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soggynotecards.livejournal.com

Demyx has finally emerged from the depths of Hufflepuff after a realization:

Today is September 19th. Also known as the best day of the year.

He's enlisted a couple of the house elves to put together some suitable costumes and is currently sitting on a raft just off the shore of the lake. He'd be dangling his feet in the water, except it's Scotland and even though it's only September that would probably just be stupid even if the lake wasn't full of grindylows and things. Either way, he's attempting to teach the house elves he's co-opted a suitable song.

"C'mon, try it again. With catlike tread, upon our prey we steal! In silence dread, our cautious way we feel! No sound at all, we never speak a word! A fly's footfall would be distinctly heard! And you've got to sing it louder than that, too - that's part of the joke, it's a really loud song."

He demonstrates, singing the lines again - at the top of his lungs. The fact that he can get the sound of a full orchestra out of one sitar is probably magic all by itself. And yes, he realizes that Gilbert and Sullivan's pirates don't exactly sound like the pirates you're supposed to talk like, but it's in-theme, right?

( Everyone else below... )

mello-n-choco.livejournal.com

OOC: No real god-modding here. We RPed it out in google docs before posting it, so Kuronue's part was written by Kuronue-mun.

There are times I wonder about the general stupidity of the populace in this school. Just what won't they do? A lot, if not all, know that any food laying about may possibly be hexed, and yet a great number of them will still try the food. Some put it down to chance, others, like that stupid fox, do it for entertainment. Would they still do it if they knew the food was hexed?

I wonder, though, just how I'm going to set this up. Obviously, it has to be in the Great Hall. That's where the most people will be exposed at any given time.

I'd need a confederate, though, someone else to mask my appearance in the Great Hall. Someone who wouldn't mind being the 'fall guy' should things go wrong. Near's out in that regard. He's no one's 'fall guy,' least of all mine. Matt's too into L and his games to be of much use. He is my best friend, but, honsetly, how much listening to him go on and on about how great L is can a guy be expected to stomach? Kurama's too much of a pain in the ass right now, mostly because I'm still avoiding him, trying to fix things in my own head. Kuronue though, Kuronue openly admitted he ate them for amusement until he found one interesting. He displayed an active interest in ruining other peoples' days. That at least, is something worth using to my advantage. It wouldn't be too unusual for Kuronue to be blamed for something like that, if it falls through, considering how much of an ass he is.
( In which a confederate is recruited )

OOC: Standard, sort of, chocolate plot, save the chocolates are accurately labeled as to their effect and duration (4 hours). Have fun with 'em ;)
ETA: Albel/Kuronue thread NSFW ;)

prettypendulum.livejournal.com

Sitting in the Slytherin common room, Kuronue sat on one of the black leather couches, a bag of presents at his feet. Miyako was fluttering about him, excited over her first task. He called her to him and she obeyed, landing on his arm and hanging from it with prehensile wings. He held out a small resized tube for her to grip with her feet and tapped it once with his wand. The gifts were resized for as long as they were in her grasp but would return to normal size once dropped at the recipients feet. Some were too big for her to carry alone.

( For Yukimura )

( For the Baron )

( For Kurama )

( For Kusuriyuri )

( For Kaga )

( For Albel )

( For A )

( For Mello )

( For Matt )

idiotsallofyou.livejournal.com

If one were in the vicinity of the Popcorn Room one would hear the startled sound of a very large cat dropping to the floor in a hail of butter and kernel shards. The lion that had fallen from above groaned and then picked himself up, sitting on his bony rump while he stared down at a paw in disgust.

"Wonderful, I'm here again." Green eyes slid around the popcorn room and as no one was there yet, he allowed himself a sigh and began mumbling to himself as he licked at his fur with a long tongue languidly. The butter tasted horrible so he stopped after a while. Maybe he could demand -ask? HA! He was KING - to be pointed to the nearest lion-friendly waterhole.

So he stood and shook a bit then sauntered out of the popcorn room, dripping butter and sugar as he strolled along, humming a song that never ended and cursing Zazu every so often.

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.

Current Mood: horny

prettypendulum.livejournal.com

There's a strange woman strutting around Hogwarts and she looks like she's related to Kuronue. Turns out it actually is Kuronue, but he won't mention that unless he thought the reaction would be amusing.

She's wearing a very light, flimsy yukata made of black material. Grey cranes decorate its length. Her wings are small and delicate, poking out from the long veil of her hair falling down her back. She's showing a generous amount of leg and cleavage as she wanders the halls, pausing every so often to talk to passers by.

Tell her she looks pretty and she'll give you a special treat.

hopalongmcgurk.livejournal.com

((Backdated to yesterday.))

Even though for the past few years, I haven't really had anyone to celebrate the holidays with, on Thanksgiving Day I realize I kind of miss the old ritual. Eat lots of food until you're stuffed, watch a football game, go to Black Friday sales the next day.

Only one of these things is likely to happen at Hogwarts. I find some house elves and threaten, cajole and beg them for help. In the end, they agree to provide a typical Thanksgiving meal for the whole school.

The spread is impressive. Several turkeys have been cooked to perfection. There's also ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, stuffing, hot rolls, cranberry sauce, pumpkin and pecan pies, a rellish tray, and something I did not order. One section of the large spread consists of jello salads. There's one that's green with crushed pineapples in it. There's one with grated carrots and cellery. There's an inocuous-looking one with marshmallows, and finally, there's a Waldorf salad, which doesn't contain jello but looks kind of suspect to me.

I hear the house elves tittering to each other as they finish setting things up, and I consider interrogating them about which of the food they've doctored, because I know they have. Then I shrug it off, figuring it wouldn't be a Hogwarts party unless there was enchanted food involved.

The doors to the Great Hall are now standing open, and I wait to see if anyone shows up.

((This post was inspired by my grandmother and her Midwestern propensity to make bizarre jello concoctions for every holiday, which is why this year she was in charge of decorations. Of course, the jello salads are enchanted, and, as with all chocolate plots, the manner of enchantment is up to each mun. Go to town and happy holidays!))

Current Mood: productive

aka-macgyver.livejournal.com

(Cleared with the other two active Stargate characters)

Jack awoke with a start. He lay still as his eyes scanned the dark barren stone room. After determining it was clear Jack sat up and checked his gear, everything was in order. "What is this place," he thought. "The last thing i remember is walking through the gate on my way to Atlantis. But now i'm here. Why? The Azgaurd? Another solar flare and time jump?" Since the room had no doors or windows it seems his only choice is to wait and find out.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com

Tamaki had missed his birthday! Finding himself in a strange castle covered in butter had confused his time perception, a little; he hadn't even realised it was April.

However, he'd found his way to the local village and bought himself several boxes of chocolate, most of which he'd eaten in a fit of dramatic self-pity. No one had contacted him! Not Kyouya, or his precious Haruhi, or the twins or Honey or Mori. He'd waited in vain for the Ootori private police to storm the castle and bring him back to Ouran, where he'd be greeted by hundreds of squealing fangirls desperate to see his beautiful face once more.

(The disturbing thing is that he has genuine reason to believe this would happen.)

But dramatic fits of self-pity are wasted when there's no one to watch them, and he doesn't have Honey-sempai's ability to consume vast amounts of sugar. So he leaves the last box on a table in the Great Hall, for whoever would like some.

((OOC: This is a chocolate plot! If your character takes a chocolate, they will experience some bizarre magical side-effect that you decide. They may find themselves gender-swapped, turned into children, able to communicate only in song, bright purple, or some outlandish combination of all the above. The sky's your limit!))

drunkexguardian.livejournal.com

"Oh, goddammit." The words sounded more pissed than surprised. The woman who had just appeared in the Sorting Room smelled strongly of blood and beer, and when she pushed back the hood of her cloak enough to take in her surroundings her face looked severely annoyed.

"Hm." She pulled up a lock of hair to examine it. Currently--though it would have been hard to tell, cloaked and hooded as she was in her burgandy cloak and dress--she looked almost exactly as she had after her... incident... twenty years ago: long, curly red hair without a hint of gray, blue eyes with no crow's feet accentuating them, and looking for all the world like a woman in her mid-twenties. She frowned. Isn't that interesting. So this probably wasn't anywhere that could technically be called "the real world," then. Out there, she looked older.

She saw the parchment on the room's table, shrugged, and walked over to take a look. As she walked, her feet (bare but for burgundy wrappings, which also adorned her hands and arms) never once touched the room's floor, instead seeming fixed about an inch above the ground.

( Sie müssen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)/ damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen )

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

((Yes, she's a fallen guardian angel. Her canon says: "There is something of the divine about [Lee]. But rather than suffusing [her], it hangs over [her] like a shroud." Therefore, anyone with the ability to sense that sort of thing has the go-ahead to do so without asking me.))

Current Mood: grouchy
Current Music: "Engel," Rammstein

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!))

whereismother.livejournal.com

“Mother…? Is that you?” Opening his eyes was confusing. Mainly because he was sure that when he had last closed them he was dying. He stood up in an odd stone hall. His alarming bright blue green eyes glowed and glimmered; his neck length, thin, grey hair covered one eye completely and he wore an impossibly tight leather full coat and trousers; scabbard fastened around his hips and settling on his rear. His girlish, fair features were distorted with confusion. “Where…where am I? Am I all alone now? Big brothers?” His voice trembled.

( Where is Mother? )

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

traitorormartyr.livejournal.com

Sprawled out on the floor surrounded by giant kernels of popcorn was not a very diginfied way to wake up, but that's how Archie found himself. He looked around bewilderedly, then dusted himself off and left the room.

Damned if he could place where he was, but he felt that it was familiar to him. And he did remember the name Gryffindor, though he didn't know what that meant.

Come to think of it, during the whole Renown incident, he had the feeling he did that before.

Speaking of, wasn't he supposed to be dead?

Oh well.

kosmosmagdalene.livejournal.com

[[set after this thread]]

KOS-MOS finished scanning the library, looking for a book that would teach her how to dance the Robot, like the Sorting Hat said. She pinpointed it down to a couple of books.

Opening the first one, she turned to the section that diagrammed the Robot. She read through it once, then set it on a table and began following the diagram.

[[LOL, dancing android. Anyone can come see the hilarity]]

onewinteryday.livejournal.com

Camilla had warned him about the dog-Latin he would have to endure if he wanted to find any spells here. And yet he's ploughing through several books, snorting incredulously at points, it's true--but still reading them.

It seems his intent is to learn all the spells in the Hogwarts library by rote. He hasn't even got a wand yet. He is, however, making notes with a very expensive-looking pen, pages upon pages of cramped handwriting.

His eyes hurting him a tad, Henry Winter takes off his glasses and idly looks up, to see if anybody else is around.

agentsgent.livejournal.com

Jeeves had managed any number of meddlesome people in his life -- aunts, for instance, who tried to marry the young Master off, and fiancees who tried and failed to adequately take care of him. None of them had put any particular fear of god into him; each time he had been quite sure his position was secure, and that they would go away in time.

This most recent intrusion, however, was absolutely intolerable.

It had been bad enough when Master Wooster was a student; the occasional incursion by the House Elves into his domain was minimal at best and could usually be considered secondary. Their errand-running for the various applications he couldn't see to was not problematic. And their steps when he was away -- having a late supper with Ianto, for instance, or putting on some jazz records with a nice book and glass of brandy -- was actually somewhat welcome.

But now that the young master was Professor Wooster, they had grown absolutely intolerable.

He would come in mornings (or, well, Bertie's mornings, which were afternoons) and find that the laundry had been done, the linens replaced... only wrong. The corners were not folded just so. The closet was disorganized at best.

And so he was now in the library with a series of books on household spells and wards. He would keep the blighters - do pardon the language - out of his way or his name wasn't Reginald Jeeves.

Current Mood: determined

red-war-rider.livejournal.com

War rode her Harley straight through the portrait that guarded the door to the Bitchiwitch common room, causing the sweet little forest animals to run screaming from the frame as the canvas shredded under her tires.

She skidded to a halt, and kicked the Harley silent. Looking around the deserted hall, she grinned evilly. It was all hers. All of it.

Apparently, Bitchiwitch had once had students there. But the Hat had told her (after she seduced him) that Rita Repulsa and the Raptor were no longer there. So it was hers to remodel, to reign over – Bitchiwitch was War’s domain now. She could do as she damn-well pleased.

First, the place needed to be properly trashed.

Owl to all villains:

Come one, come all, to a Bitchiwitch refurbishing party!

War is here, and asks any and all malcontents, discontents, and avant-garde or renegade decorators to help her make Bitchiwitch nice and homey. The theme is red leather and weaponry.

And for Armageddon’s sake, bring liquor.

- War

Satisfied, she stalked off to find the best bedroom.

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Location: Bitchiwitch
Current Music: "I Drink Alone"

aquilus-albel.livejournal.com

( I think I'm ready for a new world. )

Current Mood: predatory
Current Location: The Popcorn Room
Current Music: The Imperial March from Star Wars

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AHOY!

The Open Chocolate Plot ((Open RP, Great Hall))

Valentine's Day gifts from Kuronue

The Return of King Scar

Open RP - Mistletoe Madness!

Treats for All [Open RP] NSFW Content

[Open RP] Thanksgiving Dinner and chocolate madness!

Major General Jack O'Neill (Stargate Atlantis and SG1)

Open RP: Chocolate plot!

Application: Liandra ("Lee"), Fallen Angel comics

The Hat marries people, yo. (Open to those who signed up)

Kadaj (Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children) Application.

Open RP-Archie is unpopcored as well

Open RP, Library

Open RP: Henry in the library.

Open RP - This Means War (library)

Open RP in Bitchiwitch: Calling all Villains!

Fools Beware - Albel Nox has returned! (Unpopping)