[identity profile] likeabadpenny.livejournal.com
In order to set things underway for Sockfest 07 the dinner party he had persuaded Rachel to co-host at their tent, Peter felt it was time to send out a lot of letters. Besides, Charles Fluffers the meerket was getting on the hefty side, so a bit of exercise would do him good.

First stop: Fluffers delivers to Nathan Petrelli, and was told to act very hyperactive and annoying if Nathan didn't read the letter. )

Fluffers is already a bit winded: Letter to Ivy Tamwood. )

Asthma attack?: Letter to Jenks. )

And there was still a bit of a meddling to do on the side.

Go, Fluffers, you can do it!: Letter to Dean Winchester. )
[identity profile] phobophilia.livejournal.com
Algaliarept wasn't typically into the business of traveling long distances - Cincinnati and the Hollows bred more than enough people willing to deal with him - but, he felt, desperate times called for desperate measures. 'Times', in this case, referred specifically to the growing lack of those willing to do deals with demons. They were getting smart. Or, stupid, actually.

It was high time for a shift. The minute that the sun went down, Algaliarept misted into appearance and pushed open the door of Hogwarts Castle, walking purposefully inside and into the Sorting Room. He'd heard wonders about this castle.

"Marvelous," he smiled thinly, pushing his round spectacles further up his nose. "Just the place I was looking for." His glasses were finely misted so that nobody could see his eyes, but if one were to look closely, they would see a red blur underneath the grey-tinted glass. However, if anybody had had the dubious pleasure of meeting him before, they wouldn't recognize him now. Gone was the guise of an 18th century gentleman, replaced instead by another very British, but more modern appearance.

Appearance curses were so much fun.

And so is being a fluent deceiver. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____A_______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____A______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____A______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______A_______
[identity profile] wayward-son124.livejournal.com
Okay, so I'm not going to be around much for the coming week or so. Exams! Fun times all around :D I just printed out two study guides, one 17 pages and the other 38, and... realized that I am going to have to do this, because that's just for two out of my seven classes.

So, yes. I am barely going to be around until Tuesday. I might scrunch some time in between studying sessions so I don't go insane, but just to let people know why my tagging is going to be horrendously slow.


Sincerely,
Hillary
Aka, Dean/Wilson/Lorelai/Bones/Zack/Tenna/Pickles/Ophelia/Jack Sparrow/Doug/Veronica/Marla/Jenks/IHaveTooManyCharacters!mun :D
[identity profile] tamwood.livejournal.com
((OOC Note: Ivy is a living vampire, which means that she was born with the vampire virus, but she is not truly undead. Nonetheless, other vampires would be able to sense it - and other magically inclined people, too. So feel free to notice away :P))

There were very few things that Ivy Tamwood expected to be confronted with as soon as she staggered out of bed. A tornado of Jenks' kids in the kitchen was usually typical, as was Rachel puttering around and cooking up spells. On the rare occasions it was Rachel planning, or edgy Rachel (especially if Ivy had been slightly less than iron willed the previous night). Or even Jenks drunk on honey. She could deal with any of those things in the morning.

But what Ivy did not expect was to be transported into the middle of a castle. Especially when she was dressed in little but a silk black robe, clutching a mug of tea. She hadn't even had a chance to brush her hair. The morning, interestingly enough, generally revealed an altogether very human Ivy. An odd occurrence, especially when one was a living vampire.

Ivy blinked slowly, coming out of early morning fogginess and into awareness, her nostrils flaring as she took in the room. The application paper was noted with nothing more than a cursory, disinterested glance. She had much more interesting things to think about.

"Rachel!" She hissed loudly, her sudden anger out of place with her rumpled appearance. "I know you're around here! Six months and-" Cutting herself off, Ivy took a deep breath and settled her tea down onto the nearby table, still glaring rather grumpily around the room.

Questions. By the Turn, this had better not be some sort of test. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______IT______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____IT______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____IT______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______IT_______
[identity profile] not-a-bug.livejournal.com
((Approval from Rachel-mun granted! Also, Jenks is taken from just after Dead Witch Walking's end ^^; Enjoy!))


Is it a dragonfly? Is it a rather large bug?

Why, no, it's a pixie, and a rather attractive one that would beat you up for saying so, at that. Jenks seemed to explode into the sorting room, wings fluttering so quickly that they were barely even a blur in the dim light of the Sorting Room. But, after all, he did pride himself on his ninja pixie skillssneakiness, particularly in the field.

However, he was not in the field right now. He was in some sort of... What the Turn was this place? A castle? "Sweet mother of Tink, where's Rachel gone and got herself lost in?" he asked in a slightly reproving voice, flaring across the room and settling onto the table nearby without so much as a sound out of the ordinary. He might have even look distinguished, for a moment, dressed in head-to-toe silk and his hair blond coiffed into that perfect sort of 'devil may care' look, dangling in his eyes. The look might have been down-sized a bit, though, as he glanced around, briefly, and looked down at the papers beneath him, nose wrinkled.

Man, this place smelled like owl turd. )

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

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