[identity profile] wright-phoenix.livejournal.com
"OBJECTION!" Phoenix yelled as he spilled onto the floor, surrounded by popcorn. Oh, damnit, not this place again. He just won the biggest case ever, how's he supposed to celebrate with his friends if he's here at Hogwarts?

Oh, well. No use crying over spilled curry milk.

Dusting off his suit, or as best as he can when he's all buttery, Phoenix headed back toward Ravenclaw.

[[OOC: Open RP. Phoenix, again, is taken from right after Trials and Tribulations (the third game), and he remembers everything from the last time he was at Hogwarts.]]
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
One bright Hogwarts morning, fliers with small, numbered Hat-shaped plastic tokens are sent out to a select group of students via house elf. “Your presence is required at an Awards Ceremony in the Great Hall tonight,” the flier states. “Attendance is mandatory. Formal dress is required. Prizes will be given.”

And so, at the appointed time, the students are ushered into the Great Hall. It has been lavishly decorated for the occasion: streamers, flowers, a champagne fountain, the works. At the front of the hall sits the Sorting Hat, likewise decorated in a wreath of flowers and lots of bling. It sits imperiously and waits until everyone has taken a seat and the beautifully decorated doors have been closed and barred.

“My dear students,” it begins, “we are gathered here today for a wonderful ceremony. A ceremony of magic and beauty, and it is my privilege to be here with you. Now, before you can get your wonderful awards--” here one of the Hat's folds dips in what might have been a wink on something with a face--”are you all carrying your special prize tokens?” It waits for a little longer while the attending house elves (all carrying bouquets of multicolored flowers) check to ensure that yes, everyone in the room has one on their person. “Wonderful! By the power vested in me by the Board of Education, I now pronounce you married!”

Before the shock and outrage can set in, the Hat rushes into the next part of its speech. “No use getting upset, it's legal now! This place has become a haven for loose morals, and you're helping to fix that! Don't worry about your belongings, you won't have to spend a second sweating and becoming undesirable for your new spouses! While you've been here, the house elves have moved your sundries out to your new homes for you, isn't that nice of them? They've even been allowed to charm your new homes so that you can't remove your objects from them! Let's hear it for the house elves!” It doesn't pause for applause. “Now, I'll let you happy newlyweds get to the business of consummating your new relationships in the name of duck waffles procreation. Your tokens are numbered with your new addresses, and a map has been provided at the door. Don't try to run, the ushers have been provided with cattle prods and given the permission to use them.” The Hat waves a strap at one terrified-looking bouquet-holding elf near the front, who pulls a cattle prod out of the flowers and waves it around. “And now, onward! Onward to happy families! Onward to El Mundo Del Sombrero!

The doors open. The armed house elves swarm, herding the students to a tent village on Hogwarts grounds. Resistance is futile.

Once arriving at the tent whose number matches the number on their token, each student will meet his or her new spouse(s) ...



((The tents in El Mundo Del Sombrero are wizarding tents that appear to be one-bedroom houses complete with bathrooms, kitchens, living rooms, etc. inside. Rearranging and addition of objects is allowed, removal of objects for the purposes of moving elsewhere or returning to the castle is not due to the charm on the tents. Players are allowed to NPC the house elves shocking their own characters if an escape attempt is made. Note that characters will not be barred from returning to the castle later to do other things, e.g., use the library; they just can't move back into the castle. Congratulations on your nuptials.

Feel free to RP in this post, or to post your own separate posts that take place within the dubious sanctuary of your brand-new tent!))
[identity profile] wright-phoenix.livejournal.com
The intent was to produce a bouquet of roses. Instead, Phoenix produced ragweed. Which gives him hay fever. Which makes him sneeze uncontrollably.

So off he goes to the hospital wing, hoping for an antidote.
[identity profile] legal-wheaties.livejournal.com
Jack was pretty sure he was dreaming. Then again, he hadn't had a dream this weird or vivid in a long time. Most nights, he didn't even remember dreaming at all. But now, he was in a large room, in what seemed to be a castle. It had the feel of a school too. Maybe he was dreaming about being back at St. Ignatius, with the Jesuits, although this felt... different.

He noticed a piece of parchment on a desk in front of him, with a quill, standing poised on its own, apparently ready to dictate. Jack changed his mind immediately upon seeing that -- definitely not St. Ignatius. Glancing over the questions on the sheet, he felt this fact even more strongly.

ExpandOpening statements )
[identity profile] world-builder.livejournal.com
((Open to everyone who signed up))

Last time Slartibartfast had done one of these, he'd carried everybody to Magrathea in an old converted van. This time, there were so many people going, he'd had his ship the Starship Bistromath delivered, and it now sat idling on the lawn. Irrational behavior wasn't going to get them to Magrathea in anything like enough time, however, so he'd refitted it with an Infinite Improbability Drive.

"All right, ah, everyone, I want you to, you know, to find your partners, and we'll get on the, the, you know, the ship. I do hope everyone dressed, uh, dressed sensibly."
[identity profile] wright-phoenix.livejournal.com
Okay, that? Not the best sorting he attended. Someone specifically murdering attorneys-albeit droid ones-was just a scary thought. Which was why Phoenix was walking away as fast as he could.

Which is why he's now stuck on a staircase that goes nowhere. At least until it meets up with a floor.

Oh well. Phoenix leaned against the railing and waited, watching the other staircases.
[identity profile] ominous-hum.livejournal.com
Somewhere near the ceiling of the Sorting Room, there is a sound much like a baseball bat being passed through a coffee maker, and then a large gray-green mass materializes out of thin air and lands on the ground with a splatch. It sits there for a moment, inert, and then a pair of eyes emerge and pan around the room. The mass sprouts a pair of arms, then a hole appears in it and lets out an incoherent moan.

Then the hole forms words. Specifically, the words: "KEVYN! You better not have been tinkering with the teraport again, or I'm going to rip your head off! Again!"

One of the mass's arms reaches into the hole - or rather, the mouth - and pulls out a very large handgun, the size of a bowling ball with a barrel bigger than a soup can. With a flick of a switch, the gun starts giving off a soft, ominous hum, building in intensity until the switch is thrown again. Satisfied, the creature puts the enormous gun back in its mouth, and spies a questionnaire, a roll of parchment, and a hovering quill that has apparently scribbled down the creature's rant. "The hey?" the creature asks, and sees the quill scribble again.

"Okay, that's weird." Scribble. "Stop that." Scribble. "I said stop it." Scribble scribble.

The creature pulls out the handgun again, throws the switch from before, and points it right at the quill as the ommmmmmminous hummmmm starts to build. The quill stops.

"Hmf," the creature growls, and stuffs the gun back in its mouth, drawing out a small device. "Kevyn, this is Schlock, can you read me?"

"Kevyn? Elf? Shodan? Captain Tagon? Anyone?"

Schlock sighs and drops the device back into his mouth, then looks back at the questionnaire.

ExpandOh, what the hey, let's have a look here. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _schlock_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _schlock_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _schlock_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _wow, that's some ambitious marmalade. I know a psycho-bear that might like to meet it_"
[identity profile] 2bking.livejournal.com
A young lion cub scampered across down the hall. He didn't know where he was, but he wasn't too worried. This was an adventure. It was going to be really cool. And Nala was going to be so jealous.

He peeked around the corner of an entryway, into a large room. After glancing around cautiously, he entered. "Hello?" he called out, only slightly timidly. A piece of paper drifted down in front of him. Curious, he pawed at it and studied it carefully. Not being able to read, the questions were dictated to him out loud. He replied with his answers likewise.

ExpandHere goes! )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __*pawprint*__
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __*pawprint*__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __*pawprint*__.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____*pawprint*____
[identity profile] wright-phoenix.livejournal.com
[[This may potentially be rated PG to R, due to nudity]] Phoenix was bored. He was pondering on how to amuse himself on this boring and quiet day.

He was flipping some cards into a hat he found. It occurred to him that he could be playing with other people. He could be playing poker! And he was fairly good at poker although he's much better in the future cause he fucking cheats okay, technically it's not cheating.

Buuuuut, how would he get people to play if no money was at stake (cause Phoenix doesn't have a ton of money and needs it for school supplies).

..............

ExpandHe's going to regret this )
He props open the door to Ravenclaw and hopes people show.

[[EDIT: How the game will work is that either Monday or Tuesday, I will start a thread for each hand. It will say Hand One or Hand Two or whatever. Each person will write in a screened comment any hand they want to play, within reason. List specifically what the hand is, such as a pair of 3 or 7-8-9-10-Jack straight flush. I'll unscreen the comments, then each character removes a piece of their clothing.]]

Open RP

Apr. 11th, 2007 10:01 pm
[identity profile] wright-phoenix.livejournal.com
It was silent for a few minutes. Then a sheepish lawyer's voice came on the radio.

"Um....I made it rain vodka. How did I do that, and how do I stop it?"
[identity profile] jesus-kitty.livejournal.com
The doors to the Sorting Room opened to golden light, and the dark, large silhouette of a lion. The doors swung shut and the lion walked forward on enormous velvet paws. Upon looking at him, one realizes how something can be good and terrible all at once. He was incredibly large, with a long golden mane and a veritable sea of bright golden fur that would be called fluffy if the owner of it had not been so huge and his teeth had not been so long and sharp. A strange and solemn perfume hung around his mane, and his green eyes were great, royal, solemn, and overwhelming. “I am Aslan,” he announced. It was more a Voice than a voice, and it was very large, deep, and rich. With that, he turned to the application. 



"I have read the [community profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______*pawprint*______. 
I have read the [community profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____*pawprint*______. 
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____*pawprint*_______. 
One day, marmalade the Emperor beyond the Sea will rule the world. ______*pawprint*_______." 

((ooc; Just in time for Easter! =^.^=))
[identity profile] wright-phoenix.livejournal.com
[[EDIT: Forgot to say it's open to anyone in Ravenclaw]]

He had barely gotten sorted when he got whisked away to a trial. It was a bit different for him, partly because he had never defended a wizard before, and this was the past, long before the three-day-maximum rule took effect. Hell, by his count he was 15 back at home.

No matter. No sooner had he gotten the not guilty verdict he fought for did he find himself back at Hogwarts. It took him a couple of minutes to remember where he was sorted, but now he was arranging his things in a small room in the Ravenclaw quarters.

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