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elegantsamurai.livejournal.com

The house elves continued to insist that Yukimura think of something to do with the Sorting Hat's gift of cheese. Well, it was more they insist he ate it, but that was completely undesirable.

The logical thing to do then was to see that the cheese was eaten. Remembering A's suggestion, he asked the house elves to make fondue of all the cheese and to set it up in the Great Hall, if they would, for the pleasure of all who wandered by. The Hat, he insisted with a laugh, would be over joyed that it's gift brought pleasure to so many.

Secretly, he was sure the Hat was a sadist.

Today, he is dressed normally, in his normal clothing and in a relatively good mood.

'Please, do enjoy the fondue' a sign by the door reads.

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

The fact they have saved the world really ought to be a cause for celebration. A party in the Great Hall or something. None of them got injured, since there was no big brawl between the forces of good and evil, nothing that would look especially awesome in an action movie, just an angel in hand-painted basketball boots entreating a Navajo girl to start the chain reaction of caring around humans. So her training was wasted, but her friends were kept safe, and that's what matters.

Except they've been secretive and whispery since they got back--kind of like how she was acting before she told them she had to save the world, actually, is this some sort of retribution?--and have swanned off together today, leaving Mel to look after the dog, absent kissyface, bye now darling.

Well, the dog is sleeping now in their room and there is absolutely nothing else to do. She's not hungry, she can't take anything for a walk, she's between books at the moment; she had planned to go off on a daytrip to Heaven at some point, but she's lumbered with canine and the fact that's where Brice and Lola went to. Yeah, they're entitled to home visits as well, but when there have been some they're generally not so enclosed. What's the cause of it? Mel knows the answer normally to 'My best friend and boyfriend are acting really weird and spending most of their time together; she's his ex, by the way, what's going on?' However, they're angels. Cheating doesn't happen.

So what the Hell could it be? Mel, alone in the library near the door with a look on her face like she's doing calculus, is Concerned. Worried, maybe. Sit down and talk it out with her; it might help.

hot-german.livejournal.com

No matter what anyone said, Dieter preferred powdered evil to fresh.

When making Pancakes of Evil, it was important to have the right ingredients on hand. He could have gone all Martha Stewart, and powdered the evil himself, but boxed evil tasted just as good as the real deal. Besides, the Cookies of Evil came from a store. Everybody knew that.

With a fresh batch of pancakes, Dieter left the mess behind in the kitchen, figuring that he'd clean it up later. Well, the house elves wouldn't stand for that! They put all of the dirty mixing bowls and utensils away, wiped the counters, and put all of the ingredients back.

It was an understandable mistake. Powdered evil looks a lot like salt.

So it may have been evil that was added to the soup that was served in the Great Hall for lunch. Nobody was sure.

((Sorry! I have to spend Friday out of town, so this is early. It is up to the mun if their character eats the soup. This is opt-in only! The soup had random effects that are determined by the mun. The duration of the effects is also mun-determined.))

vanyel-peacock.livejournal.com

Character: Vanyel Ashkevron from Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar books. The character is being apped immediately after attempting suicide following the suicide of his lover, Tylendel. Rather than being Chosen, as he was in the books, he insetad woke from his suicide attempt to find himself here.

Vanyel was slumped in the corner, the fresh slices in his arms having just stopped bleeding. He was rather a mess, although to those with a good eye, it was rather obvious that he’d started the evening looking rather fashionable. His eyes opened, and he sat rather stiffly in the corner, looking at the room with an air of confusion, before a cold look settled over his features..

( Allow me to elucidate. )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____________ Van

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___________Van.

I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___________.Van

One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____________Van "

Current Mood: confused

deadwoodtrixie.livejournal.com

(( SPOILER ALERT. There will be spoilers for ALL seasons and episodes of "Deadwood" in this app.

Be also warned, if you do not know of "Deadwood"'s reputation, just about everything Trixie says is liable to be NSFW for language. ))

( How Trixie came to Hogwarts. )

( What Trixie had to say for herself: being an unintentional application for admission to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. )

She wraps Sol's quilt around her though in her chemise and her skirts she doesn't need the warmth. It's more by way of armor, psychologically, not that she'd understand or admit that. And she waits to see what is going to happen next.

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

( transcript links for the bits lifted from canon )

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

( Owls, warded )

There's cake.

And cold fruit juice, and biscuits. Mel's not sure just how they'll take this. Sugar might help in mellowing their mood. After all, wouldn't you be mad if your best friend revealed they'd been withholding valuable information from you because they didn't want you to get hurt? With time racing toward her, Mel can feel it's past time to tell them about the Creation angel and his conversation with her.

Fiddling with a loose thread in her top, Mel bites her lip and leans back on the desk, waiting for her friends to come in.

noseymaddie.livejournal.com

Maddie Magellan, now resident of Slytherin, found herself in an awkward position upon leaving the Sorting Room. The halls were unmarked. And, there were murderers in this school to be wary of. And, even those who were helpful were rather skittish.

And, she could really use a drink. Cabernet, a nice red wine. Yes, that's what she wanted. Or maybe something stronger? A pint? Maybe both.

But, this was a school, and though one of the questions had been about naming a bar, she seriously doubted a school would have such a convenience.

Then, one of the pictures across from here caught her eye. They were moving. No, that couldn't be right. Paintings didn't move.

Or maybe they did here.

"Bugger all, I need a drink."

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

You ever get that thing, sometimes, where you know you have to be somewhere? Not in that crappy novel-you-packed-for-the-hols way, where the hero's all 'I just...knew' when asked some question by the stupid heroine why he was there when she was about to be eaten by a shark, but when something's almost pulling you irresistabl--right, no, of course you don't. Angels do, though.

So it comes that before Mel can much question it, Helix has her walking down a stone corridor, shoes echoing somewhat. Helix is rarely, if ever, wrong. Mel's learnt to go with her inner angel, though it's been difficult. Helix pushed her to keep training, martial arts and connecting more strongly with the Link, until she's turned into what she is now--able to save her world, if she does it right. And maybe, just maybe, she needs to talk to Michael about this, even if she hasn't mentioned it to Lola or Brice.

But the archangel who runs her school might be a good port of call when she feels this saving-the-world gig might be coming up on her soon. She pushes open the heavy doors of the library and almost drifts in, swallowing a lump in her throat. This conversation might be a bit hard to handle.

Current Mood: calm
Current Location: The Library

in-doesntmatter.livejournal.com

Patrick looked at the paper in front of him before looking around the room itself. He didn't recall exactly how he ended up in the room or why, but he wouldn't show this. Maintaining his mechanical smile, Patrick carefully removed a pen from his breast pocket. Exhaling, he casually glanced around. He intended to pick up his sheets, blood stained at 400 thread count, not to be answering some sort of sociological survey that would no doubt try and classify him as something lower than he was.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

((This is Patrick Bateman. If you know him, it's to be expected, if not, WARNING. HE HAS VERY DETAILED, VIVID, VIOLENT inner-monologues which are represented in italics. He won't really kill anyone, just will think about it. A lot.))

edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

((OOC notes: There are two assignments to this lesson, the first above the cut, the second hidden behind it.

Anyone can join, even if you didn't sign up, so if after reading this post, you want to reply, go for it. As with most classes, if you want Kusuriyuri's attention, please include that in the subject line of the reply. Since Kusuriyuri is Japanese [and very much so], he talks in a rather passive, convoluted and understated way. If you need me to "translate" it in replies, please include an OOC asking for such and I'll be glad to do it for you. I do know that sometimes it can be off-putting, not being sure how to respond.

( Cultural context, if you want to read it )

Kusuriyuri examined his class. He was more familiar with one on one teaching. This group effort seemed to him a bit less focused than necessary for the students to gain the information they needed. But, this was the method that the books, when he'd finally found the library, suggested.

Students may notice odd pieces of paper adorning the walls. The paintings and the ghosts still make him uneasy so he feels better with 札 fuda, wards, on the walls. If they do not react, there are no mononoke around. It is wiser to be prepared and warned than taken unawares.

Greetings, I am Kusuriyuri. I look forward to working with you. It was requested that you consider the meanings of form and substance for this lesson. Please, write the meaning you have derived on the paper before you. When you are finished, please turn the paper over.

( Kusuriyuri waits for the students to complete their task. )

jemmafloats.livejournal.com

( Allow me to elucidate. )

Remember that healing power I told you about? It's really cool complete with green flames and good feelings. If it still works I'll use it for you if you ever need it?

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

seeing-roses.livejournal.com

You'll never be properly prepared to take a bullet, but Lester Burnham was especially surprised. It came at the right moment, however. Lester lay in the kitchen, the blood flowing from his head like a cracked vat of water, spilling onto the tiles. But he was happy. He was smiling and he was happy.

Then his eyes closed. In the stretch of time before this, he saw so many beautiful things; his grandmother's gentle, paper hands moving along his cheeks as a child and the way the sky looked as he looked up from the camp fire at scout camp. The world was so beautiful now, as it never was before. Especially to Lester. But still, he closed his eyes and felt his time end.

Or so he thought. Lester opened his eyes and immediately knew there was a change in him. Moving his hand up to the back of his head, he felt no blood. No gaping hole playing nest to a bullet. Nothing. Lester laughed and looked out into the sorting room and noted the paper before him. With his smile infectiously filling up his face, he answered the questionnaire before him.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

A bribe? I have a bag of pot in my back pocket, a kick-ass car from the 70's that I've wanted my entire life that I would prefer not to get rid of and a suburban wife who is fucking her colleague. I'll give you two of the three.

And for the record? writing with a quill is FAR more difficult than it looks. My suggestions? Get Ballpoint pen, you know, for next time.

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

we-shall-see.livejournal.com

“—an American spy? Go fuck yourself, you fucking child,” Gust shouts, not at the top of his lungs, he isn't that upset (but oh, is it a close call) gesturing with the screw driver he’d just used to smash in his superior officer’s window for the second time since failing to be given the Helsinki job, and on turning, finds himself...

Elsewhere. This is obviously not the office where he is soon to no longer be employed. It’s probably the Russians. (It’s always the Russians.)

The first thing he sees is a questionnaire. And why not? Not like there’s anything better to do when you’re abducted by Russian technology. Logically he knows that they cannot possibly have teamed up with Star Trek to pull this kind of stunt... but that’s his story, and for now, for comfort’s sake, he’ll go with it.

( I'm not a spy. )

tomowildcat.livejournal.com

In a rare flash of insight, it had occurred to Tomo that a lot of the castle's occupants were sadly unaware of important events and holidays and such. And since one such important event was coming up, she took it upon herself to educate the general populace on the phenomenon that was White Day.

( So of course the school was plastered with fliers. )

((For those of you wondering what the point of this was aside from Tomo using it as an excuse to scam chocolate off of people... her mun is lazy and doesn't want to have Tomo going around and constantly explaining it. That way lies madness and nonsense and me dropping threads even more than usual. No tagging required here as the mun is VERY tired from midterm - you can react to the flyer, but Tomo won't see it. The point of this will become clear on Friday.))

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

Since returning from her mission and deciding one should really be more angelly if they've got that sort of responsibility now, Mel headed to the library after her run with Lola. In which she hadn't let on anything about her current target to her soulmate. Mel still feels bad about that, to be honest.

But the way she can say sorry is by not shirking her duty or trying to run and hide from the universe. It only tends to catch up with you. Mel's parked on her celestial bum in the library, making her way slowly through a pile of texts on famous battles, wizarding and otherwise. And defensive spellbooks, just in case. After this, she plans to meditate and be sickeningly good.

If a casual observer were to look in her direction, they'd see a shiny head of black hair occasionally bobbing up to put a book into a particular pile or dip a quill in ink. Nothing really differentiates her from her Dark side at this moment in time...

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

((Written with with Brice-mun! SPOILERS for 'Feeling The Vibes'. ))

( I can't save the world. I'm just a kid. )

***

This staring thing Mel had going on was really starting to worry her boyfriend. They'd gotten back pretty recently. (And soon found out that a whole bunch of people had spontaneously popcorned. The hell? Here you go away to save a baby Buddha for a few days and people were getting turned into snack food left and right...) Mel had been scarily quiet for a long time, and it was so unlike her to not talk that Brice had to draw the conclusion that something was wrong. Had he done something? He hoped not.

He wasn't good at this. He needed a girl. A girl for his girlfriend to talk girly stuff with until she turned back to her normal, sparkly self. And there was really only one person he could contact in this situation.

( Warded owl to Lola )

nicknamegirl.livejournal.com

( To Jaime, warded and charmed to shimmer in gold )

After having sent the owl off, Lola grabbed her belongings and hurried down. Michael had arranged for a time flight to come pick up everyone, but it had to be done outside the school grounds for some reason. He'd said it had to do with all the magical disturbances in the atmosphere, but Lola hadn't quite understood the mechanics around it. Presumably you had to be an archangel to really do.

She jogged out into the chilly Scotland air and instantly spotted Brice and Mel. They were standing there, as ready as they could be, though Brice seemed tenser than usual and Mel was clearly worried. Lola wished, not for the first time, that she could go on the same mission as her friends. It shouldn’t be too difficult, though? They just had to escort a reincarnated bodhisattva to his new place of education, with the monks in the northern part of India, where he’d learn everything he needed to learn to hopefully bring world peace to the 21st century...

Yeah, no problem at all. To add an extra amount of fretting to the equation, little Obi was only four years old, and Lola knew he was a particular favourite of Mel's. Brice was attached to the little guy too, as much as a very macho and obviously suave and cool teenage guy could be to a preschooler.

"You ready?" Mel asked quietly, smiling as well as she could.

Lola gave her best friend and soulmate a sweet smile back, trying to calm herself down. "Carita, we'll be back before we know it." She squeezed Mel's hand. "Older and wiser. Just don't get PODS slime on my boots."

That at least elicited a grim grin from Brice and a wan giggle from Mel. The girls hugged, and then parted, Mel's hands fiddling with her tags, Lola double-checking that she had everything. Brice was just staring into space, a muscle moving in his cheek. The prospect of Hell interference was doubly worse for him; even if he was better at sniffing out Dark agents than most angels, deserting the Powers of Darkness meant they were keener than usual to ruin their mission.

In the sticky, uncomfortable silence, Lola felt a shimmer go through her body, like she was rising into the air. Michael. Being in the presence of an archangel never gets old. He materialised in front of the three, and smiled, crumpled suit and tired eyes not having a single affect on his peaceful vibe. The air suddenly felt easier to breathe, and it smelled of lilacs. Heaven.

"Ah, yes," said Michael. "Good that you are all here... Is everyone ready?"

Current Mood: nervous
Current Location: Outside Hogwarts grounds

ithinkitscatchy.livejournal.com

( Owen isn't as bad as butter... )

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: popcorn room

notquiteabat.livejournal.com

((I'm taking Witch Baby from a few months after Missing Angel Juan))

Witch Baby coasts into the Sorting Room on her cowboy-boot-rollerskates, and looks more than a little surprised to be there. She recovers her composure quickly (there being no one around that she knows, so it makes no difference if she sulks or not), and rolls over to the table. The parchment and quill are a novelty to someone used to notebook paper and cheap ballpoints, so she takes a closer look. Interesting.

( What time are we upon and where do I belong? )

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

bad-date-nate.livejournal.com

To say that Nathaniel Archibald, son and heir to Anne and Howie 'The Captain' Archibald, was sleeping on the long wooden table would be not entirely accurate. Nate Archibald was unconscious on the long wooden table.

You can't blame the teen for partying too hard; a typical Upper East Side BYOB is BYOX, BYOGHB, and of course BYOBFF to guard your drink. And if your father took to calling himself the Captain, could you really be surprised if you found yourself toking up a few times ~~a weekend~~?

( Hello Hogwartsers. Looks like this school has claimed a new victim. )

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