[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.

ExpandAn epic account of the wedding extravaganza follows. . . )
[identity profile] raistlin-black.livejournal.com
The majority of Raistlin's time had been spent either in the library, researching the darkest magics that he could locate, or out in the Forbidden Forest, where he could pratice without any absurd interruptions from the school or the insanity that seemed to permeate the walls of the place.

But even a mage required company from time to time.

The dark robed wizard struck out from the library, walking the grounds at nightfall, hoping to catch sight of one of the dragons, or of some other sight to catch his interest.
[identity profile] hogwarts-kojiro.livejournal.com
Ask Dean Winchester, and he might tell you he'd escaped the Hat Shore dome. Ask the Sorting Hat, and it might tell you Dean just wasn't entertaining enough for the Hat's liking. (More shirtlessness would have pleased the Sorting Hat.) On the one hand, the Dome was unbreakable; on the other hand, the night of Dean's departure, the Dome had been open for visitors to come and go freely.

The nature of the departure was not covered on the show, either by Ari's voiceover or by Elric the Adjudicator's in-house admonishments.

What did happen openly was this: the Sorting Hat, inspired by other reality shows, decided to introduce a new housemate, one chosen for maximum drama.

It was none other than the Headmistress' secretary, Hogwarts' own resident samurai ninja king, Kojiro the enigmatic.

He moved into the room Dean used to share with Turlough — but did he sleep there? He seemed to be everywhere but his own room. Perpetually shirtless, Kojiro would sit on the living-room sofa oiling his bare and hairless chest with Johnson's Baby Oil. He would nap in others' beds while they were off doing other things during the daytime. He would also short-sheet others' beds. Perhaps someone had given Kojiro some kind of handbook on stereotypical summer-camp pranks.

It was unlikely anyone had fallen for it when Kojiro covered the toilet bowl with clingfilm.

Of course, there was never any proof Kojiro had done these things (though the cameraman quite often captured Kojiro's antics for the viewers' benefit). Except for the clear oily smudges his baby-oiled hands might leave, he had no real calling card to leave. But who else to blame? None of this stuff was happening before Dean left and Kojiro joined Hat Shore!

The time had come. Feeling obligated in his erstwhile Prefectly role, Beowulf called a House Meeting.

Everyone was invited except Kojiro, who'd taken the limo back to the school for the night. Adding insult to injury, Kojiro was allowed to leave the dome anytime he wanted.
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
The Sorting Hat had been glutting itself on old reality television recordings. It let the Real World: Las Vegas go to its head.

Club promoting? Partying? The Hat loved this idea. And surely the Hat Shore cast could do a far better job of it than those skanks on the Real World: Las Vegas!

It sent a note to the beleaguered Ari Emory. A short while later, Ari was appearing in the map-turned-screen on the wall of the Harkonnen Dining Experience, addressing the Hat Shore inhabitants.

ExpandQuoth Ari: )

"On the night of February 14, the dome will be opened and the whole school invited in for the party. I'm going to disappear from view on this screen now. You can use the screen to record a five-minute message for anyone in the school you'd like to talk with. For example, anyone you'd like to ask to be your Valentine."

And true to her word, Ari vanished from the screen.
[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com

• FROM THE DESK OF ARIANE EMORY•


TO: Arthur
FROM: Ari
RE: Psych
DATE: current

I want to talk shop. Have time/inclination? Location is Hat Shore hq, aka Sparklypoo common room -- don't laugh.



ExpandAri Two had never lacked sympathy for Ari One, precisely, but she was developing a newfound appreciation of some problems her predecessor had faced. )

When Ari and her guest were settled comfortably on their respective couches with their respective beverages of choice (for Ari, it was vodka-and-orange), she said: "Ever try to work around someone completely irrational?"
[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
Ariane Emory II, as successor and replicate of the infamous Dr. Ariane Emory, had never been a stranger to controversy. As inheritor of the first Ari Emory's projects, she'd been answerable for all manner of ugly little ethics violations, ranging up to a planetwide experiment turned interstellar scandal (that would be Gehenna).

She shouldn't feel badly about something so small as Hat Shore, against the larger scheme of things.

And she didn't. She didn't feel badly, anyway. She felt ... responsible, certainly; and worried, since the Hat had overridden several of Ari's pointed and emphatic recommendations. Already, one of the contestants on Hat Shore appeared to be eating another's brain.

They were only fourteen people. On Gehenna there were forty thousand.

Still, some of the Hat Shore subjects were people Ari knew personally. And when it got personal, Ari Two had different responses than Ari One would've had.

At the very least, she ought to make it possible for people to communicate with the architects of the Hat Shore experiment. No guarantees the Hat would listen or care, but ... well, people seemed to feel better when they'd done something, even if it was just writing a letter.

She had the house-elves run up little fliers and post them around the school:


Have you seen the newest reality-show sensation? Everybody's talking about

HAT SHORE

Viewers are encouraged to share their opinions and ideas with the production team! Please send your messages via owl or Hogwarts intranet to:

Hat Shore
A Harkonnen-Wolfe Production
c/o Dr. Ariane Emory II
Sparklypoo House
Hogwarts

HatShore@hogwarts.IntraNet.net

[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
ExpandThe contestants are led from the limos to the house ... )

The pairs were:

  • Bad Boyz 4 Lyfe: Bucky Katt and Kuronue, room 2.

  • SnarkBros: Vislor Turlough and Dean Winchester, room 7.

  • Pretty in Pink: Cathy Dollanganger and the Shoggies, room 1.

  • Team Beefcake: Beowulf Ecgtheowsson and Captain Jack Harkness, room 3.

  • Bat and Bait: The Scout and Adam Milligan, room 4.

  • Sparkle and Kimono: George St. Bartleigh and Sanada Yukimura, room 6.

  • Team Estrogen: Glorificus and Maddie Magellan, room 5.




Once the entire group of fourteen was assembled, the house-elves herded them into the Hat Shore house's dining room, where each was required to sit in a suspensor chair. A map of Arrakis hanging on the dining-room wall revealed its true purpose: it wasn't a map, it was a television screen! The desert geography dissolved into the familiar interior of Hogwarts' own Great Hall, with Ariane Emory somberly gazing into the camera, microphone in hand.

ExpandWelcome to Hat Shore. )

ExpandElric the Adjudicator lays down the laws )

Before anyone could pose a question about the rules, the Adjudicator raised a hand to ward off such foolish attempts. "Questions will not be taken at this time. Rules are not up for debate. Contestants, to your rooms! Craft supplies await you!"

And indeed they did. Tons of craft supplies had been brought to each room by the house elves while the contestants were listening to Elric. Many colors of felt, glitter and glue, ample markers and butcher paper, a bulletin board for each room, and -- the pièce de resistance -- each room had its very own Bedazzler.
[identity profile] endlessgoth.livejournal.com

Death realized that if she was ever going to learn how to bake, much less make something as complicated as donuts (and she wasn’t even going to consider how tricky eclairs were going to be), she needed to pratice. A lot. A was a sweet kid, but she couldn’t constantly badger him for lessons. Some of it, she needed to work out on her own.

 

Most nights, while the school slept, she took over a small corner of the kitchen and praticed with some of the more basic recipes A had supplied her wit. After a few disastrous attempts, Death was fairly pleased with a tray of cinnamon rolls. They weren’t bad. Not great, but not as terrible as some of her earlier tries. They weren’t burnt and they weren’t as hard as little rocks, so that had to be an improvement. Right?

 

Before sunrise, she sat in the Great Hall, a plate of warm rolls in front of her and a pot of coffee sitting at her elbow. Her black clothes were lightly dusted with flour, but she sat, drinking coffee and looking somewhat pleased with her accomplishment.

[identity profile] i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com
There seemed to be a lot of unwanted charms hitting the denizens of Hogwarts, and that was a shame. It made sharing out freshly baked goodies harder, for one! And A was in a baking mood.

Well, there might be a way to get his schoolmates a little less shy of food.

Cookie-making in the Great Hall!

There was magic involved, of course. Cleaning spells instead of washing, and a heating spell for the baking. But he was busily mixing batches of chocolate chip cookies from scratch on one of the long tables. Several trays' worth were in varying stages of cooling.
[identity profile] endlessgoth.livejournal.com

There was a distant sound of wings rustling as the popcorn room began to shift. A pale, pretty young woman appeared, dressed in a black tank top, jeans and wearing a simple silver ankh around her neck. She looked down to see that she was completely covered in butter. Dragging a finger down a pale arm she shook her head with a slightly amused, if exasperated smile.

“Sweetie, I know you’re happy to see me, but haven’t we talked about these odd welcomes?” Her sister, Delirium always came up with strange ways to welcome her family when they visited. The last time it had rained fish, so she probably shouldn’t complain.

A small frown creased her forehead. This wasn’t her sister’s realm. A strange magic field pressed at her, dampening some of her power. Death tapped a finger against her chin, wondering where she had felt that before. It was familiar.. but distantly so.

((Death from the Endless guides everyone on to the next world after they die. Her omniscent nature is obviously going to be dampened. Feel free to have the dead remember or not remember her at will!))

[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] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
Like a civilized person, Ari generally showered and brushed her teeth every morning.

This did not seem prudent when the water pipes were glowing, twinkling, and generally providing some kind of a multicolored light show.

It didn't take a Special to figure out that something was going to be amiss with the water that came out of those pipes. Ari sighed.

She supposed that you could opt out by ceasing to care about hygiene for the duration of the waterpipe problem, which was, as far as she knew, indefinite. Ari happened to think that wasn't particularly feasible for most humanoid denizens of the school. And while she could just pack up and stay in Hogsmeade for the duration (and wow, wasn't that classy? anyone who didn't want to be part of this plot could just leave?), most of the school probably didn't have the immediate resources or knowledge of the surrounding area to make relocation feasible.

She decided she needed to Do Something.

What she could do was limited: if the Sorting Hat was the one behind the waterpipe problem, she wasn't about to offend it by spoiling its fun entirely. She thought about alternatives for a little while.

In the end, she used some of the funds the Sorting Hat had allotted to her research project. She ordered cases upon cases of bottled water for drinking. She ordered drums and gallons of distilled water for hygiene and dishwashing. She ordered a few camp showers to be put up in the Sparklypoo common room, for lack of a better place. Most of the larger containers of clean water would have to be kept there as well. She'd have enough to share, if anyone she knew asked her, or if anyone else happened to notice. She wasn't sure how to put the word out in a way that wouldn't offend the Hat or mess with anyone's OOC plans to get crunk.

The cases of bottled water she had house elves put out in each House's common room and in the hallways outside each bathroom, without comment or written explanation except a little note Spell-o-Taped to each case saying there's more where this came from.

(It'd be equally easy to overlook the bottled water, or to notice it and then put two and two together once one had actually gone into the bathroom and noticed the plumbing doing its magical thing. Or to see the bottled water, read the note, and come to the erroneous conclusion that the bottled water was what was enchanted, and the tap water was just fine ... Ari, not knowing the ways of Hogwarts just yet, didn't know that usually people succumbed to enchantment by consuming enchanted food or drink left out by persons unknown ...)
[identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

((Application approved by the Winchesters and Bobby! *Waves paperwork stamped APPROVED*))


---

"I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have? Peace--or freedom?"

It was a disheartening way to say good-bye.  But Castiel, his recent 'upgrade' nothwithstanding, was tired of shouldering the responsibility that should rightfully have been borne by the entire Host; and if he sat there in the Impala any longer, the temptation to stay, leave Heaven to sort itself out and try to help Dean put his life back together (and maybe, possibly, try to find one of his own?) would be impossible for even an angel to resist.

And he couldn't do that.  The war for Earth was over (at least for the moment,) but there was still a mess of Biblical proportions waiting to be cleaned up elsewhere, and as far as Cas knew, there was no one else left with the means or the will to tackle the job. Not who could be trusted, at least. The prospect made his head hurt, but if today's victory--and the terrible sacrifice with which it had been purchased--was to mean anything at all in the long term, he couldn't leave the job half-done.

He'd make it up to his friend later. He hoped.

By an effort of will, he was swept from the passenger's seat of the old car, soaring at the speed of thought on mostly-metaphorical wings toward the glimmering spires of the Silver City, and home.

...or not?

ExpandThis isn't Heaven. )

---

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus  faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. NOTL

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus  rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. NOTL

One day, marmalade will rule the world. NOTL

[identity profile] 3pc-point.livejournal.com
ExpandCut for long description. )

Overnight bag and PASIV packed, he went back up to the grand entrance of the school. In the reflection of a window he tightened his new Slytherin tie, and he had to admit that maybe the Hat was right. The green was a good color. Behind him, in the reflection of the window, he saw a familiar face leaving the school. "Heading out?" he asked without turning around.
[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
Ari was learning. Mostly about the structure of Hogwarts-now and Hogwarts-as-it-used-to-be. She'd quickly come to the conclusion that to learn anything academic, she'd really need to talk to Hogwarts natives. She wasn't discounting the knowledge or talents of other transplants and latecomers, by any means. For actual Hogwarts-based skills, though, she wanted an insider's view.

ExpandWhat it made Ari think of, more than anything, was Reseune ... )

Professor Snape:

I hope I'm not presuming too far on our brief acquaintance: we met at my recent Sorting. I haven't met anyone here who knows nearly as much about Hogwarts' magic. As we discussed at the Sorting, I am new to magic. If it isn't too much trouble, may I ask your advice on a couple of points? And if you prefer not to correspond with me -- I understand you must be quite busy -- would you be willing to refer me to another person whose knowledge and experience you respect?

Regards,
Ariane Emory
[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.))

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