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miss-bunny-swan.livejournal.com

( Owl to Rubeus Hagrid )

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Immediately after receiving Lezard's latest reply in their compy-lab back-and-forth, Miss Swan rushed back to Sparklypoo House to get ready for her hot date. A hot date with a man who looked like a man (and wanted to date her and wasn't gay) required a sexy outfit, and Miss Swan knew exactly which one to pick...although that might have been because she had only one outfit that wasn't a plaid jumper over a housedress.

At any rate, there Miss Swan was, wearing what appeared to be a giant stuffed swan around her neck. The neck of the swan wrapped around hers, with the head dangling down over one breast. As one followed the neck down the stout curves of her body, it ended in a white tutulike skirt that was obviously the body of the swan.

Having no idea what Lezard looked like (other than that he looked like a man), she stood there watching with narrowed eyes as people passed by, giving each one the once over to determine if they were her hot date for the night.

Current Location: Outside Sparklypoo House

rarebookangel.livejournal.com

One of the main benefits of being sorted at Hogwarts was having access to the library. Aziraphale spent most of his time there, reading on a variety of subjects. His interest wasn't entirely theological, and he found wizarding history fascinating, because it was both similar to and vastly different from the history of the Muggles.

Today, though, Aziraphale had taken a few books with him outside, and was sitting by the lake, reading. He had a dictaquill set up to take notes, and he'd brought out some tea and biscuits to munch on during breaks from his studies. He knew the weather got terribly damp in Scotland, and he wanted to enjoy the weather while he had it. Idly, he hummed a song, not realizing that Crowley's influence apparently still ran to corrupting the songs in his head.

There was plenty of tea, and lots of biscuits, so Aziraphale was hoping for company, even if that company did want to offer up opinions on the musical stylings of Queen.

Current Mood: nerdy
Current Music: Queen - Fat-Bottomed Girls

noseymaddie.livejournal.com

So, yes, the muns are plotting. Poor Maddie, the target of that plotting. Little does she know that as she goes into the Compy Lab to see what ~~horrors~~wonders await her.

Behold, the shiny technology.

Behold, the intrawebs.

Behold, the BBS, which, only occasionally like the BBC, is calling her name.

Actually, I don't believe the BBC called Maddie.

The mun has a disgraceful habit of following bunny trails in Maddie's posts. Let us get to the point, if you please.

Maddie goes into the Compy Lab and after registering the very clever screenname of "MysteryAuthor" posts the following:

As one who is new to this bulletin board service style of posting,
I was wondering how does one integrate this into normal social gatherings? 
Is it an adjunct to mixers and face to face contact or a replacement for them?

Maddie really doesn't know much about these things.

toujours-sirius.livejournal.com

It may or may not have been coincidental, but at almost the exact same time, eight figures walked through the front door of Hogwarts and into the Entrance Hall. Well, seven walked. The eighth blibbled.

( The godfather, the reluctant hero, and the marshmallow )

( The rhinoceros )

( The jokester )

( The swan )

( The boss and the receptionist )

((Time to officially end my unofficial hiatus! Please feel free to throw your characters at any or all of these guys, gals, and marshamallowy-type creatures! Emmie Silvey is still on hiatus, but I will bring her back in a separate post sometime in the nearish future. :) ))

anita-animator.livejournal.com

((this is Anita Blake from much earlier in the book series than the originally app’ed character. There's no stable of her boytoys and her character's not wildly oversexed. She’s a vampire executioner, she raises zombies for a living and she gets cranky without her coffee.))

Mmf. I was warm, comfortable and still very asleep. I have absolutely no intention of opening my eyes until that damned alarm goes off. Nope. And I certainly wasn’t dreaming of Jean-Claude either. Ok, he was incredibly sexy, but he was still a monster. I tucked Sigmund, my favorite stuffed penguin, closer and steadfastly refused to move or think about the new Master of the city until I could smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen.

But it wasn’t coffee I could smell. It was butter. A lot of it.

This wasn’t good. I don’t start my day well without coffee. Ok, I was up late last night with four different zombie raisings, but I never forget to turn on the coffee pot’s timer before I fall into bed. There are certain details an animator just doesn’t overlook.

Speaking of my bed.. I opened my eyes and peered around. I wasn’t in my room, I was in the middle of a large corridor, on the floor. Groaning, I rolled onto my back, Sigmund still under one arm. Yep. Bed was gone, apartment was gone, my gun was gone.

Oh, and I was covered in butter. Ew.

I only had a few small consolations; I was dressed, my silver knives were still in their wrist sheaths, and my cross was around my neck. Good. A vampire Executioner doesn’t go anywhere unprepared, especially if they want to live for any length of time.

Staring at the ceiling, it began to drift back to me. There was some sort of magical school, Hogwaddle or something.. and a hat that could talk. I sat up and grumpily wiped the butter out of my eyes. Hopefully I could find a shower, some coffee, and a washing machine for poor Sigmund. First he gets splattered with zombie bits when two are sent to attack me in my apartment, now he gets saturated with butter. Just perfect.

Current Mood: grumpy
Current Location: outside the popcorn room

stickyseabitch.livejournal.com

With a wet, drawn out squelch, Ursula entered the sorting room. "The travel arrangements leave something to be desired," she groused. The room was empty except for the table and quill, and that simply wouldn't do.

"You there! Ugly!" she cried, snapping her fingers at a house elf passing by. "I want some shrimp, raw, and something to sit in. Do you want me to dry up?" She could survive out of water, but dehydration lead to wrinkles. The house elf went off to find the biggest kiddie pool ever, and Ursula settled her tentacles under herself and read the application over.

( I don't sign anything unless it's been vetted by a lawyer. Are there any sharks here? )

arrogantmage.livejournal.com

Lezard and Steff had inadvertently grown a giant death worm.

All right, they hadn't grown it inadvertently. They'd done that intentionally. What they'd done inadvertently was to give it far too much growth catalyst potion, then allow it to escape Lezard's dorm-room-turned-laboratory.

Now there was a death worm slithering the corridors of Hogwarts, making its way up from the dungeons and roaming the halls at will. Mercifully, it had stopped growing at five feet in length. It was looking for food, to fuel further growth.

(( Wikipedia describes the death worm thusly: "it is reported to look like the intestine of a cow. It is the subject of a number of extraordinary claims by Mongolian locals -- such as the ability of the worm to spew forth sulfuric acid that, on contact, will turn anything it touches yellow and corroded (which would kill a human), and its purported ability to kill at a distance by means of electric discharge." Since you can't die at Hogwarts, this would make for nasty electric shocks or what have you, but wouldn't be fatal. Feel free to NPC the death worm. Attack it, flee from it, get shocked by it -- whatever you like! In the end, if nothing else avails, we're told the shoggies will eat it.

ETA: apparently the electric discharge is, er, rectally emitted ...

ETA again: let's say that if you manage to chop the worm in half, you'll end up with two smaller worms. That way some folks can actually defeat a worm without ending the RP for subsequent threads. :) ))

sir-knits-a-lot.livejournal.com

The problem with indulging in a hobby that has tangible results is that, after a time, those results accumulate and must be distributed or disposed of or the room one is staying in becomes crowded, to say the least. Gwendal was slightly reluctant though. Things that he made were seldom properly appreciated. Even those closest to him couldn't tell the difference between a cat and a bear. This could be devastating to one's pride. But, his room was becoming impossible to navigate at all.

So, with a mixture of dread and reluctance that he knew had more to do with his ego than anything else, he requested the assistance of the house elves to set up tables in the entry hall to display the accumulated hoard of knit toys. He ground his teeth, struggling not to say anything as they all misidentified everything he made. It was absolutely the last straw when one of them, in what he had to believe was a fit of helpfulness, produced a sign that said "Free to a good home".

He sighed, struggling not to frown as he took a seat off to the side. He wasn't sure he could handle talking to anyone, but he didn't want to leave his work unattended.

At least the sign was spelled correctly.

((OOC: Feel free to bug the grouch or just RP out other things. If your pup asks him about a particular thing, he will correct you. This is a canon thing and nothing personal. Have fun ;) ))

needsanewliver.livejournal.com

((ETA: the whole Glorfindel-looking-kinda-like-Skwisgaar was approved by Skwisgaar's player, naturally.))

Glorfindel's continued exploration of the castle had led him back to the popcorn room he'd found Legolas in months ago, curious as to just how beings became the giant kernels, and unable to find an explanation in the library or elsewhere. He had his hands pressed up against the glass of one case, attempting to sense the magic at work when the whims of the castle decided he ought to have a live demonstration.

The glass shattered apparently of its own accord and a butter-covered man with long black hair, slightly shorter than himself but about three times his size, you know, width-wise, stumbled right into him and almost knocked him off his feet. He automatically reached out hold the man's broad shoulders to help steady him.

( In which an Elf Lord meets a most brutal lead singer. )

omg-sunflora.livejournal.com

Sunflora spent so long under the table she ended up falling asleep. When she woke up with an "oh my gosh!" (and hitting her head), it was the next day.

Crawling out from under the table, Sunflora decided that the Shoggies were not coming after her, and probably got voted Squib. She was still a bit sleepy, so she asked the house elf for some marmalade on bread, paper, and crayons so she could draw pretty pictures, a request the house elf gladly gave since it was simple and she thanked them.

So Sunflora's now eating in the Great Hall and drawing pictures of her friends. (Both human and Pokemon, in case you're wondering)

snarky-twili.livejournal.com

(Context: Just after Midna and Link meet Rutela's Spirit in the Zora's Domain, before rescuing Lanayru of the Twilight Realm)

I small imp-like being around four-foot high somehow appeared here. It was female, and wore a strange object on her head like a helmet or a crown, with one part of it covering her left eye. The right eye was visible and had a red iris. She had red/orange hair tied back. She had a black and white body with green markings on her arms and legs. She looked around the room groggily

"Ugghh...how did I get here?" Midna asked herself, I remember meeting a Spirit, but after...I can't remember anything, and now I'm here. Wherever here is"

Her grogginess soon departed and she looked around the room, a mixture of confusion, amusement annoyance swept across her face.

Her attention was brought to a table in the room, with a pile of papers on it. She made her way to the table and hovered up to see if the papers had anything interesting on them.

"An application..." a slow smile crept upon her face, revealing two small, fang-like teeth

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

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Midna's Theme

relentlesssoul.livejournal.com

Everything was dark... quiet. Reality seemed to have slipped away for some time for the small boy. His eyes fluttered open for what seemed like the first time in years as his surroundings came into view. His room definitely looked the same, what with his checkered bed sheets and red and white decor. Something felt different though. He had missed out on something and for some reason time didn't seem real to him anymore.

Roxas gently rose from his bed as if learning to walk for the first time. He made his way to the door successfully and feeling up to it, decided to head to the Common Room. He had no idea what the hour was or what the date was for that matter but he was hungry. Finding no solace in the vacant gathering area, the blonde left the dormitory and headed for the Great Hall. It was there that he planted himself at his assigned House table and wished himself some sea-salt ice cream, thoughts buzzing through his unusually empty mind.

shoggies.livejournal.com

A very concise history of the Shoggies.

The Shoggies are a cracky version of Lovecraft's Shoggoths, and when they speak of other Mythos creatures, they will be speaking of the cracky UVoD versions, hence "Cthulhoo" instead of the proper "Cthulhu", "Nyarly" instead of "Nyarlathotep", etc. There's about 20-some shoggies currently swarming the Sorting Room, but with Shoggies, this is a very mutable number.

Shoggy: "Sooo cool!"

SPLAT! The sound of a Shoggy, falling, through a non-euclidean hole in space, and hitting the floor to break into multiple Shoggies.

Shoggies: "Oooh, hi there Shoggy!" "Oh hi Shoggy, are you new or am I new?" "Oooh, what's this?" "Sooo cool!" "Tekeli-li!" "Did someone summon us? Can we eat them?" "I need an eye! I don't have any eyes!"

The sound of multiple Shoggies, now scattered around the Sorting Room, most on the floor, but a few are draped over the furniture. The strange beings are amorphous masses of quivering pink flesh, spotted with seemingly random and shifting eyes and and teeth- although a few of the Shoggies haven't been lucky enough to end up with an eye after the splattering impact. Even the tiniest bit of Shoggy quivers with a unearthly sentience.

The shoggies mill around the Sorting Room, apparently fascinated by their new environment, which is apparently 'sooo cool' by most of their estimates. Amidst a idiotic babbling of 'new' Shoggies introducing themselves to the others can be heard the occasional pertinent statement.

Shoggy 1: "What's this, Shoggy?"

Shoggy 5: "It's a paper! It's sooo cool! I bet it invoked us!"

Shoggy 7 3/4 : "What's it say? I don't have an eye!"

Somehow, despite the general cacaphony of stupid babbling, a few of the Shoggies manage to focus their attention, if not their non-existent intellect, upon the application.

( Read more... if you dare! (Seriously. There's not much dumber than a Shoggy.) )

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

guy-from-mars.livejournal.com

Valentine Michael Smith was still grokking the great goodness that was Hogwarts, and humanity in general. His perceptions of all of these things were still a bit skewed, but his heart was in the right place.

He'd stumbled onto the computer lab, and, after watching a few discussions, he eventually decided he ought to start his own.

Consequently, a post appeared on the Hogwartsnet under the username "water_ brother":

Attention Hogwarts students!

These are truths I have discovered during my time among the peoples of Earth, most especially during my long sojourn with the giant squid, whose wisdom is beyond measure and who has taught me much of life. Would that I could introduce all of you to him, that you might grok him, in your own turn, with greater fullness:

God is love.
All sentient beings are capable of love.
You are a sentient being who is capable of expressing love.
Therefore, thou art God.

Why not express your own love to your fellow Hogwarts students? Use this space to say something nice to someone you have met. You need not sign your name, as I grok that makes some people uncomfortable.

Current Mood: loved

isnotabumblebee.livejournal.com

((There's some NSFW content. Fortunately, it's not with the raptor. =P))

Toki Wartooth's head was spinning, and he kept his eyes clenched shut for several minutes, wondering what had happened, and why he felt so warm and oily. It had not been a very good day, although he could only recall it vaguely, as he had been incredibly drunk for most of it. He remembered something about fires, and crazy women, and Ofdensen brutally mangled, but exactly what and how it had all happened was a blur.

The mustachioed Norwegian eventually opened his eyes, squinting in the dull light of a corridor at Hogwarts- it too was a fuzzy memory. He knew he'd been here before, and clearly recalled establishing a 'food libraries' while he was a prefect at Hufflepuff. Attempting to scramble to his feet, he slipped in a pool of butter and collapsed against the wall again, lamenting, "Whys am I backs at this stupid, stupid school?" while he drunkenly beat on a suit of armor standing next to him. After this small, almost childish outburst, he slumped dejectedly and looked as if he was about to cry. He didn't really hate Hogwarts, in fact, he recalled the place was fun, but how did he get here? What happened to Ofdensen and to Mordhaus? "Is all my faults. . . he's deads, and it's all my fault somehows. . ." He fell into muttering in Norwegian, rambling drunkenly about the unfortunate tendency for everyone he came to care about dying, and then fell quiet, looking rather catatonic as the hallway whirled around and he resisted the urge to vomit.

He didn't resist very well, however, and it was sheer luck that he didn't vomit on the rather oily-looking stuffed bear that was lying beside him. He felt slightly better after throwing up, and picked up his devil-tailed plush toy as he returned to sitting in the corridor, looking traumatized, squeezing the stuffed toy tightly. Because it was slippery with the butter, of course. Not because it was very comforting, that just wouldn't be metal. ~~Not that Toki was very metal, but he did try.~~

((I've just got to torment my chars, don't I? =P Toki unpopped with permission of the other Metalocalypse muns- I'm taking him from the end of Season 2.))

llsymmetryll.livejournal.com

Death the Kid adjusted the lapels of his jacket briefly as he walked into the Sorting Hall with an expression of reverence. The decor met with his approval- for the most part.

"This room, it's set up beautifully!" As he glanced upwards, his smile shifted to a frown of concern. "Those candles though, they should really be realigned in a more organized manner."

The parchment and quill soon caught his attention, and he approached both curiously. "What's this? He scowled and put a hand to his chin as he examined the quill's handiwork. "I suppose this lettering is adequate." Had it been recording his observations in an unsatisfactory manner, he would have had to put a stop to it.

( Why can't there be eight questions? )

"I have read the

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

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Death the Kid
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Death the Kid
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Death the Kid"

ancient-adam.livejournal.com

Freshly showered and feeling much better in non-buttery clothing, Methos swung on his trenchcoat and decided to begin re-exploring Hogwarts. Thanks to directions from a few helpful house elves, he managed to locate his old room and was relieved to find his journals safely stacked away on a shelf among the other books and empty beer bottles. Dragging a finger across the dusty desk, he frowned. "Guess I've been gone for awhile then."

Methos closed the door behind him, hoping he'll at least remember his way back. His challenge in the Forbidden Forest with Akabane had left him in strangely good spirits. He still couldn't remember much about the school itself aside from a random flash or two, so perhaps a long stroll around the grounds would serve to jog his memory.

Current Mood: chipper

best-guitarist.livejournal.com

((OOC: Warning for general NSFW language and situations throughout the comments, although any actual sex will probably get the fade to black treatment so as not to break the players' minds...))

There was the unmistakable sound of another butter-greasy body hitting the floor, followed by the clatter of his mysteriously indestructible electric guitar that accompanied him everywhere, and a name disappearing from the popcorn plaque that could mean only one thing. Everybody's favourite six and a half foot tall (give or take an inch), stereotypically blond and blue-eyed Swede guitarist with a dubious grasp of English and weakness for GMILFs was back. Okay, so the only people who even pretended to tolerate him were presumably still in Mordhaus, but he's convinced everybody thinks he's awesome anyway. Because he's Skwisgaar Skwigelf, fastest guitarist in the world. His native world, at any rate.

"I hope I's not brokes anythings," he groaned without bothering to get up off the floor to check. He hadn't landed on his hands or wrists, and that was all that really mattered. He was on his back, and tilted his head side to side, looking at his surroundings and managing to recognise them. It was that stupid magic and very unmetal castle again. He pulled his guitar into his lap as he sat up. "Oh, dis is dildos," he muttered to himself. "I almost dies and get sents back heres?" He tuned his guitar and continued griping and swearing colourfully in Swedish since there was no one else around to hear, or so he thought.

serrulata.livejournal.com

_{((Backdated to June 22. It's Kurama's birthday! Give him some Hogwarts-Style lovin'. ))}

Generally, Birthdays were good. Standard celebration was usually drinks with friends, dinner with family, then back home to whoever he was spending the night with. Calm, no fuss. he didn't like being fussed over for aging; didn't seem like an important thing to him. Most of the time he couldn't even remember how old he was supposed to be.

However, it seemed someone had different plans for his 'special day,' if the little parade of house elves that had been following him down the hall was any indication. They were tossing magical confetti behind him, grinning from ear to oversized, floppy ear, and setting off tiny sparks that turned into '34'-shaped fireworks.

He wondered if they'd keep following him until he went completely insane. It would be a pretty short road. At least they only followed him in the hallways and Great Hall.

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: This is your birthday song, it isn't very long.

fatedjune.livejournal.com

The day of the Cotton Drifting Festival has arrived. Early in the morning house elves were outside helping Rika set up. Around noon the construction comes to an end and the house elves left so that the festival may start. When participants to the festival arrive they will see a boundary line of flags posted around within sight of each other, this is set up to deter anyone from disturbing those that wish to be just be outside or structures like A's greenhouse. The area is still large enough that participants can have a large scale battle- in terms of a water balloon fight, that is. Scattered inside this area are many buckets filled with water balloons, the buckets will fill up with new water balloons magically when emptied, and some makeshift shelters made from tables and small stone walls amongst other things that may be used for cover. Near a few of the makeshift shelters are two or three flying broomsticks for anyone to use if they wish to take their battle into the air.

There is a small stage set up, but there is nothing on it yet.

(ooc: I may be in an out for a while, but I'll be on for sure later tonight when I post the second half of the festival. Another thing to note in the scenery is that Yuuri has a curry stand and some tables set out. No set of rules are given so characters can play however they wish, although there may be an explanation of the game for characters that do not know how to play.)

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Owl and open RP: Miss Swan waits for her hot date

Open RP - Insert your favorite Queen song title here

As the muns plot ((Compy post))

De-hiatusing post and open RP!

Anita Blake unpopping ((open rp))

Application for Ursula: The Little Mermaid

open rp: DEATHWORM in the halls!

A time for gifting ((Open RP, Gwendal, Entry Hall))

Nathan's unpopping — Sock and open RP

[Open RP] Sunflora the Artist

Midna (Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess) Application

(Open RP) Great Hall

Application: Shoggies! (The Unspeakable Vault of Doom)

Compy Post: Anonymous love meme!

Toki Unpops

Application: Death the Kid - Soul Eater

The Old Guy goes for a walk (open rp!)

Skwisgaar's Return [Open RP]

No harm in it ((Open RP, Kurama, wherever))

Watanagashi Festival-Day [Open RP]