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bantersucks.livejournal.com

((Backdated to November 3rd, the morning after this encounter. Yes, this is the last of the Halloween posts I'll make, I'm only spamming ahead of time because I have NO IDEA where I'm going to be next week due to family stuff. Still tagging to the other threads, but promised this. No doctor pups here, but visitors are welcome. Assuming May let Brenda and Lola know, of course.))

Jaime didn't remember much of what happened once May helped him get down to the Hospital Wing. It was all pretty vague, but somehow he'd been admitted overnight once whoever was on duty realized he couldn't stand up without help, was mumbling to himself, and was running a fever. He'd asked May to let Brenda and Lola know so they wouldn't freak out ~~as much~~. That was really the last coherent thing he remembered before he'd reluctantly taken the potion and fallen asleep.

He didn't know how long he was out, but the next thing he knew, the sun was shining through a window. Lifting his head, Jaime peered around him, taking a moment to recognize where he was. It was late morning, he'd finally gotten some unbroken sleep, and the scarab was finally quiet. ...Well, as quiet as it ever got - it had just informed him what time it was and how long they'd both been out and how many other patients there were in the Wing - but it wasn't freaking out anymore. Sure, he was still sore, still tired, and kind of hungry (and that last part was probably a good sign), but he felt like he could think straight again.

Letting his head fall back on the pillows, Jaime closed his eyes, relaxing for the first time in days.

Current Mood: relieved
Current Location: Hospital Wing

spiderthatwaits.livejournal.com

((Spoilers for the first book of the Lady Penitent trilogy, and some mild ones for War of the Spider Queen))

( Abyss take me? It already has… but where? )

He glanced around once more and waited. He was well used to that.

rosecasson.livejournal.com

It is a truth universally acknowledged that when you place Rose Casson next to a surface with no decoration, she will quickly use it to her advantage.

The Great Hall needs decorating for Hallowe'en. Having passed her sculpture phase weeks ago, she has recently acquired a set of luminescent paints thanks to Dr. Maturin and is currently doodling her impression of a pumpkin patch on the wall nearest the floor, shuffling along to the next bit by belly-wobbling. It's simple. Belly-wobble, do a pumpkin with a frilly bonnet on. Belly-wobble, do a Mummy pumpkin, several children pumpkins and a doggy-pumpkin. Belly-wobble, do a pumpkin with a tattoo and add a few weeds around it.

Rose's tongue is poking out of her mouth as she completes Teenage Pumpkin (complete with acne), and she does a sideways roll to the next bit of wall, intending to create Modern-Art pumpkin next.

Surely, the people of Hogwarts will thank her for what she's done to the walls! There will be cheers and parades and potato and watercress soup!

After all, it is easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

c-macaulay.livejournal.com

Camilla had not come up with any idea better than that of turning Bunny Corcoran into a literal bunny. The verbal symmetry appealed to her. Goodness knows he's never been anything like an actual bunny before. The Corcorans were stupid and gave stupid nicknames.

She was distracted lately, and that was not the best state of mind in which to be practicing delicate acts of transfiguration. Also, she'd blatantly defied library regulations by bringing in a small silver thermos of espresso, because rules were for other people. By an extremely unfortunate combination of these factors -- imperfect aim, spell bouncing off the reflective silver -- she missed her target entirely.

Instead of turning an origami 'Bunny' target into a rabbit, the spell hit Camilla herself.

The wand dropped to the floor. A small creamy-colored rabbit sat on the library chair, peering uncertainly over the edges, afraid to hop over the side onto the unknown floor below.

Current Location: library

fiercefluffy.livejournal.com

A young man appears in the Sorting Room, in the way people often appear here: without warning. He carries himself with what modern prose might style a patrician bearing. This is for good reason. He is a patrician, the genuine article.

While he does not seem entirely surprised to find himself here, neither does he seem entirely prepared. For one, he's not dressed for Hogwarts. He wears a tunic and a toga over that, both white with a border of murex red-purple, the true Tyrian purple. If asked, he will stress that he wears this because of status, not age: though this is what younger boys wear, also all pontifices are entitled to the toga praetexta. He put on the plain toga virilis a few years ago, years that seem to him quite long, and only put it away for this when his uncle named him pontiff: a surprising honor, for one so young, only seventeen; and Octavian may be a little touchy about his age, these days. Properly speaking he ought to be the head of his family.

Properly speaking, he is the head of his family. But there is not very much that is proper about Octavian's house, these days, it seems to him.

He is lettered, quite solidly so, more so perhaps than his mother would like. However, he has never seen a quill pen before, being accustomed to the use of a stylus, and it does not occur to him immediately that this feather upon the table is meant for writing. The Dictaquill does its work. Octavian watches it with a slight widening of his eyes that quickly regulates itself to his normal set expression.

This place is as strange as he had expected.

( I can take care of myself. )

By now, the quill has demonstrated its purpose quite adequately. In mid-stroke, its movement is interrupted by Octavian, who grasps it and writes his name, neatly, in a smooth and well-schooled hand:

Gaius Octavian.

He writes it by habit, then crosses it out. Lately he has been given a new name.

Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus.

There. Better.

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

( here there be OOC notes )

Current Location: Sorting Room

busty-robin.livejournal.com

((RP open to anyone who would visit Steph in the HW - this is not, however, an Hospital Wing RP! There's no one here who can cure your kuru!))

Who would have thought embarking on a poorly planned crime-fighting rampage in London's East End would get you laid up in the hospital wing? Steph wasn't in any sort of pain (thank you, magical drugs...er...in a totally legal way). She was, however, pretty embarrassed. Barfing on a cop's shoes? Not her best moment. Hilarious, but still. Unprofessional.

Not helping the embarrassment was the fact that she had several owls to write, as there were a handful of people who might care if she disappeared for a day (go figure!). Luckily, they all lived in the same ~~pwettypink~~hut.

( Owl to George Weasley and Sam & Dean Winchester )

Owls sent off, Steph pulled out a deck of cards and started what, unknown to her, would be three days worth of solitaire.

Current Location: Hospital Wing

wolfram-jyari.livejournal.com

A piece of parchment in the common room is enchanted to both display and shout this message:

Express the beauty of your soul through the art of Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld, Betrothed to the Maou and Hufflepuff! Please come to the corner of the corridor southeast of the Hufflepuff dormitory, north of the revolving staircase and one floor above the Transfiguration classroom (at least, that's where the corner is, this week).

All art produced will be yours to keep, to be passed down from generation to generation, long after your limited lifespan turns your human body into dust.

Enjoy this summer's day!

Sincerely,
Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld
Betrothed to the Maou
Hufflepuff

( Well, how could this possibly go wrong? )

Current Mood: creative

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

Right, since tomorrow I shall be joined by my two best friends and actually have all three of us in the same country for the first time since early '06, I'll be AWOL this weekend. Therein shall lie my reasons for unanswering tags.

It's too short to do a list of IC reasons for absence, even if I'd love to.

bad-trepanation.livejournal.com

The sorting room was... surprisingly still. Was it empty? All there was in the room was...

Oh, wait, what was that lump in that chair?

There was most definitely a man sprawled across the desk, face smushed into the pile of pages on the table and looking... a bit like a hobo, really. There were rather loud snores coming from beneath the hood tugged up over the guy's head, and the Dictaquill had sprung into action, scrawling out several 'Z's across the parchment. It had filled up two and a half backs of various applications before it finally came to a pause, instead taking it upon itself to jab furiously at the sleeping form's arm.

"Fucking what the bloody 'ell!"

Mason snapped upright, nearly knocking his chair over backwards in his rather overzealous backwards flail. Woops. With a hard sweep of the hood off his head, he mumbled something a little loud, that sounded vaguely like, 'I'm awake, I swear' before he started slapping at the papers on the table in a last-ditch effort to look like he was actually doing something.

( Erhrrm. An application. Right. Fascinating. )

"I have read the

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

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Mason
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Mason
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Oh, bloody hell, I should hope not. That rubbish makes my toast taste like fried asshole.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Sex Pistols - Anarchy in the U.K.

carlaespinosa.livejournal.com

((OOC: Application done with the permission of the Scrubs-muns. Carla is taken from just after the canon events of 'My Nightingale' (S2, ep 2), though she's been at Sacred Heart for the time that the HH Scrubs chars have been gone. Enjoy!))

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Damn straight, Todd, you're going to keep walking. My ass is not for you, and I sure as hell don't want to add a little shake to my walk." A young woman appears in the sorting room, shouting over her shoulder to...someone. Muttering to herself, not really paying attention to her surroundings, she turns as if expecting a shelf of supplies. "Few doctors go on sabbatical and it's like the whole world goes loco. Muchos de hombres estúpidos, pensando con la cabeza incorrecta, que es cuál es incorrecto."

Her hand reached out, grasping at...air. Blinking, Carla looked around, realizing for the first time that she's not in a supply closet. "What the..."

Turning in a circle, mouth dropping and eyes going wide, Carla murmured a stream of profanities in Spanish. "I've gone crazy. I've finally cracked." Then, snapping back, she glared. "Mrs. Cranston in 201 needs a central line, Mr. Benton in 212's catheter is loose again, and God knows that his attending can't touch it because he might get tinkle on his new scrubs, and I have fifteen prescription orders to write up. So whoever is responsible for this little mental breakdown better cut it the hell out right now, because I do not have the time.

There was silence for a long moment, and the pissed-off 'Jenny from the Block' look faded as Carla glanced around the room again.

( Madre de Dios )

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

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: Big Stone Room
Current Music: I'm No Superman ~ Lazlo Bane

rooney-r-doodle.livejournal.com

( Get up and dance! )

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

Exams call. *curses British A-level system*. So I'll be gone til the 8th of June.

Mel is having the events of her newest book happen to her (along with Lola, thank you so much, Lola-mun)
Rose is wondering if house-elves like curry sandwiches and if she should get Indigo to make some.
Vicky is poledancing in the common room.
Dominic is trying to get over the shock of seeing his brother tinified.
'Teazer is...presumably still in the castle.

canes-can-kill.livejournal.com

((OOC: Backdated a bit, during an owl exchange between Cox and House.))

( Steve McQueen the rat is sent to Rose, heavily warded, and charmed to turn invisible for anybody else. If Cox comes within 5 feet of it, it will also burst into flames. Violently. )

rosecasson.livejournal.com

I'm off to Cyprus (*insert geeky squeal of joy here*) tomorrow for a week. I may have internet; I may not. If I do, it goes without saying I'll be a bit AWOL anyway because we have to do 'family things' such as going out to dinner occasionally. *headdesk*

If I don't reply, I haven't dropped off the face of the world. I will be replying for threads I'm currently in, but yes, I may be a bit slow.

Don't blow up anything cool whilst I'm gone!

daxtastic.livejournal.com

( Owl to Rose Casson )

( Owl to Indigo Casson )

-----------------------
Several days later....

All right. Appetizers were ordered (chips! The Doc mentioned that humans liked chips). Restaurant was clean and free of animal heads. No cockroaches, dirty glasses, or anything that in Dax’s humble opinion amounted to character.

This would go well. She took a seat, smoothed out her skirt (she wore a skirt!), and waited for the guests to arrive.

Current Mood: nervous
Current Location: The Three Broomsticks

coxinsox.livejournal.com

Another day, another shift, and Cox found himself once again trying to invent new ways to keep himself busy amidst beds of Hosue Elves. Today, he was practicing his aim by magically hurling pencils, like darts, towards a chart he'd pinned up on the far wall of the Wing.

Agnes's face might have been on it, but he'd charmed it to change to JD's if the Head Witch herself should walk in. So far, he'd scored 1000 points, and it was starting to get old. Maybe he'd change it to Jordan...

Or he could do some actual work. What a novel concept that would be.

Current Mood: bored
Current Location: Hospital Wing

rosecasson.livejournal.com

Pinned up around the school, in the measured script of someone who is entirely not Rose and may be a house-elf:

There is an exhibition of art and sculpture and murals and other things on the third floor. You will be able to tell where it is because there will be no dust and the room will be full of art things and there will be sausages on sticks and a sign saying ‘This way --->’

And you do not have to come if you do not like art, but you do have to come if you like me.

There is also some painting stuff on the table if you want to have a go and put it in the guest gallery which is on the wall that says ‘Gallery For Guests’.

The art is by me, who is Rose Casson.

( Meanwhile, on the third floor... )

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

((Ask and ye shall receive!

rosecasson asked for this, and who am I to deny her anything?))

(Little bitty pretty one / Come on and talk-a to me)

( Owls to Rose Casson, Nemo, Squee, Sirius, Lily, Strong Sad, Yuuri and Wolfram, from Pippi. )

( Owl to Mel Beeby, from Brice. )

Current Music: Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris

brutal-metal.livejournal.com

There is silence for a few seconds until the broadcasting flicks on, and everybody who is tuned in immediately has their ears assaulted by a death-metal scream of "GREETINGS, MUTANTS OF HOGWARTS!" Thankfully, the next time the voice speaks, he is considerably quieter - though it still sounds like a growl of a voice speaking through gravel. "I'm your host Nathan Explosion, vocalist of the brutal metal band Dethklok, and I'm here to give... METAL EDUCATION."

"As everyone knows, metal came from early bands like Led Zeppelin and Jimi Hendrix, which in turn birthed the first heavy rock bands like Black Sabbath and Deep Purple. They... uh, then brought about the coming of Iron Maiden, Saxon, Motorhead and Metallica, the first true metal."

He pauses, and it sounds like he's trying to find a CD. "The first time the words 'heavy metal' were used was in a Steppenwolf song, called Born to be Wild (Lyrics). Uh. I guess that's relevant. They had the song lying around anyway."

( Going on a BRUTAL METAL journey, from Death and Black, to Operatic and Industrial. )

Current Mood: brutal
Current Location: WART Studio

pollicle-zapper.livejournal.com

Hullo, this is Quaxo-mun posting both for herself and Mel-mun, as this hiatus goes for us both. Because you see, I am popping over to England for a while to, y'know, hang out with her and do a whole bunch of generally awesome things. ~~Like seeing CATS OMG SQUEE.~~

Anyway. We'll be pretty much MIA from the 17th to the 25th.

IC reasons for absence.

Mistoffelees and Teazer are curled up in bed together, and they don't intend to leave for a good while. (Quaxo remains blissfully unaware, to avoid kitten brain-breakage.)
Brice, Mel and Lola are back in Heaven for a quick visit and some serious shopping.
Rose Casson and Pippi are preparing the art exhibition Rose is putting on.
Bombalurina is ~~writing love-letters~~ ~~hiding from Lily~~ trying on new outfits in her dorm.
Yakko is somewhere, probably trying to get into the Hufflepuff common room and check out all the hot girls.
Henry is in his room, trying to read up on magical theory and getting sidetracked by the bad Latin in spells.
Dom is mournfully trying to write to Lily--again--and doodling instead of working.
Vicky is... being Vicky. Somewhere.

Phew. Okay, have fun while we're away, and don't get your faces eaten. 'Kay? Good.

Current Music: Avenue Q

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Entries tagged with rose casson

Open RP: A Good Night's Sleep Makes Everything Better

Application for Selvetarm, Forgotten Realms

Semi-open RP: Rose is redecorating without permission

closed RP in the library: when transfiguration goes wrong

application for Octavian (HBO's Rome)

Hospitals are Boring ((Semi-Open RP))

Open RP: Art is Art is Art

Quick OOC hiatus notice

Application for Mason, from 'Dead Like Me'

Application for Carla Espinosa (Scrubs)

Rooney R. Doodle from The Doodlebops

And now for another hiatus notice

Owl to Rose

OOC: Hiatus-type-thing-ish

Family Dinner? Buwhat? Closed RP, Dax, Rose, Indigo, & Stephen

Open RP: Hospital Wing

Open RP: Rose and her exhibition

Sockpuppeting with Brice and Pippi, and many Owls.

[WART #73] Nathan Explosions' Brutal Metal Education (With cranky party-crasher, Dr. House)

OOC. Hiatus notice!

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