonnen. )

( Jasper. )

( Dethklok. )

( Professor Homsar. )

Not-presents from Lee:

( Methos. )

( Raistlin. )

( Castiel. )

Something confused from Sokka:

( Ty Lee? )

( Kurama and... Mr. Kurama? )

From Aayla, there are a bowl of fortune cookies under a tiny Christmas tree in the Gryffindor common room, with "Merry Christmas - From Aayla Secura" on the bowl. The fortune cookies are not cursed, drugged, or in any way tampered with--they just have happy messages inside.

From Santa Yoda:

( To R2-D2 and C-3P0: )

( To Rat: )

( To Tenel Ka: )

( To Coraline: )

( To Toki and the Shoggies: )

( To Dieter: )

((And because I think it's hilarious, the voices of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda from Star Wars: The Clone Wars did their own version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas this year. Obi-Wan, Cad Bane, and Ziro doing How The Grinch Stole Christmas last year was pretty fun, too!))