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ariemorytwo.livejournal.com

Gifts from Ariane Emory II -

( to Susan Foreman )

( to Arthur )

( to Sokka )

( to Vladimir Harkonnen and Valentine Wolfe )

( to Elric of Melnibone )

( to Jherek Carnelian )

( to Severus Snape )

( from Ari to the Sorting Hat )

Gifts from Simon Tam:

( to River )

( to A )

( to Billy Brennan )

( to Kaylee Frye )

( to Brienne of Tarth )

Gifts from Jaime Lannister:

( to Brienne of Tarth )

( to Oly Binewski )

Gifts from Narcissa Malfoy:

( to Lucius Malfoy )

( to Draco Malfoy )

( to Severus Snape )

ariemorytwo.livejournal.com

Ari's prioritized action list:

1. Find a computer and attempt to log into Base One. Could be this 21st-century stuff is all someone's elaborate psych.

Attempt made. Ari wasn't surprised that it availed nothing. But she'd had to try.

2. Find Florian and Catlin.

Easiest thing was to send a message to the Hat asking about them. This took some doing: the messaging system here consisted of a fleet of trained owls. The end result: two wizened little green nonhumans showed up at Ari's door in Sparklypoo. They said their names were Flobby and Caddy. When pressed, they admitted these names were short for Floribunda and Cadwallader. Wrong genders, even, for Florian and Catlin. (House elves did seem to have gender; though, thankfully for human sensibilities, their naked forms did not bear primary or secondary sexual characteristics a human would recognize. A good thing. The elves refused to wear clothing, and seemed to take the very offer of any garment as an outrageous affront.)

Because Ari had described her azi in the message she'd sent -- Florian dark and slight, Catlin blonde and tall -- someone had stuck wigs onto the house elves. (Wigs apparently did not count as clothing.)

"Fine," said Ari. "You're my bodyguards."

They grinned and waved their cattle prods.

3. Get messages offworld.

She was hoping for replies to the inquiries she'd owled to the space programs of the major industrial nations: NASA, Roskosmos, and SBASAF. The freight on messages from any of these was likely to be ... well, astronomical. But -- again, as with the computers -- she'd had to try.

4. Familiarize self with grounds.

This was why she was walking away from the castle. Her house-elf bodyguards were trailing far behind her. Ari had a notebook and a Dictaquill, to which she occasionally spoke a few words.

noseymaddie.livejournal.com

It should be noted that part of the reason for this is so that the mun can poke fun at her pups...but feel free to treat it like a regular open RP :D

So, Maddie is utterly convinced this school is filled with mass murderers or useless detectives. That Reeyousockie (L for the informed, Ryuusaki for others), who never comes out of his room and it utterly rude when he does, B, Apos, that little girl with the gun, Mikami...just who has she met that doesn't have a body count?

You might think the mun was mean and such.

You might be right.

So, anyways, what would Maddie think of someone who has a reason for their body count? I mean, the whole kill or be killed thing of war has to be worth some kind of redemption, doesn't it? Even if she doesn't know the history of the person she's talking to, right? (The mun is going with nearly every country's history is as ethnocentric as the history she learned and therefore Maddie hasn't studied Japanese history [which can get quite convoluted, the mun has read in her very superficial studies]). Shall we find out, though, for the sake of the mun and those who read, a ( cut will be employed...emo post...the mun should shut up... )

So, follow whom you will, observe, or make fun of the mun for her smartassedness being less than epic as it should be...whichever you prefer :D

ringo-raver.livejournal.com

Ryuk was bored.

This is never a good thing. This usually leads to Ryuk causing trouble of epic proportions.

As he’s stuck here, he can’t do anything hilarious like being an accomplice in genocide or anything like that, but he loves a bit of discord and bickering among the Hogwarts students. So he puts up a computer post:

Attention students!
Now is the time to nominate yourselves and your fellow students to answer this all important question:

Who has the best ass at Hogwarts?
Polls will be up May 30th, so get your entries in now!

[[OOC: By allowing your character’s name on this poll, ~~you are giving OOC permission for Ryuk to take a picture of your character’s bottom between now and May 30th~~ After much consideration, we decided it'd be lulzier if the MS Paint pictures were literal artist renditions of their asses. In other words, Ryuk drawing what he thinks Kuro's butt looks like. A mun playing a character who is nominating a character the mun him/herself doesn’t play must note OOC permission by the other mun that they can do so.]]

shifter-mordi.livejournal.com

Being unexpectedly transported to an unfamiliar castle wasn't the most inconvenient thing that had ever happened to Mordi, but it was going to put a crimp in his afternoon plans.

He looked like a businessman who'd been dressed by Batman. Mordi's fine Italian suit was offset by a flowing cape and binoculars clipped to his belt. "Hello? What's going on?" He looked around for the person who had teleported him, but didn't see anyone. Maybe they had the power of invisibility, along with teleportation.

Then he saw the paper on the table, and the feeling of confusion drained away to exasperation. "Paperwork," he sneered. Even on a good day, Mordi radiated smarminess and condescension. The sneer wasn't anything special. "You brought me here for paperwork?" The "you" being the Venerate Council, of course, but on closer examination there didn't seem to the multiple forms (all in triplicate) that were the hallmark of the Council's paperwork.

Knowing that if he blew off this form, there'd be even more down the line, he hunkered down and filled out the questions.

( Kidnapping is so pass�. )

((I have permission from Simon Tam's mun to use the same PB. Meta is encouraged.))

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

im-wacky-times.livejournal.com

So there's this T-Rex in the middle of the Sorting Room. He is looking around for something to stomp. "Where's the tiny house?" he demands. (He can totally talk.) "Where's the tiny woman? NOT THAT THERE IS ANY MISOGYNY IN THIS QUESTION. I am just used to stomping on a tiny woman and her gender is incidental! ANYWAY I WOULD LIKE TO STOMP ON SOMETHING NOW OKAY"

He speaks this way. The sentence has no definite ending, sometimes.

Some magic has reduced his size so that he can fit indoors. The T-Rex evinces no concern in this regard. His major concern is the lack of tiny woman, tiny house, and -

"ALSO WHERE IS THE TINY CAR?"

- tiny car.

"Okay SO I see this application here with a fancy quill pen. Look at these arms. My vestigial arms. Are you kidding me? No, really." The quill starts to record his words, and T-Rex calms down. "Oh, right, one of those! I think I remember seeing one of those at the mall! I did not stick around to learn about the latest up-and-coming technology." T-Rex hates the mall.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

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 )

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.]]

fr-ickingbig.livejournal.com

He really should have known better than to talk to Seaborgium. Right below that rogue Tungsten, and more than ten times as elusive. And really, it shouldn't have been suprising that the Periodic wound up in unfamiliar territory when following him around, and then being left. Francium stepped forward a few feet, carefully shying away from any humans or monsters. Normally monsters never made it past the parenthesis or whatever they were called, so getting back to the forest shouldn't be that hard.

But despite keeping distance, the silver horse would undoubtedly attract attention. For one, he could readily be described as humongous, much larger than the most impressive stallions. He was like two ponies stacked on top of each other, really, and every hoofbeat made the floor beneath him creak. Anyone turning to look could also see the big black Fr on one side of him, and that his flesh rippled like a pool of water.

Upon reaching a table, the horse peered down at the floating quill. "I don't like this place," he stated matter-of-factly. Yes, it could talk. His front legs bent so he could get a closer look at the quill, which seemed to be transcribing what he said. Huh. And what was this application thing?

Francium decided to give it a shot. maybe this would make the human scientists finally get a visible sample of his element.

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

kingbandit.livejournal.com

Jing is a thief. He lives to steal secrets and the representations of grief or pain from their owners. Hogwarts is rife with such secrets, but there is the matter of deciding just what to steal and when and whether he'd truly get away with it.

Then, there is the open challenge he has out to another thief, but the time isn't right yet. So many things happen that keep that particular prize from achieving the value it should have before it's reclaimed.

He's seen the compy lab and wondered about it. Does it hold secrets to steal? The best way to find out is to try. And Jing is one to be rather direct, issuing warnings of his intent. The lab is perfect for this as well.

A brief introductory session, interrupted by a tapestry behind him and the house elf showing him the system bursting into flames, and Jing understands much more than he was shown. In the manner of mischief common to boys and thieves, he makes a post under the name "ODorobou," since he is not one to hide just who and what he is.

Everyone has secrets, things they hide--or think they do--that they don't want anyone else to know. The problem with those secrets is the harder you try to hide them, the more valuable and more vulnerable they become. Unburden yourself. Reveal your secrets and be free of them.

Another fire behind him makes him decide to wait elsewhere, but he'll check back periodically to see just what secrets he collects.

This may be one of the easier heists he's pulled, if it works.

Current Mood: mischievous

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?

( I'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

pasta-freak.livejournal.com

Feciano Vargas, or Italy as he usually went by walked into the Sorting Room with confusion. One minute he was at Germany's house, the next he was...here. Well, whatever 'here' was.

"Germany? Japan?" he called out, scared. This place was strange to him, his friends weren't here and he wanted some pasta.

The newcomer wore a blue military uniform with a black shirt and blue tie. His baggy blue pants were tucked into his black boots. He ran his hand through his auburn hair as he scanned the room nervously with his brown eyes. He spotted a desk with a pile of papers on it and walked over to it.

He picked up one of the applications and started answering the questions.
( Marukaite Chikyuu... )

Proud with his answers, Italy put his application on the desk. A few more blank applications fell off the desk and onto the floor. Italy picked them up off the floor and put them on the desk. Leaving the desk in a messier state than it was when he first saw it.

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

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Marukaite Chikyuu

superfraternal.livejournal.com

This might sound wrong, and if it does, I'm sorry. I think everyone will be happier this way, though, than if I don't say anything. So. Here goes.

Would you or Dr. Grant, or both, be able to keep Chance away from the Sorting Room? There's currently an oozy unearthly horror being Sorted. It seems harmless, but so does Dr. Grant's trilobite, to me.

Thanks. I'll see you later, I hope?

- Simon

shoggies.livejournal.com

A very concise history of the Shoggies.

The Shoggies are a cracky version of Lovecraft's Shoggoths, and when they speak of other Mythos creatures, they will be speaking of the cracky UVoD versions, hence "Cthulhoo" instead of the proper "Cthulhu", "Nyarly" instead of "Nyarlathotep", etc. There's about 20-some shoggies currently swarming the Sorting Room, but with Shoggies, this is a very mutable number.

Shoggy: "Sooo cool!"

SPLAT! The sound of a Shoggy, falling, through a non-euclidean hole in space, and hitting the floor to break into multiple Shoggies.

Shoggies: "Oooh, hi there Shoggy!" "Oh hi Shoggy, are you new or am I new?" "Oooh, what's this?" "Sooo cool!" "Tekeli-li!" "Did someone summon us? Can we eat them?" "I need an eye! I don't have any eyes!"

The sound of multiple Shoggies, now scattered around the Sorting Room, most on the floor, but a few are draped over the furniture. The strange beings are amorphous masses of quivering pink flesh, spotted with seemingly random and shifting eyes and and teeth- although a few of the Shoggies haven't been lucky enough to end up with an eye after the splattering impact. Even the tiniest bit of Shoggy quivers with a unearthly sentience.

The shoggies mill around the Sorting Room, apparently fascinated by their new environment, which is apparently 'sooo cool' by most of their estimates. Amidst a idiotic babbling of 'new' Shoggies introducing themselves to the others can be heard the occasional pertinent statement.

Shoggy 1: "What's this, Shoggy?"

Shoggy 5: "It's a paper! It's sooo cool! I bet it invoked us!"

Shoggy 7 3/4 : "What's it say? I don't have an eye!"

Somehow, despite the general cacaphony of stupid babbling, a few of the Shoggies manage to focus their attention, if not their non-existent intellect, upon the application.

( Read more... if you dare! (Seriously. There's not much dumber than a Shoggy.) )

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

guy-from-mars.livejournal.com

Valentine Michael Smith was still grokking the great goodness that was Hogwarts, and humanity in general. His perceptions of all of these things were still a bit skewed, but his heart was in the right place.

He'd stumbled onto the computer lab, and, after watching a few discussions, he eventually decided he ought to start his own.

Consequently, a post appeared on the Hogwartsnet under the username "water_ brother":

Attention Hogwarts students!

These are truths I have discovered during my time among the peoples of Earth, most especially during my long sojourn with the giant squid, whose wisdom is beyond measure and who has taught me much of life. Would that I could introduce all of you to him, that you might grok him, in your own turn, with greater fullness:

God is love.
All sentient beings are capable of love.
You are a sentient being who is capable of expressing love.
Therefore, thou art God.

Why not express your own love to your fellow Hogwarts students? Use this space to say something nice to someone you have met. You need not sign your name, as I grok that makes some people uncomfortable.

Current Mood: loved

superfraternal.livejournal.com

Simon was determined this should go well. He just wasn't sure how to ensure that it went well. There were all kinds of reasons why he wasn't thus equipped, having to do mainly with his own quirks of personality, but also with his upbringing and with the way things were done in the high social strata of Osiris. Thinking about these things led him nowhere of use, just a spiral of minor anxiety and low-grade nervousness.

He was more than a little tempted to call the whole thing off and suggest, instead, the usual few companionable rounds of "Where's an Egg?". He could show Billy the book he'd found in the library, and they could just be friends, like always, the stakes super-low.

In the end, though, he dressed (with more than his habitual care, choosing his very favorite vest) and showed up where they'd agreed to meet, in Hogsmeade, carrying a bookbag as though they were both still in school -- well, they were, in a way; it was Hogwarts, wasn't it; and that line of thought only brought him back to Billy's remarks in the greenhouse regarding college and habits, and he just needed not to think about that right now.

He was going to have a good time if it killed him. And he was looking forward to it.

arrogantmage.livejournal.com

One day ~~in Hogwartstubbyland~~ it began to rain.

It began to rain tiny frogs ((Note: the dime is in the picture for scale. It is not raining frogs-on-dimes. Just frogs).

Actually they drifted calmly through the air in eddies and flurries, more like snow than rain. This was to prevent icky splatters. Much more fun could be had, thought the Mysterious Unseen Author of the Frog Plague, if little living frogs started jumping into everything.

Man, he totally missed his BFF George Weasley. As Lezard watched his handiwork from a concealed alcove, he poured a little of his drink (an unspeakable green ichorous mess he believed to be a sophisticated cocktail) onto the flagstones in honor of his homey.

((feel free to interact w/ one another or with the frogs, or to somehow catch a glimpse of Lezard. Whether or not your char realizes Lezard is to blame for the frogs is up to you, I guess! There definitely are chars who would blame him whether or not they had any proof XD ))

calligraphywolf.livejournal.com

((Depending on how perceptive your character is, they'll see Amaterasu as either a regular white wolf roughly the size of a small pony, or see her god form, a white wolf with the strange red markings + whorls within her fur + the Divine Instrument (the shield looking thing with flames) she wears on her back. Characters might also recognize her as the Shinto sun goddess. "The Great Mother Okami Amaterasu."

Issun is a separate character, but since Amaterasu can't communicate with people on her own, he does the talking for her. It'd be really difficult to app Amaterasu without him, since they're a package deal. Modly types, let me know if it's not okay.))

Amaterasu had charged into the Devil Gate with the intention of battling more of the corrupting demons that plagued the earth. What she definitely hadn't been prepared for was the sudden drop of a few dozen feet, and a stone floor rising up to meet her.

She hit the ground hard and didn't immediately rise. After a few moments, she slowly lifted her head and shook it as though it might help her to orient herself. Several feet away, a tiny, glowing green sprite sat up and rubbed his head.

"Nice going, ya big furball!" the sprite, Issun, grumbled at the wolf. She offered a suitably apologetic-sounding whine as she stood up and made her way over to retrieve her Poncle friend, who reclaimed his perch atop her snout. Wherever Amaterasu stepped, grass and flowers began to sprout from right out of the stone.

"What is this place, anyway?" Issun wondered aloud, looking around the room. "Hey Ammy, what's that over on the table? Looks like it wants our attention."

( Leap before you think! )

"I have read the

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

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

bone-not-rock.livejournal.com

Two owls went out, because Billy had only done Christmas shopping for two people so far. Doing things last minute is fun, right? Or so the mun tells herself, because she's snowed in and has only bought one thing so far.

( An owl to Simon: )

( And to Chance: )

bone-not-rock.livejournal.com

((Backdated to within an hour of here.))

What do you do when you get brand new wings? Jump off something.

Of course, that was Billy's reaction to everything. Bored? Jump off something. Need that adrenaline rush? Jump off something. Pissed at your lover? You get the idea.

Finally giving a nod to safety, he'd chosen a ledge that was only 20 feet off the ground. He could survive that fall. Or, at least he hoped that his borrowed body could survive the fall. Here's to nothing, he thought, and jumped.

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Entries tagged with billy brennan

some holiday gifts (let's assume they were not late in gametime? :) )

learning the ropes (open RP: Ari and some house elves)

Meet the Samurai ((Sock, Maddie, Yukimura, open RP))

[Compy Post] The Butt Awards.

Application for Mordichai Black: Julie Kenner's Aphrodite series

application for T-Rex (Dinosaur Comics)

Valentine's Day! (Open RP)

[Open RP] Oh boy Secret Santa!

Application: francium (a gebra named al)

Compy Post: Your secrets

Andy Bernard (The Office, US)

Application for Feliciano Vargas/N. Italy (Axis Powers Hetalia)

owl to Billy Brennan

Application: Shoggies! (The Unspeakable Vault of Doom)

Compy Post: Anonymous love meme!

ninja or pirate? (closed RP, Simon Tam and Billy Brennan)

open RP: a plague of frogs

Amaterasu and Issun, from Ōkami

Christmas gifts!

Flying lessons ((Closed for Billy and Dawnstar))