[identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
It was a slow weeknight.

That never stopped a Ravenclaw from hitting the bar. Tonight there were a fair number present: Professor Homsar; his assistant Ed Elric, aka 'Sincerely'; Dr Cox; Dr Maturin and his non-Ravenclaw companion, the lovely Miss Williams; and, surveying the scene, newcomer Joscelin Verreuil.

More might show up at any time. Homsar had a strange magnetism ...

(( OOC: Lily has now left the door open, so non-Ravenclaws may also wander in ... ))
[identity profile] old-stoneface.livejournal.com
He hadn't come with much, which was just as well -- most of what Vimes really needed was slung in a stained and battered canvas bag over one shoulder. Since his Sorting he'd received both wand and textbooks, and as his bag was stuffed with personal belongings (including a few now-mostly-flattened sandwiches Lady Sybil had sent in case the trip was too long or the food wasn't good) he lugged the books in his arms and held the wand, pirate-style, between his teeth.

Upon arriving in the Common Room (and having to repeat himself half a dozen times to the Fat Lady -- it's hard to talk when there's a wand in your mouth), he set the stack of books down with a thump and sighed. Captain Aubrey ought to be up here soon enough, and he needed someone to show him about the place -- at least to show him where he should set his kit. While he waited he pulled the beloved silver cigar case from his breastpocket and unslotted the second-to-last inside. He'd have to see about getting some more; this place was going to require them for sober sanity.
[identity profile] old-stoneface.livejournal.com
((Vimes's writing is slightly small and tight and a bit untidy. He can rumple a helmet, he can rumple his own handwriting. The paper itself is good even if slightly printed with ink))

To Susan Sto Helit )

To Capt. Aubrey )

To Commodore Norrington )
[identity profile] slothbefouler.livejournal.com
Jack was starting to realize that he was having problems with his memory. He had woken that morning with an astounding revelation: he not only had twin daughters, but his dear Sophie had also recently (in his timeframe) given birth to a son. How could he have forgotten such a momentous event? He also recalled an entire campaign against the French on Mauritius which he certainly had not remembered the day before. It was damned strange. He reckoned more memories would come back as his mun continued to read his canon as time went on.

At any rate, more pressing issues were at hand. He had told his young friend Yuki that they might sail very small ships on the lake, and that he would show her his uniform sword. He had been planning on making ships out of paper, but in Charms class he had figured out how to make tiny ships by magic out of splintered wood - a most excellent achievement, and far better than paper ships.

So he had spent the night before making a number of little ships and painting them in appropriate colors with paints supplied by the house-elves. Now, his coat, shoes, and stockings abandoned on the grass along with his sword, he stood ankle-deep in the cold lake water under a bright summer sun, with a whole squadron of the ships floating in the water as he attempted to re-create the Battle of the Nile. Hopefully Yuki would join him soon.

((Feel free to come talk to Jack, or just RP among yourselves, if you have chars who might be hanging out by the lake.))
[identity profile] kusarigama-chan.livejournal.com
Owl to Jack-chan )
[identity profile] slothbefouler.livejournal.com
((Carrying on from this thread...))

Oh - oh, you mean the whole school can hear me? HELLO! HELLO, EVERYONE!

*loud squeal of feedback*

Hell and damnation, what a wretched din. Sounds like one of Stephen's pets. Yuki, sweetheart, it's shouting at me. Pray tell me what I ought to do.

*long pause, sounds of fumbling around*

This is Captain Jack Aubrey, and I'm talking on this radio thing. This is marvelous! We've got these machine thingies that play music, can you believe it? You put this sort of silver thing into the slot here - and you press this button thing here - is that how you do it? Oh, I pressed the wrong one. Sorry. I daresay Stephen's awfully good at this - it's the sort of thing he'd like.

Now, what does this button do? )

Oh - Yuki says you can talk to me by sticking your head in the fireplace. That makes absolutely no sense, Yuki, my dear. Are you sure? All right, then... go ahead if you want a phiz full of soot. I won't be stopping you.
[identity profile] mightymorfin.livejournal.com
Morfin knows the importance of a nutritious, well-balanced breakfast! He's up bright and early this morning. Arrayed on the table in front of him are a glass of juice, a slice of cantaloupe, and a bowl of Coco Pops.

Also sitting on the table is his new pet bunny Horatio, who is breakfasting on a bowlful of timothy hay. Morfin talks earnestly to Horatio between bites of Coco Pops.

(( Just an open RP -- feel free to use this post to RP amongst yourselves! Morfin will say hello to people, and RP with them if they sit with him. ))

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