[identity profile] ponyfectionist.livejournal.com
Jherek Carnelian and Rarity had been palling around, and had come to the conclusion that Hogwarts required a bit of aggressive beautification- neither of them being the sort to tackle anyone and force 'good taste' upon them, they had decided that offering free makeovers in the Great Hall was the best way to go about this- not only was it a way to spread the importance of aesthetics, it was an excellent opportunity to advertise Rarity's boutique in Sparklypoo.

A corner of the Great Hall was now given over to their temporary makeovers booth, much of which would be disseminated into the ether from which it came when they were done with their endeavor. The booth itself was an elegant pavilion which would not have been out of place in Canterlot, draped in pale iridescent silks, and liberally spangled with jewels (most of which were artificially created by Jherek, considering their size). The poles were golden-accented, and a small swathe of perfectly trimmed grass had been conjured up to surround it. A number of perfectly-manicured rosebushes and cute little topiaries adored this little lawn, sporting huge metallic blossoms of silver and gold. At the entrance to the sign a marquee proclaimed "Free Makeovers" in elaborate script, with the by-line of "Courtesy of Carousel Boutique Hogwarts".

For the occasion, Jherek had put together a 'French' outfit- a striped black and white shirt, close fitting, with tight black pants, a little red scarf, and a beret atop his shorter-than-usual hair. He'd felt it a stylishly conservative choice, especially when accessorized with a small false mustache and an opium cigarette in a long lacquered holder, which it was. Rarity had decided to show off in one of her more magnificent creations, a recreation of a rather lovely ensemble in fuchsia and gold, complete with a tiara and glass slippers, that had been one of the few highlights of an otherwise disastrous evening some time past. She had set out a few simpler creations, a few decorated baskets of gems, and some small tasteful bottled waters with her boutique's logo pony-magicked over their former labels, in view of passers-by. She stood out front, levitating one of the gem baskets first one way, then another, looking for just the perfect location for them to reflect the light in the most aesthetically pleasing manner.
[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com
((In short- It's a giant over-the-top wedding party with a Dethklok concert for characters to enjoy and do whatever- the whole school's been invited. It should be noted that Dethklok's music is known to have a almost magical effect- they've driven audiences insane, raised trolls, caused hurricanes, etc. Half the food's been spiked by Valentine, choose your poison if desired! This was a group-written bit of epic TL;DR with permission received from all characters mentioned- sorry about the length, but there's a lot going on! The dragons arrive at the very end of the party- they mark 'the end' so to say, and are mostly just torching everything but the DETHTOWER, They're not assaulting any random chars, so there's no reason for anyone to interfere with them, it's basically 'under control'. . . =D ))

Certain human traditions are nearly universal- in most any culture, the concept of marriage can be found in one form or another. And in most of these cultures, marriages involve weddings. The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen and Lord Valentine Wolfe knew this as well as anyone, and, also knew exactly what a wedding actually was. Although many of the common masses felt weddings to be a wonderful, romantic celebration of a couple's love and commitment, both of these noblemen knew that a wedding was actually a huge, memorable party- memorable being key- intended to make a public statement. Although the exact nature of this statement varied from situation to situation, Vladimir and Valentine were well-aware that their union was making the best statement, which basically summed up to "We're better than you, we have more fun than you, and if you fuck with either of us, you fuck with both of us." Obviously, this statement had to be accompanied by a party of unforgettable proportion.

An epic account of the wedding extravaganza follows. . . )

BUTTER!!!

Jun. 25th, 2011 04:22 pm
[identity profile] blue-weirdo.livejournal.com
*Gonzo jerks from an extended session swimming deep in his unconscious to full consciousness, similarly surreal*

HEY!!! I'm drenched in BUTTER!!! Somebody HUG ME, or roll me across a GIANT EAR OF CORN!!!

*looks around expectantly at the empty stone hallways*
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
The Sorting Hat kept up with the trends! It knew that the world was scheduled to end on May 21, and all the righteous would be uplifted to Heaven.

Since the Sorting Hat knew itself to be the wisest and most righteous being of all, it came to the most logical conclusion.

Upon waking from a nap on the afternoon of the 21st, and realizing it was still at Hogwarts, the Hat understood that it was already in Heaven.

Hogwarts was heaven.

"Halos and harps for everyone!" the Hat decreed.

And so it was. House elves brought everyone gilt halos and strap-on wings and hand-held harps, or autoharps, or the occasional harmonica (the house elves had taken to tasing one another for fun, and their mental acuity was not what it once was). The Great Hall (still home to the wax display of Hatsguard Heroes, mind you) was bedecked in white draperies, tinsel, and leftover battle fog from the Harkonnen Dining Experience machines (the Hat felt this would create a cloudlike effect). Angel food cake and ambrosia were the evening meal. Oh, and cans of Red Bull ((at player suggestion, because it GIVES YOU WINGS)).

Debbie Gibson's BELINDA CARLISLE's "Heaven Is a Place on Earth" was piped through WART, the insipid soundtrack of Hat Heaven. Alternating with the Elvenking cover of same ((thanks to Igor-mun)).
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items.

(Beowulf hadn't been much help at all; he was busy worrying about missing Yule Goat gifts, and haranguing house-elves to bring him replacements so no one would go ungifted. Many copies of the Tarvunty would be given out, from the sound of it.)

The enchanted ceiling of the hall offered an unobstructed view of the evening sky: clouds painted in brilliant shades of coral and lavender, fading to pale gold toward the horizon.

Luxurious black satin tablecloths covered the rows of tables, and places were set with exquisite crystal goblets and sterling silver cutlery. Elegant candelabras were scattered across the tables, and a much greater multitude of candles had been enchanted to hang in the air like fireflies -- and not drip wax -- at such a height that only Smaug might be in peril of bumping into any. Deep crimson draperies adorned the tall windows, tied back with black cords.

Several enormous fountains featuring somewhat morbid sculptures had been placed around the hall, quietly flowing with red wine, and there was also an assortment of tall fir trees, festively decorated for the Yule holiday.

A, Skwisgaar, and Beowulf all had places of honour at the head of separate tables: the Hufflepuff prefects' chairs were draped with graceful lengths of black and gold velvet, and the Gryffindor prefect's with red and gold velvet, to set them apart from the rest.

One row of tables had been designated exclusively for food and drink, and they were differentiated by their crimson tablecloths. Per Skwisgaar's request, Berwald Oxenstierna had been hard at work all day preparing a proper Swedish smörgåsbord: there was gravlax, kroppkakor, Swedish meatballs (of course), pickled herring, a variety of tasty items for open faced sandwiches, ostkaka, waffles with a selection of toppings (jam, whipped cream, ice cream), chokladboll, and kladdkaka. A had been equally busy, preparing a roast lamb, brussels sprouts, panettone, and, also by Skwisgaar's request, homemade lingonberry jam. In addition, a small area was set up with stacks of fresh baked butter cookies, along with bowls of icing and various toppings to decorate them with, should any guests wish to.

The presence of Valentine Wolfe, who had arrived with Vladimir Harkonnen to deliver the booze ahead of time, assured that several of these items would undoubtedly be drugged, unbeknownst to any of the prefect hosts.

Outdoors, on the lawn, wood was piled high for Beowulf's festive bonfire. He had tried to transfigure it all into one gigantic Yule log, with little success; here and there, the lengths of lumber appeared to have melted into one another and recongealed into their proper consistency, but it was still just a pile of firewood for the most part. Overenthusiastic house elves had added bits of furniture to the firewood. A safe distance from the firepit, a sleigh sat mired in mud; it was filled with nothing but heaps of fur robes. When dinner was over, Beowulf would blow his golden horn and lead the revelers out to light the fire.

But first: food! and the exchanging of presents!


(( OOC note: Any item may be safe or may have been spiked by Valentine, at your wish. If spiked, the nature of the character's altered state is entirely up to the player. Since we already have a chocolate plot running thanks to the enchanted water, Valentine's spiked goodies may alter or nullify the effects that the enchanted water may have induced. as the player sees fit. Or it may leave those effects in place and simply add another simultaneous effect. The more, the merrier.

One more thing: If your characters become inclined toward NSFW action, please split it into a separate post rather than RPing the NSFWness in the party post. Ditto for anything triggery -- anything that you'd normally put a warning on. Putting it in a separate post as a closed RP means you can put the appropriate warning right on the label, with a nice LJ-cut for everyone's protection. ))
[identity profile] adm-zex.livejournal.com
Dearest Sorting Hat,

What do you know of the human called "Beowulf?"

I've met him, but I do not know him well. Can you tell me what he might like for the solstace celebration known as "Christmas?"

XOXO

(I'm told this is a way to end a message that signifies affection. Perhaps this is an appropriate way to address a very saucy piece of headwear?)

Admiral Zex >}OD~
[identity profile] chinasorrows.livejournal.com
The air was still crisp with the previous night's downpour, the grass was laced with a fine layer of water that made the green look lighter. When China walked a path to the centre of the Quidditch Pitch, her steps were unmistakable. She was dressed fashionably, which meant; not idealistically, for the cold dawn. He wore black tailored three-quarters, a white blouse under an emerald vest and regular black slip-ons. Her hair was up with the aid of a Slytherin-inspired clip; a stunning, yet simple silver necklace adorned her swan-like neck and a delicate chain was around the wrist of the hand that held a book, her thumb book-marking the page she was up to. It was what she held in her left hand that seemed to work against her. A broomstick. A Nimbus 2001.

Read on ... )
[identity profile] pradaismybitch.livejournal.com
[Approved by Vishous-mun.] - Butch is taken after his transition into becoming a vampire, and during one of the tense moments in his and Marissa's relationship where things seem rocky between them.

The ex-cop was relatively calm on the outside, he was known for his easy-going attitude. But this was only because he kept his whirling thoughts to himself as to not trouble others. The same sort of endless battle was raging at the moment. He was ever calm on the outside, say for the raised eyebrow and the scratching of the back of his head as he examined the brick room, while on the inside he was starting to feel uneasy by the suddenness of his new surroundings. He found himself eerily drawn to the mahogany table, which had a piece of paper and one of those, you know, medieval writing implements beside it: a quill, if he remembered History class correctly. The Brotherhood had taught him well, so, swallowing thickly and unbuttoning his black silk Emporio Armani shirt some to breath a little easier, he calmed himself down, took the seat and read the application.

State your full name.
The question was simple enough, he reached for the quill but was stunned to see it float up and away from his hand. After a moment he reached for it, only to dip away, again, from his reach. He frowned, clenching his fists and went a third time, to no avail. "Screw this," he muttered, fishing in the pocket of his perfectly tailored black pants for the click-pen, embossed in gold-leaf. He clicked it and began writing.
My name is Brian O'Neal, but I'm better known as Butch.

Allow me to elucidate ... )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Butch O'Neal.
I have read the
[info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Butch O'Neal.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Butch O'Neal.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Butch O'Neal."
[identity profile] capt-jim-kirk.livejournal.com
With a little help from one of the house-elves, Jim had managed to obtain paper, pen, ink, and a crude map of the school, and make his way to the owlery.  There, he composed and sent off two notes.
To Maddie )
To the Admrial )
((OOC note:  I'm currently on Japan Time, which is GMT +9, so I probably won't be on at the same time as you. Sorry if that makes things difficult.))
[identity profile] capt-jim-kirk.livejournal.com
There was a flash of light, and a man appeared suddenly in the room.  Youngish and fairish, he appeared extremely charming, or at least the sort of man who thought he was.  At the moment, however, he was rather befuddled.  "Not another transporter accident," he muttered to himself, and looked around.  Located in the center of the room was a sheet of some papery substance, an old-fashioned quill pen hovering over it. 

"What's this, then?" he asked aloud, looking it over.  To his surprise, the pen copied his words down on the paper.  He examined the sheet more closely.  It was a questionnaire of some sort, though he didn't know what kind asked about cheese.  Rather cautiously, he began to fill it out...
Allow me to elucidate. )
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _JTK_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _JTK_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _JTK_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _JTK_  Wait, what?
[identity profile] eleventyrags.livejournal.com
Somewhere, in the vast and unquantifiable reaches of space, a Police Box turned slowly in the void. The interior, expanded through the powers of pocket dimension science and convenient narrative, was loud with the noise of industry.

The Doctor was preparing.

"Aaaall right," He spoke aloud, to the population of the TARDIS, pulling levers and turning knobs and looking busy in the way only a man who had to look like he knew what he was doing to keep everyone sane could.
"That should do it and if you two are ready," he spun from the console of the TARDIS, arms wide. "We are ready for Ri-oooh..." The Doctor's jovial voice died to something a little more along the lines of 'bloody hell what is this' and he reached into the inside pocket of his smart overcoat, pulling from within The (and the capitols here were important) Sonic Screwdriver.

This was not the TARDIS. As far as he knew, the TARDIS had never adopted an interior featuring heavily on the stone and drapery motif. The library came close, but having to account for the pool made things a little less gothic and a little more... well, library with a pool in. But that wasn't the point here.

The point was... that he didn't know what the point was. yet.

He scanned the room briefly with The Screwdriver and checked the reading with barely a glance. Earth, 2010 (not a year he wanted to be stuck in at the moment, though it seemed to be well after The Day of Great Importance) Scotland, but... somewhere not on the 'map' that The Screwdriver set itself by.

No indeed, not any part of Scotland he knew at all.

He stood still a moment, then pocketed The Screwdriver. Well, here he was, and here the room was, and he had no clue what was going on, but that, of course, would be easily fixed by careful and methodical planning.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, took a deep breath, and shouted.

"Hell-ooooooo? Would anyone be so kind as to tell me where I am?"

He waited.

He tried again.

"This is really kind of an inconvenience," he gestured to the wall that had been the TARDIS a few minutes ago. "I have an appointment with an attractive couple in the tropics and I really should get on to it. Hello?"

It was then that he noticed the quill. )
[identity profile] shoggies.livejournal.com
((The Shoggies have decided it is 'Cthulhoo Day' because in the HPL story "The Call of Cthulhu, April 25th is the date on which Cthulhu woke up to munch on a few fishermen. None of the food at the party is necessarily hexed, unless you feel like your characters finding something a house-elf got creative with, or any magical products the Shoggies might have brought back from Hogsmeade. Your characters don't have to interact with the Shoggies if they don't want to, of course. =D They're just all over the tower, since there's lots of them.))

((Gets NSFW by the end of the Dethklok sub-thread.))

The Shoggies weren't usually aware of dates, but, they were sensitive to the stars and their varying degrees of rightness. And, today, Shoggy 10 awoke from whatever dreams it was that Shoggies had during whatever it was that passed for Shoggy sleep. "Oh my Great Cthulhoo!" it announced loudly, waking Shoggies 3, 4.6, and 18, who all simultaneously popped out of their drawers and annouced, "It's Cthulhoo Day!" For, the Shoggies had all realized that on this date 85 years ago, sunken R'lyeh had briefly arisen, and Great Cthulhu had eaten a few fishermen. This was a day to celebrate! "We gots to have a party!" insisted Shoggy 3, and the others agreed enthusiastically. They squelched down from their drawers and set out to find the rest of the Hogwarts Shoggies.

It was only a couple hours later that the first of the weird signs started appearing in the halls. Shoggies 3, 4.6, 10, and 18 had suggested to the others that they use construction paper and paint to make their party announcements, since it would be faster than carving them out of stone, and so, they had. The signs were all quite colourful, and had been decorated with paintings of a corpulent, squid-headed creature with small wings, often shown with a handful of tiny little men splattered in red paint, and the words 'yum yum'. The signs all said basically the same thing, and it was evident from the grammar that Toki and Skwisgaar's Shoggies had done most of the lettering. The lettering was quite crude, as, Shoggies were used to complicated hieroglyphs, and not the simplistic shapes of the alphabet.

IT IS CTHULHOO DAY! Comes to our party and celebrates!

The party is ats Andy's McGraw Tower ons the grounds.

Comes when it gets dark! Brings a sacrifice if you wants!

Don't worry, we cans say Fhtagn right!

There wills be chickens and beer and candy and sandwiches ands other foods.

It'll be SOOO COOL!


By early evening, the Shoggies had everything ready for the party, and gathered it all together at the unholy version of McGraw tower which had graced the campus since they'd transported it from the past for Andy's Christmas present. Read more... )
[identity profile] redhead-temp.livejournal.com



Ok, this was just weird, even for her. Of all the bizzare places they could have landed, the Doctor landed them smack in the middle of a castle. Figures. His aim was always off when he piloted the TARDIS. It might travel through time and space, but precision was not it's strongest suit.

“I thought you said we were.. hey. Where are you?” Donna Noble turned around, startled to see she was alone and talking to a stone wall.

“Oh perfect,” she muttered, throwing her hands in the air. “Oi! Where’d you get off to, Spaceman?”

The sound of a quill scritching on parchment got her attention and Donna wandered closer.

 

Always turn left )

 

[identity profile] serrulata.livejournal.com
Signs appeared on the greenhouse doors.


Forgot to get flowers for your special someone(s)?

Speak to Prof. K for unique arrangements.


((Feel free to make up your own flower sets, including imaginary plants. The sky is the limit, and beyond. Be careful, though. Non-specific requests could bring more trouble than they're worth.))

[identity profile] prettypendulum.livejournal.com
((OOC: As stated in the reminder post, feel free to RP in this or start your own threads. Some of the poems wander into questionable for work anyway, so we'll just call the whole post not quite work safe and feel free to take things as far as you'd like in here or into your own threads if you want. Yukimura-mun, Kuronue-mun, and Kurama-mun all had a hand in the poetry and if you really want to know, PM one of us and we can tell you who wrote what. Otherwise, the whole point of this is to laugh....which means, really, you shouldn't have things in your mouth when reading the poems. :D If you want a reminder of who asked for what, it's here. ))

Decorations appeared, pink and frilly with an occasional burst of red and tiger-y for the myriad of students who would be celebrating the Lunar New Year. Normally, they would not have bothered with the New Year, but it fell on the same day, so the decorations came across as incidental rather than deliberate. Streamers and unpopable bubbles floated around the Great Hall and those elves tapped to deliver messages. Enthusiasm was something they all possessed in abundance; talent, not so much. Just who had set them up for this or why remained a mystery they would not divulge. Each recipient was found and serenaded, with no respect to any form of musicality, wherever they happened to be at the time.

Tra-la-la-la-la/A valentine for you/Tra-la-la-la-la/Have a cut tag here, too )
[identity profile] adm-zex.livejournal.com
Zex posted a list on the board, and just in case anyone missed it sent out owls.
Some of the elves took it upon themselves to charge up the cattle-prods in case they were needed as chaperons. And they provide an excuse if the muns want to enforce an impossible date.

EDIT: I had to switch a few around. Hopefully this won't inconvenience anybody.

Pairings!

Fuuaka-Dwight Schrute

Maddie-Andrew Baines Bernard

Teru-Sage

Ryuk-Kameo

Kuronue- Cathy- Zex (Cathy: You didn't specify a threesome date, but I thought you'd probably appreciate two handsome men. Males, anyway.)

Jehrek- Primavera

Miranda-George
[identity profile] junotechsupport.livejournal.com
Cut for spoilers to Persona 3 )

Fuuka woke up with a gasp, heart racing. Did she just dream all that? Or did it really happen? Was he really...

And why hadn't she lost her memories like Ryoji said they would? Fuuka guessed the magic of Hogwarts protected her from that effect.

Fuuka pulled out her phone. It was useless here. Only once did Fuuka try to call someone but all she got was static. She kept it though, for sentimental reasons.

She used the world clock function, an application that checked times all over the world. It was afternoon here...but it would be just after midnight in Japan. So the Dark Hour had passed for the last time.

But at what costs?

Fuuka switched to her photo album. She scrolled through the pictures of her friends until she paused at the one of just her and Minato. She was smiling and he had an enigmatic look in his eyes, as usual.

Fuuka's finger grazed the picture on her phone. "Minato..."
[identity profile] adm-zex.livejournal.com
The Vux with the big red bow hadn't been around much lately and for good reason. Zex had been studying. Human mating habits, specifically. And he had found a new idea.
Read more... )

V. D. Matchup Service!
Anyone seeking a "date" or close encounter on Valentine's Day can sign up below and be matched to another creature. If you like, specify species (please be aware that since humans are the majority you're far more likely to get a human partner.)
Also, specify your preferred gender and method of pleasuring. Happy Valentine's Day!
[identity profile] nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com
((Backdated to sometime during the holidays. I'd have put this up sooner except, well, I've been busy.))
Given how well it had worked last year, Amaranth decided that spreading holiday saliva was a tradition that should continue for as long as possible.

Thus it was that, with the assistance of house elves, she made sure mistletoe was hanging above every frequently (and not so frequently) used door in the school. The mistletoe would be charmed to remain levitated over the school for a few days, which was certainly long enough, in Amaranth's view, for gratuitous snogging to commence.

Satisfied with her work, the nymph bounced gaily down the halls, eager to assist anyone should they find themselves in need of a makeout partner.

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