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Without warning, he returned.

Time held little meaning in the Great Forest. All Robin knew was that he had been here, to this place, this… Hogwarts… before. How long ago and what had happened to him here was unclear, his memory of those days hazy at best.

Now he found himself in a room full of… somethings. Deliciously scented, buttery white puffs. His stomach rumbled and he raised a hand to pat his midsection, finding his tunic unaccountably greasy. And not just his tunic. He looked down in surprise.

Robin cocked a brow. Was he, himself, covered in… butter?

thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com

Rory has a plan.

Amy's been saying she doesn't want anything special for Valentine's Day. Something low-key, just the two of them. Which is Amy-speak for 'it'd better be good'. Rory knows these things.

But this is going to be good. He's been sorting it out quietly for ages. The only thing he can't be sure about is the weather, since it's February, but they've got umbrellas. All he's told Amy is to dress for somewhere warm. She might work it out from that, of course...

Now, he's waiting for her to get ready.

serrulata.livejournal.com

( From Kurama )

To Sokka - A Set of boomerangs.

To Kaga - A sampler of demon-world herbs, with a note: None of them are poisonous, but I can't cook. Let me know if you find fun uses for them.

( From Zack )

( From River )

( From Matt )

( From Eleven )

( From Brendan (Though he's still being sorted, he does take time between 'interrogations' to scribble up a few gifts) )

captian-smexy.livejournal.com

The Popcorn room shifted and with a resounding *bang* - another student returned to Hogwarts.

Captain Jack Harkness fell to the floor with a groan. He flopped over onto his back and examined the device strapped to his wrist. Before he could open it, he examined his hands. What the.. ?

"Grease? No.. butter?" He closed his eyes and called out, "If you were going to show me a good time, the least you could do was let me remember it!"

****edited, some threads are now nsfw because well, it is Jack after all!**))

thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com

[after this happened.]

Doctor,

We need to talk. Who is the Master and ~~why didn't~~ what is going on with you and him?

Rory

And after hastily writing that owl, Rory headed back to Gryffindor to find Amy.

for-a-nickel.livejournal.com

As Mike backed through the door, his arms full of a large cardboard box, his first thought was that someone was playing an impressively bad practical joke. This was quickly dismissed, though, for two reasons. In the first place, he rather doubted even Ultra Car had the ambition to pull off turning the stockroom into a medieval castle, and in the second, he was pretty sure that most of the people at the store knew better than to target him if they felt prankish. It just wasn't worth it.

So that probably meant something weird was going on. Mike could handle that. Being abducted by aliens as a toddler, given super-human strength and endurance, and growing up to be part of a secret government taskforce to fight said aliens would do that to a person. Not to mention working retail. He dropped the box in a way that would probably have made several of his coworkers wince, and ambled over to look at the application. The quill skittered away from him, showing a remarkable sense of self preservation for a writing implement.
( Your mom allowed me to elucidate. )

I have read the

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

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

fantastic-nine.livejournal.com

((Cleared with the resident Who muns))

“Rose, before I go I just want to tell you.. you were fantastic, absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I.” And then there was Rose smiling and light and pain and being born and dying all in one agonizing, exhilarating moment as every cell in his body was destroyed and remade and it was all compressed into one single sensation. He was changing.. and he forgot just how much it hurt.

“So.. Barcelona..” he trailed off, shaking errant bits of time out of his mind. Regeneration always left him a little disoriented and.. and why was he laying flat on a stone floor? And covered in grease?

Well, one thing at a time. Best to get acquainted with the new face and then sort out why he was a mess and where Rose and the TARDIS had wandered off to. Getting into no end of trouble, no doubt. The Doctor reached up, hoping the ears were a little better this time. He peered into the nearest glass case, catching a vague reflection of himself. Where he was exactly the same.

"Hm. No, that can't be right.” he muttered, shaking the grease off his jacket. Thankfully his sonic screwdriver was unharmed, tucked safely in an inside pocket. He used it to unlock the door on the Popcorn Room.. and what a strange name that was for a room.. and headed out into the corridor.

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Artemis wanted to go back to her native element for a bit. Not that Turlough blamed her-he wants to go back home too-but at least it was close enough that she could frolic in the mangosteen grove while he watched, and that it wasn't a permament thing. She still did the clinging neck stole thing, as he put it.

So while Artemis ran around being a normal civet cat, Turlough watched her, absorbing the heat and sun since outside the grove the temperature was starting to drop, what with fall coming.

eleventyrags.livejournal.com

Hogwarts, it turned out, was almost an interesting place in itself to make up for not being able to jet off into the universe at will.

The library, for example, wasn't nearly as vast as the Doctor's (or other planetary libraries he'd visited) but was charmingly exclusive on certain subjects, and very involved where those subjects were concerned. The restricted section especially had been an experience.

Even better, the ceiling of the Great Hall. He had spent hours one day just laying on a table, staring at it, watching magically-induced clouds drift between the hall's pillars.

But even with those lovely things, absolutely nothing in this world compared to the endless fun inherent with the moving staircases. Finding all kinds of secret rooms, forgotten halls, and classrooms full of students who'd just gone in because they couldn't get to the floor they wanted provided so much marvelous stimuli that even he was starting to get exhausted.

And to that end, he was taking his careful time going down one staircase that seemed to react to the climber's speed, when everything happened.

No, really. Everything happened. Bad dreams lizardpeople pandorica soccer pandorica River Amy Rory centurion plastic centurion married time blue box old new and...

He absolutely had to find a fez right now. It would help if he found a way to climb back onto the stairs proper. Time had happened in such a sudden rush that he'd been knocked over the side of the staircase by the force of it, dangling now from an awkward handhold - part of the railing - and looking very far down past his feet.

He looked around, hoping for a little help.

Current Mood: h-help?
Current Location: Stairway Hall

thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com

So, Rory was in Gryffindor. House of the brave (and the matchmakers, apparently). Part of him was flattered, even if the decision had been made by a sentient and very disturbing piece of headgear.

And he was out of that room. He leaned against the wall for a moment, with a deep sigh of relief. Now all he had to do was find Amy and the Doctor. And find out where Gryffindor House was, and the Hospital Wing, and where to get a magic wand...

Before those last two, though, he was going to wash his hair a lot. He reached up and touched it, gingerly. Rory had no idea what 'hattergroit' was, or if it could affect humans, but he wasn't taking any chances.

thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com

((ooc: Approved by fellow Who muns.))

Rory had thought he was getting used to things like this. All right, maybe not 'used to'. More used to. Less likely to stand around boggling in the face of alien weirdness. But, that was what he was doing - staring, wide-eyed, at what had been the TARDIS a few seconds ago and now...

Well, the room looked medieval, lots of stone and drapery. Like something on Earth, but then he didn't know what alien architecture was like. And - he hadn't heard birdsong. Or anything, really. Definitely not that vworping noise. He'd just blinked, and been here.

"Amy? Doctor?" No answer. He tried again, a little louder - "Amy?" - and this time there was a panicky wobble in his voice that hadn't been there before, so he stopped shouting for a bit. They'd find him, right? He must have been teleported here somehow, and he'd bet the Doctor had something that could trace him among all those mysterious buttons and knobs on the TARDIS controls. They'd be along any minute.

That was when he noticed the pen. It was a quill pen, exactly like you'd expect to find in a medieval castle, except it was floating above a table. And seemed to have just been writing something. Rory went over for a closer look.

His eyes widened even further. "...right," he muttered, after a few bewildered seconds looking down at the paper, which said Amy? Doctor? Amy? and then a list of questions underneath that. At least this gave him something to do. And by the time he finished they'd be here to explain things, surely? Or somebody would...

( Spoilers up to Amy's Choice. )

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

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. )

ducklesspond.livejournal.com

((With the approval of the current Who Crew. Spoilers are inevitable.))

Amy Pond was getting used to abrupt arrivals in unfamiliar places, but this time was a bit disturbing. She didn't remember arriving here, and neither The Doctor, Rory, nor the TARDIS were anywhere in sight. The room had a disturbingly castle-y quality that reminded her unpleasantly of Venice.

"Hello?" she called out uncertainly, and was startled to see a quill pen lift of its own accord, taking down the word on a sheet of paper. Once she'd registered the mild surprise, however, she was delighted. What a charming device! Stepping closer to examine this wonder, she noticed the questions on the parchment.

( Hopefully this isn't a dream. )

I have read the

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

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

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