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twoswordpsycho.livejournal.com

I never thought the act of just showing someone to their room could be such an adventure in itself. Just hearing Beowulf's tale of getting lost in the corridors and being attacked by a giant sea monster in the process reminded me how much fun everyday adventures can be, a feeling I lost over time. Maybe this place is teaching me to be a bit more lighthearted and not as serious as I have been, a seriousness that has weighed me down too much and taken the fun out of life.

Drizzt looked up from his journal and at the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Since bringing Beowulf back to his room he had found a nice warm seat by the fire and just relaxed, finally looking forward to his upcoming journey in Hogwarts. For some reason though he too wanted a bit more adventure here, though maybe it was finally past time to just relax his sword grip.

He looked at the door, awaiting anyone coming, maybe anyone who would be up for a chat before bed.

Another thing came to mind that made him sigh, conjuring curiosity and some reluctance; there was another dark elf in Gryffindor, a type of drow deity even. At one point he had hated his own evil kind, but now he was becoming more willing to give some benefit of the doubt. Evil drow may have been worthy of some words first and maybe swords later instead of swords first.
For some reason he almost wanted Selvetarm to come through that door, but he quickly shrugged off the thought and looked back down to his journal.

[Slightly backdated to a while after the Christmas party]

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: Gryffindor Common Room

c-macaulay.livejournal.com

A house-elf delivers a fruit basket to Jezz Jaelre, with a small note:

It worked. I won't say we're in your debt, as your assistance was a Sorting bribe; but I do want you to know we're profoundly grateful.

I hope you've been settling in well at Hogwarts. If there's ever anything in which we can be of some small help, do let us know.

All best wishes,
Camilla Winter

Of course, Camilla has no idea at all of Jezz's recent encounter with another fruit basket.

Current Mood: happy

c-macaulay.livejournal.com

Rather a lot of people had come to the Winters' wedding. (Let's pretend, shall we, that Camilla actually sent out thank-you notes to those people who brought gifts? She surely would not have neglected it, lest Nana roll over in her grave; she should not be blamed for the laxity of her mun.) Believe it or not, most of them had been invited because Camilla liked them, or else because she felt obliged to them for one reason or another. As such, most of them qualified to be remembered at holiday time.

The following people were sent poinsettias with accompanying tasteful nonsectarian holiday cards:

Ned and Catelyn Stark
Simkin
John Preston
Jezz Jaelre
Dale Smither (because she was married to Charles, however briefly)
Jadzia Dax (because she’s Henry’s … friend? Fellow researcher? Camilla still isn’t sure.)
Chance Silvey (cf. Dax)
Stephen Maturin
Merlin
Deety Long
Bella Swan
Ron Weasley
Blair Waldorf
Dean Winchester
Stephanie Brown (whose poinsettia was accompanied by soap.)

Then there were people who merited a gift of some greater significance:

( Charles Macaulay )

( Francis Abernathy )

( Richard Papen )

( Selvetarm )

( Shaun and Liz )

( S.A.R.A.H. )

( Susan Sto Helit )

( Willow Rosenberg )

( John Ryder )

( Silas )

( Yoda )

spiderthatwaits.livejournal.com

Jezz had been at dinner in the Great Hall with a pile of library books that had worked free of its initial neat column, wearing a baggy sweater that served to conceal the gender bend he’d undergone at the holiday party. He’d kept what remained of the offending cider, though it had proved resistant to magical dissection, and a small sample of it sat in the original mug next to his plate as he alternated between eating, paging through text after text, and eying the Great Hall. He hadn’t seen Vhaeraun for some time and Jezz couldn’t say he was looking forward to their next meeting if he hadn’t found a cure yet.

There was a pitcher of apple juice on the table. He noticed it at the same time he saw Selvetarm enter from the corner of his eye, carrying another stack of books, and thought (if it could be called thought. Whimmed?) quickly. He picked up the pitcher and poured juice into both the cider mug and an empty one meant for coffee before turning toward the god (was he still?), who was quite close by now, and gesturing to the two mugs with an entirely genuine smile. “Ah, a fellow scholar.” He still wasn’t so great at the smooth facsimile of goodwill, that had always been Tzirik’s forte, but he thought he pulled it off well enough.

Later he wasn’t sure if he’d expected anything to come of it. Selvetarm would certainly be loath to accept a drink even given pick between two, and he might not even choose the one with cider in it – especially if he retained some power to read minds or the like (and Jezz would rather not contemplate that). But Selvetarm gave him a grin in return, put down his books, picked up the cider mug, and knocked it back.

Selvetarm, on his part, had been feeling recklessly cocky, perhaps with good reason. So his father’s follower was making an ill-concealed attempt to poison him? Poison couldn’t kill him here, and he remained immune to it anyway. But then, as Jezz had discovered to his grief, the enchanted cider didn’t seem to quite count as poison.

When Selvetarm lowered the mug, he was still grinning. That grin had become radiant, along with the rest of him, and silvery-blue motes of light had started to form in the vicinity. “Well met.”

( Repay rudeness with kindness… )

((Backdated to shortly after the Little Green Apple party. Catch them anywhere between Slytherin and the Great Hall))

Current Mood: chipper

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

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.))

jezzthespoon.livejournal.com

Jezz soon located the Slytherin common room, followed by his own room. He sent Keheneshnef out for reconnaissance, then went to do some research and finish up certain interrupted matters from the Sorting Room.

***

( Owl to Eragon, mildly warded )

***

( Owl to Camilla and Henry Winter, warded to crumple into an unreadable mass of paper around the attached items for unintended readers )

***

He saved the biggest for last. He’d considered going out to ask in person – they’d even gone into the same school House, if he’d heard right, which would make it still easier – but the amount of crossing-out he ended up doing made him grateful he’d stuck to writing.

( Owl to Vhaeraun, warded to flare up in imitation darkfire for unintended readers )

Current Mood: anxious

maskedlord.livejournal.com

Application for Vhaeraun (Forgotten Realms)

(Spoilers for The Lady Penitent series)

He thought he may have been scratched in a few places, an indicator that
his little ruse may have put him a bit closer to danger than he would
have liked. Vhaeraun took a look at the stinging hand in question
and only saw a shallow cut, the only part of him that had not
avoided Eilistraee’s sword in the midst of her mad, animalistic
swinging before he summoned an avatar in his place while he
departed from her realm.

The remains of that avatar were now a collection of bloody chunks floating in the astral;
the small piece of a head uttering a groan was an especially nice touch.
This was no simple avatar he had summoned, though; he had put a tiny
slice of his divine essence that would taste like the real thing when a
certain goddess ripped into it and claimed it for her own.

She would think she had usurped her evil brother’s power to
incorporate his worshippers into her pathetic “dance” and she
had to a point, she would have some autonomy over his worshipers
before the essence grew in unholy power and would devour her goodly
soul from the inside out. Vhaeraun would keep a close eye on the
proceedings, though he needed to lay low for a while.
It did not take him long to research potential places in other realms
that would provide a nice vacation for a little while.

His hair a bright shade of gold, he entered the portal and shot to his
chosen destination, a wide room of simple, yet ornate styling. The lithely
built dark elf was clad in his favorite high-buttoned black shirt and tight black
leggings leaving very little to the mortal imagination. His high black boots
were impeccably polished compared to the velvet shimmer of his thick
black cape. He looked at the desk in front of him, green eyes peering
through his red half-mask, hair turning green as he picked up a quill and
filled out the requisite, yet laughably simple inquiry.

( Oh What Fun Can We Have Here )

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

jezzthespoon.livejournal.com

((Spoilers for the first two books of the Lady Penitent trilogy, some spoilerish references to War of the Spider Queen. Permission given from all current Realms-muns, namely Yours Truly))

A dark-skinned elf limped into the Sorting Room, his left leg encased in a brace of leather and metal, dragging two overstuffed-looking bags behind him. He came to a stop at the table of applications, released his luggage, flexed his fingers with a wince, then briefly lifted the half-mask from the upper part of his face to daub at the sweat.

Jezz had gone on a frenzy of acquisition before embarking on the last leg of the journey; he wasn’t sure how long he would have to stay, and it was probably a bad idea to raid the student body. There was considerable talk of bribery in his sources, so he had figured in a generous amount for that. Perhaps he’d figured in too much – his arms certainly seemed to think so. They also seemed to think he’d been too leery about expending the emergency scrolls of Tenser’s Floating Disk that Belarbreeza had scribed for him. At least the scrolls should have other uses here.

He seated himself at the table. Once the feeling had returned to his fingers, he took an application and selected a quill as the green asp around his arm unwound and began to investigate the vicinity. “Careful there, Keheneshnef,” he murmured in a tongue normally intelligible only to mage and familiar, and the quill vibrated in his hand. He was not quite as taken aback by the questions as he might have been without prior warning.

( Let me get this straight. )

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

Jezz retrieved Keheneshnef from the table, stood, turned around and smiled at the room at large. Time to play the diplomat after all.

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The Joy Drow Club (open RP)

delivery via house-elf to Jezz Jaelre

merry Christmas, from Camilla and Henry Winter! (backdated to Dec. 24)

Shiny! (Sock and Open RP)

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

Open RP: A Little Morning Singing.

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

[Open RP] How the Grinch Plots to Ruin Christmas

Post-Sorting Deliveries and Closed RP

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Jezz Jaelre (AKA Jezz the Lame), Forgotten Realms