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makeminemayday.livejournal.com

((Hey all - posting this NOW for the people across the pond. Secret Santa is still open, but due to shower lines, packing, traffic and a tyrannical 5-year-old, I have NO IDEA when I'll be home. Use it to mingle. May/Jaime/Tomo will be tagging sometime later tonight, I just can't say when.))

Decorations? Check.

Enough food and drink to feed an army? Check.

Slightly annoyed house elves because May hadn't let them risk their necks decorating the Great Hall (hey, sticking to walls could come in handy when you were hanging garlands)? Check.

Well, things looked good, May mused as she adjusted the hem of her red sweater dress and the Christmas light necklace she was wearing.

Nobody involved in the Secret Santa exchange had complained, not even Tomo (or Tomo's ~~victim~~ recipient). She literally jumped over a pair of house elves carrying trays as the first few people started trickling in, waving to them. "Hi, come on in! Merry Christmas!"

((Backdated to Christmas Day, of course! Secret Santa participants are expected to show up with one more gift for the recipient and to unmask themselves. Make sure that everyone who participated in the Secret Santa exchange has started a thread. Look for the thread of the person your character gave gifts to, and have them reveal/introduce themselves.

This is NOT just for Secret Santa stuff, of course, it's open to the whole school. Be warned, though, if anybody starts a physical fight in the Great Hall, Mayday will DEFINITELY try to break it up or get you to take it outside. Especially after what happened last year. Please make an OOC note if you don't want her to notice.))

busty-robin.livejournal.com

December 25th already! Steph, despite seventeen years of lousy holidays, was actually all about the Christmas spirit this year. And why wouldn't she be? She had friends, family, a pet chicken, and a loving boyfriend. The magic powers were sweet, too. And even better, she was alive to enjoy it all!

So, in celebration of being alive and content, Steph probably went just a little overboard on the present-giving. A flurry of owls were dispatched, most of them carrying colorfully wrapped gifts.

((Edited, because Steph is a much more considerate friend than I.))

( Owls to Benton Fraser, Bob Fraser, Diefenbaker, Ray Kowalski, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Maia, Veronica Mars, Jamie Reyes, Bart Allen, Tim Drake, Lily Evans, Carla Espinosa, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, and last but certainly not least, George Weasley. )

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

((To avoid spam, spam, wonderful spam, I'll put Lola and Brice's owls in the same post. =) Merry Christmas, HH!))

It was sort of difficult, getting enough owls to cooperate. They were constantly snuggling up to Brice, crooning at him in some sort of owl slang, and he had to bribe them with treats and happy vibes (mostly treats) to make them carry the damn presents away. He'd had enough trouble picking the things out to need this as well.

"Alright, off with you," he muttered and scratched one on the head. "Ho ho ho, or whatever."

( For Mel )

( For Lola )

( For Maia )

( For Jaime )

Brice left the Owlery. And, due to some coincidence, Lola missed him with just a few minutes. She of course just had to coo something to make the owls flock and eagerly stick out their legs... Lola just had a friendlier disposition.

( For Mel, charmed to smell like saffron )

( For Jaime, charmed to smell like a Christmas tree )

( For Brice, charmed to smell like gingerbread )

( For Brenda, charmed to smell like roasted chestnuts )

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Owls hooting

notsopowerless.livejournal.com

((Note: Dani is taken from after the events of "Fill it Up". The app is spoiler-free, but spoilers for all episodes of Life might pop up in the comments.))

8:35 p.m. on LA’s Sunset Boulevard. For the past eleven hours and thirty-four minutes, Detective Dani Reese had been on the trail of a known felon, wanted in connection with two murders. The search for said felon had involved, in no particular order:

-A flock of semi-wild chickens
-An inebriated watermelon salesman
-An hour of karaoke

And last, but not least:

-Hearing a cassette tape of a creepy old British man reading bull Zen sayings over, and over, and over again.

So entering the den of a crackhouse, only to find herself in a freezing stone room? Not the weirdest thing that Dani had experienced that day.

She walked over to the lone table, and read over the sheet of paper.

( Yeah – still not all that phased. )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Dani Reese.
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Dani Reese.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Dani Reese.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Dani Reese."

Current Mood: annoyed

queenbeewaldorf.livejournal.com

((For the record, Blair's canon is going to be from the television series version of Gossip Girl, not the books.))

What kind of school hired ugly little midgets for their bellboys?

Honestly, Blair couldn't stop looking back at the things with some kind of curious disgust. They had these giant ears and huge noses and what were they wearing? Knapsacks? At least the Waldorf mansion had housekeepers paid enough to be able to afford their own clothing. Dorota was nice, actually. Not a midget. Normal-sized ears. Laid out her clothes and everything. And did something weird with cleaners that had her room smelling like vanilla rather than Lysol - what was not to love?

So, another country. Scotland, to be precise. Land of constitutional monarchy, St. Andrew's cross, and Irvine Welsh. Another boarding school. This place was no Constance Billard, that was for sure. At least it was all that closer to her father's chateau in France, him and his boyfriend Giles. She had to wonder how Ping and Pong were doing. She hadn't seen him in so long.

The school, though, that's where it had gotten interesting. Magic? A certain Eleanor Waldorf had not been happy to hear about this little number, taking off for a new boarding school. Prestigious, still, and something to help boost that interview to get into Yale, she was sure.

( Plus? It looked like they were pretty damn lax on the uniform policy. Score. )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. BCW
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by ~~each and every one~~ ~~most~~some? of them. BCW
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. More like satin culottes. I don't do granny panties, thanks! BCW
One day, ~~marmalade~~I will probably rule the world. BCW

Current Music: Fergie - Glamorous

dont-exacerbate.livejournal.com

( With friends like these... )

((Send in anything and everything, guys--have at it. After all, it's not just birthday humiliation, it's a WART, dammit XD))

Current Mood: accomplished

guidedtolight.livejournal.com

((This aired recently so I guess I should warn for spoilers, but it's based on the Wizard of Oz so, spoilers for that too? XD))

DG frowned curiously, this wasn't a room in the castle, it was a room in a castle yes. But not the one she was meant to be in. The one where she'd been not that long before. "Oh boy, where am I now." She looked around her. Make the best of the situation she guessed and found the sheet with questions on it and a quill. The quill moved, she wasn't really sure if it she was the one actually in control of it. But it certainly was writing what she said.

( There's no place like it... )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____DG_____
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____DG_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____DG_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____DG_____"

bantersucks.livejournal.com

Having gotten some other stuff squared away and discovering that the raven he'd bought from Ofdensen was better-tempered than half the owls at Hogwarts, Jaime sent him out on a few letter runs. Starting with one he should have sent out a while ago.

( Raven to Lola, warded )

( Raven to Brenda, warded to show an ad for El Diablo to anyone else )

ETA: After Lola's reply and a little bit of thought, he sent out another message.

( Raven to Mel Beeby )

Current Mood: bored

lady-thujone.livejournal.com

Flyers had appeared all over the school.

Come to the Little Green Apple's Holiday Spectacular! Fine food and drink! Door Prizes! Karaoke! Special Holiday-Only smoking blends!

The cozy little establishment had been adorned with banners in deep gold and rich jewel tones, and the smell of spices filled the air.Jones holiday sodas were laid out at each table and booth. A buffet table was loaded with festive treats; roast goose, ornate marzipan fruits, gingerbread men (and an elaborate gingerbread house), mince pies, rum balls, a selection of fine cheeses, and many other delicacies. And of course there was the drinks table, featuring a punchbowl brimming with a vividly green concoction, eggnog (also faintly greenish) dusted with nutmeg, mulled wine, hot cider, and rich cocoa flowed freely.

To complete the festivities, La Fee Verte had brought out the karaoke machine. What party would be complete without it?

"Welcome, darlings! Welcome to the Little Green Apple's Holiday Spectacular!"

((OOC: The punch and eggnog are, of course, intensely alcoholic, as are a few of the holiday treats. The real culprit, however, is the cider! Any character who drinks it is liable to suffer the bizarre, if temporary, magical effect of your choosing.))

pippithepirate.livejournal.com

((For more information about Lucia day, go here. For a complete, approximate translation of the song in the video, go here. Who said RPs weren't educational?))

It was December 13th, and it was very, very early in the morning. In the Gryffindor common room, silence roamed.

For now.

Pippi had been busy for a few days now. Mostly she had been in the kitchen, baking and preparing for this day, which was a rather big day where she came from. Now she was ready enough. She had taken her hair out of their braids, which she only did on important events such as this, and it would have stood out like a lion's mane around her head if she hadn't been wearing a Lucia crown pressing it down. She was dressed in one of her dad's old night shirts, which she'd needed to put up with safety pins to keep from dragging on the floor, and was very pleased with the way she was capable of striding in it. It looked very Lucia, she thought.

She'd made a large pot of coffee, charmed by House-elves to never run out, and had loaded a huge tray full of saffron buns and ginger snaps. Home-baked of course. Now she was completely ready to spread Christmas joy through the castle, and nothing was going to stop her!

Pippi was alone in her parade. She'd tried to coach Mr. Nilsson into joining, had even made him a little star boy hat to wear so he wouldn't feel left out, but the monkey had no inclination to sit on her shoulder when she had burning candles on her head, and had opted for sleep instead. Ah well.

The girl hoisted up her tray without difficulty and started singing. And although there was only one of her, she sang loudly enough for several.

"Night walks with a heavy step / Round yard and hearth / As the sun departs from earth / Shadows are brooding..."

((If you want to have Pippi wake your character up with loud singing and coffee and saffron buns in bed at some ungodly hour, or just meet her parading in the corridors, then comment! She's going to walk around the entire castle with her tray.))

Current Mood: silly
Current Location: Everywhere!
Current Music: Night Walks With Heavy Steps

miniskirtsplz.livejournal.com

When Roy Mustang found himself in a small room with nothing but a desk and chair, and what appeared to be paperwork littered across the top of the desk, he didn't let it bother him too much. Perhaps he had taken a wrong turn somewhere, but he wasn't one to worry.

( Of course there would be more paperwork )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Mustang__
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __Mustang__
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __Mustang__
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __Mustang__

papayagami.livejournal.com

[[OOC: permission from the resident L and Light have both been granted.

( OOC Note with Spoilers )

Is this heaven or hell?

Soichiro Yagami looked around bewilderedly at the rather drab looking room. If this was the afterlife, he wasn't impressed. Then again, this may be punishment for keeping a Death Note, even if he never used it.

He sat down in a nearby chair, having nothing better to do. He felt something tickle his arm. Thinking nothing of it, he brushed it away, until it became more persistent. He looked down at a rather impatient Dictaquill pointing at his application.

"The afterlife is a magic school?" Eh, he'll roll with it.

( Mu = Hogwarts. Pass it on. )

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

ra-tilt-chimera.livejournal.com

Lacking any pressing to do, Zel had settled down to some serious cure-sleuthing in the Library. He wasn't entirely optimistic about the results, but what could you do?

( Don't be discouraged. With a little study, you can go a long way, and I wish you'd start now... )

Current Mood: busy
Current Location: The Library

computerwizkid.livejournal.com

With a small bang of displaced air, a twelve-year-old girl appeared, carrying what might have been a laptop computer, if laptops had eyestalks and jointed legs. She looked around, an increasingly annoyed expression on her face, and groaned.

“Definitely not the Crossings,” Dairine sighed, and opened the cover of the computer. “Spot? Could you show me the transit routine? Something went wrong.” Obediently, the computer displayed a complex diagram, and the girl sat down with the laptop in her lap to examine it. “Nah, looks alright. Any idea where we are?” Again, the requested data displayed itself. The girl frowned.

Scotland? How in heck had she ended up in Scotland? She shouldn’t have been anywhere near Earth! She’d never messed up a transit like this, especially not with Spot’s help. Her dad was going to kill her, followed by Nita, and possibly Tom and Carl, if she didn’t die of embarrassment, first. Sker’ret, who she was supposed to be meeting, would probably die laughing.

Closing the lid of the computer, she looked around again, and picked up an application, examining it. With a shrug, she pulled a ballpoint pen out of her pocket and began to fill it out.

( Where the heck am I? )

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

tktactile.livejournal.com

"This is not where I went to sleep," Kon-El announced to the room, more for the sake of saying something than because he thought he'd get an explanation from the giant kernels of popcorn surrounding him. There hadn't been any popcorn where he'd gone to sleep, he was sure of it. And he hadn't been covered in what smelled like the 'butter' that got put on popcorn. There were other differences too, but it was mostly the popcorn.

( That was almost enough to convince him that he was having a really weird dream )

Current Location: Popcorn Room

forpony.livejournal.com

((NOTE: Link in the Hufflepuff answer goes to a YouTube video. If you do not have the stomach for a LOT of cartoon violence and gore and cute fluffy things biting it in an unpleasant manner, do not click it. Also, if you do you will never be able to listen to "The Little Mermaid" soundtrack the same way ever again. You have been warned. Also, I think it goes without saying the video's not worksafe.

For those who read the comic, I'm taking Richard from between Issue #3 and #4 of Looking For Group so he hasn't had to deal with Certain Issues yet.))

A tremendous fireball crashes through the wall of the Sorting Room. It's less a fireball than an amorphous mass of all-consuming fire and green lightning, actually, and makes for a terrific explosion. When the smoke clears and the wall rebuilds itself, a black-clad warlock is standing there, his yellow eyes blinking at his unfamiliar surroundings.

"...I meant to do that."

He notices the Dictaquill then, and arcane fire magic surrounds one clawed hand - then he notices it's taking down what he says, and sees the application. After a moment, he dismisses the fire magic and reads over the questions. While he hasn't completely dismissed the notion of torching the quill, Richard has never passed up the opportunity to talk about himself.

( I. Like. To. Kill. Things. How is that not clear by now? )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____Richard_______
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ~~Only because I don't know about the no-kill rule yet~~ _____Richard____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. What knickers? ___Richard________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. There won't be anything living to oppose it anyway when I'm done! ______Richard_______"

charlesofdensen.livejournal.com

Anyone even mention Christmas or winter will get antlers courtesy of a grinchy manager who hates snow and ice, particularly after a trip to Danzig, hates the commercialism of Christmas, and hates the fact that his birthday's two days after Christmas. (OOC: Totally made that up)

All in all, Ofdensen hates the month of December.

Nevertheless, there are six half grown ravens who would like a new home, so Ofdensen put out a couple signs offering them, to be discussed in Hufflepuff common room. Except one, being set aside for a reason.

Still not stopping him from antlering people though.

((First five characters that respond can consider themselves with a new pet.))

caprica-6.livejournal.com

A tall, statuesque woman, so blonde her hair looked to be nearly white and dressed in elegant looking black pants and an equally flattering black halter top, appeared in the Sorting Room. She didn't look confused or disoriented, and she moved with grace and purpose to the table holding the application. She picked up the application and skimmed over it, pausing every now and then to raise an eyebrow or smile faintly. With an amused glance at the quill pen, she began to write her answers.

( Genocide, murder, vengeance... They're all sins in the eyes of God. That's what you and I know. That's what they don't want to hear. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. C6
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. C6
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. C6
One day, marmalade will rule the world. C6"

((Caprica Six's head!Gaius is not perceivable to anyone else. Not even other versions of her have shown any awareness that he is there. So while it's obvious that occasionally she's talking to or listening to someone who's not there, it's basically as if she's talking to a made-up invisible friend--no other presence would be dectected. As far as I know, anyway. Additionally, Head!Gaius occasionally knows things that he should have no way of knowing about people they've never met, and tells Caprica little hints to move in the direction he/she/they want to take. He doesn't do it often and I will, of course, ask the mun before having him butt into a conversation like that.))

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: "Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To the Rhythm of the War Drums,)" A Perfect Circle

bantersucks.livejournal.com

Due to work + school + everything at once, I am calling an emergency hiatus (FOR REAL) til Sunday. Will not (and should not, so you all yell at me if you catch me) be on IRC or AIM, will try to tag back to the open threads I'm in but will be INCREDIBLY slow.

Please do yell at me if you catch me on IRC or tagging into new posts or threads, I should not be doing so.

This affects Mayday, Jaime and Tomo.

ETA #2: Make that Friday. Apparently, the lab that Dr. C said was really really hard is going to take me an hour and a half to finish. Period.

Current Mood: distressed

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Entries tagged with jaime reyes

Open RP: Christmas party in the Great Hall! (Backdated to Dec. 25th)

Christmas Owls from Steph-a-claus

Massive attack of present-bearing owls, from Lola and Brice.

Owls to Brice, Jaime, Lola and Maia: Christmas presents!

Application: Dani Reese from "Life"

Application: Blair Waldorf, from "Gossip Girl"

WAAAAAAAAART: Wherein Liz really does have good intentions, and Shaun is...Shaun.

App: DG, Tin Man

Getting his one Galleon's worth

::Open RP : Holiday Party at the Little Green Apple::

Open RP: A Little Morning Singing.

Application for Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist)

[Application] Soichiro Yagami, Death Note [SPOLIERS]

Open RP: This is My Little Study

Application: Dairine Callahan, Young Wizards series

Kon-El... unpopped! [Open to all!]

Application for Richard, "Looking For Group" (webcomic)

[Open RP] How the Grinch Plots to Ruin Christmas

Application for Caprica Six, Battlestar Galactica (2003 reimagining)

Emergency hiatus