[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] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
Beowulf loved the Secret Santa exchange. He had loved it ever since Pippi Longstocking gave him the gift of rainbow-striped scarf, hat, and matching gloves, which he wore every year at Yule thereafter.

The concept of Santa, however, had very little to do with the holiday cheer Beowulf knew best. This year, he decided, as Gryffindor Prefect he would take matters into his own hands.

Posters went up everywhere, dictated by Beowulf to about twenty Dictaquills writing on twenty different sheets of parchment at once, and subsequently tacked up by house elves in all the usual places.



HWÆT! Yule tide does approach!

We call upon you to give gifts to one another, in the manner of a Yule Goat. If you do this, a Yule Goat will also give a gift unto you! If you fail to honor your pledge of gift-giving, a Yule Goat will disapprove!

Note the name by which you are called, if you wish to take part in this jolly exchange!

You have until the 10th day of December to make your pledge. On the 11th day of December, you will be told the name of the Hogwartsman whose Yule Goat you will be!




((OOC note!: Wishbone's player has kindly passed the torch to Beowulf this year. Beowulf will be organizing the Secret Santa exchange along the same lines as Wishbone's exchange last year.

Like last year, characters can ICly sign up other characters if the mun has OOC approval from the other character's player. Just note the permission OOCly in your comment.

Either let me know what e-mail address I should associate with that character's player, or what LJ account I should PM, once Beowulf has made all the assignments. ICly the character will receive an owl from Beowulf giving them their assignment, which is how the characters who didn't sign themselves up will find out they are obligated! OOCly, I'll either e-mail or PM each player.))
[identity profile] noseymaddie.livejournal.com
Since coding doesn't work in the subject

So, there are known laws of interaction.

One law says that Certain Characters shall have bad dates Interactions.

There's a couple of ways to go fishing for these...

There's approaching people in the Great Hall...

Too obvious



There's the halls...

Too easy



Or the

COMPY LAB



You get the idea that the mun is having too much fun with coding?

Anyways, Maddie is too proud to actually post something like "SWF looking for SM for good conversation and maybe more" but that's what this post should be read as.

What she actually wrote was:
Help a writer do research on the current state of this school. Any information on how it achieved its current state from its former state would be appreciated. Any information would be appreciated. Thank you.


C'mon, baby needs a date...
[identity profile] bigredbernard.livejournal.com
If you see a man or very beefy woman with brown hair carrying around a basket of red beets or a wooden duck, and answers to the name 'Dwight', be careful. This person is not to be trusted.
[identity profile] 12panelwonder.livejournal.com
ExpandOwl from Matt to Fuuka )
ExpandOwl from Fuuka to Matt )
ExpandOwl from Matt to A, Mello, Near, L, and River. )

And finally, a compy post to the entire school.

If you see a man or woman with blond hair carrying around a basket of blue orbs or a sword, and answers to the name 'Apos', be careful. This person is not to be trusted, as he is an indestructible, murderous sadist.
[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.

ExpandTra-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] bigredbernard.livejournal.com
Dear Fields,

Your mom makes good cookies. Remember? I told you about that?

- Andy


(( Attached is a package of Mrs. Fields cookies. Andy is witty and urbane! ))
[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.
ExpandRead 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] woocha.livejournal.com
The house elves were arranging presents under the tree, well, what can fit anyway. Some of the bigger and more mobile things were placed nearby. Each gift has a pretty tag saying who it's for.

And where was the dog that arranged all this?

Er...he's sleeping on the table. Lots of yummy treats will do that to you.

[[OOC: Secret Santa gifts are here.

I know, four of you are missing gifts (well, two technically, since two of the characters are mine). Rest assured, you will be taken care of.

People who still haven't posted their gifts, you have until tomorrow to post them. Otherwise, one of the pinch hitters will do so instead.]]
[identity profile] mindwiper-et.livejournal.com
Evan felt his legs getting heavier, just now.

It was really weird how he suddenly really hungover. Or just injured as all hell.

Oh, shit...here it co --

As fast as he could, Evan ducked around a corner and checked to see if it was deserted. Finding no one at the moment, he sunk to the floor, allowing the seizure to roll over him, knowing there was nothing he could do.

His friends' lives, all normal, all beautiful without him there to fuck it all up...Lenny, not afraid, not used and abused by -- Tommy, now an upstanding valedictorian instead of a sociopath who hated his guts for loving... Kayleigh leaning up to kiss a stranger...Mom, remarried to -- Chuck, oddly...Thumper, the same, it seemed. He wasn't there before, of course...

Evan felt himself still, his breath rushing into his lungs, and brought a shaking hand up to wipe at his nose. It came away bloody but he simply wiped his nose on his sleeve and sat, finally not giving a damn. It didn't matter if he rushed anyway, nothing was going to change here, right? Being dead was the only thing that didn't change.

"It's okay," he told himself quietly, feeling the exhaustion he used to force himself to ignore taking over. "I can sleep now. And it doesn't matter because I know who and what I am."

And then there was sleep.

Mun: I'm personally subscribing to this theory about Evan's paternal family's hereditary condition, being the severe temporal lobe epilepsy part, also called schizoform epilepsy and epiliptoform schizophrenia. Do with it as we all will. Evan is experiencing an aura, followed by what is known as the post-seizure ictal state.
[identity profile] snowonthewall.livejournal.com
ExpandIn another dimension /With voyeuristic intention/Well secluded, I see all )

Getting to his feet, allowing Ghost to lick up some of the remaining butter and salt, he turned and began a brisk walk around the edge of the forest, still calling out Arya's name. He hoped, by the Mother in her mercy, that she was still here, and that he would find her soon.

((Feel free to come chat Jon up if you aren't, in fact, Arya!))
[identity profile] meh-feet.livejournal.com
Rin Tezuka began to set up as best she could. She had a Go board and go stones, which she put on a low table. At another low table, she put a satchel hanging from her shoulder; a House Elf had put a fondue pot there. Good.

She sat down and meditated for a little bit. Kayo should be here soon for the prep, and then the club proper would begin.

(OOC: Zex, Bernard, Kayo, Legolas, and whoever else I forgot... come on down. And anyone else who wants in, rly.)
[identity profile] meh-feet.livejournal.com
A young woman - red-headed, green eyed, barefoot, and, curiously, with the sleeves of her (male) Hogwarts uniform tied off where her elbows would be, slowly slumps into the room. On seeing the application form and quill, her face has a bare twitch. "Tch," she says, drawing up her leg.

To her surprise, the (Quick Quotes) Quill writes down, Tch.

"...Interesting," she says. Again, the Quill writes: Interesting.

"This is a public room," she says, more to herself than to anyone else. "Therefore this is not as per my requests for accommodation. Therefore, this school will be very interesting." She smiles, sort of. As a test, she says, "Quill: select all. Erase all."

She sees that it does. And smiles.

ExpandUnder medical privacy laws, this is not to be distributed without prior written approval. )


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

I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.
手塚 琳

I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.
手塚 琳

One day, marmalade will rule the world.
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[identity profile] bigredbernard.livejournal.com
Andy Bernard had come to Hogwarts with baggage. To house-elves he had entrusted his suitcase and even his messenger bag, but the banjo case he insisted on carrying himself. Its strap rumpled his suit jacket and diagonally bisected the neat front of his shirt (point-collar classic-fit dress shirt in glacier stripe, clashing with his Northwest-tartan wool tie, both by J. Crew).

"I'm comin' up so you better get this party started!"

How better to announce his arrival than with an a cappella cover of Pink's 2001 hit single?


ExpandI'm, like, really freaked-out and confused. ... I haven't freaked out about a decision like this since I had to choose between Here Comes Treble, Treble in Paradise, the Trebleshooters, and the Finger Lakes Maestros. )

((Posted with the approval and encouragement of the Office muns))

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

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