[identity profile] canes-can-kill.livejournal.com
I am so, so sorry that I haven't been around! It's a long story, with being busy with theater work and dead laptops and crappy computer fixing companies. But I'm going to make a lot more effort with RPing now. Many apologies to anybody with characters tied with mine! D:

Anyway, yes, I'm back. With the following characters: Dr. Greg House, Bernard Black, Ed, Violet Grimm, Tara Maclay, Peter Petrelli, the Easter Bunny, Algaliarept, Borat Sagdiyev (You all missed him the most, admit it ;D) Ivy Tammwood, Nathan Explosion, Edward Scissorhands and Scar.
[identity profile] 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!))
[identity profile] lovesmanthongs.livejournal.com
It was a glorious day for Khazakstan. Having not been excuted because his movie had not done badly at the American 'office of boxing', Borat Sagdiyev had quickly decided which fine country to return to next. The proud land of Scott Land. Though Borat still wasn't sure who this Scott was, and why he got a whole country named after him, his last visit had proved that there were many nice woman here - although none could ever match up to Pamela, of course.

Also, the person he'd tried to buy the ticket off had no idea where "Aryan Land" was, so "Scott Land" it had to be. So much for visiting Ireland.

Proudly clad in nothing but his eye-blindingly yellow man-bikini and white sneakers, Borat strode into the hallway, coming face to face with a moving painting. He took this strange phenomena completely in stride. "Ah, hello, I am Borat!" He greeted, grinning enthusiastically, his heavy accent twisting his words. "I come from Khazakstan. I have seen the photo-pictures of women like you. You are very nice! How much?"

The woman in the painting abruptly ran away.

Far from disheartened, Borat moved to the suit of armor a few feet away. "My name is Borat!" He greeted the suit of armor by kissing it on both cheeks of the helmet. "Do you know where I can find womens? Perhaps you are a woman inside, yes? That is what I always tell my brother - he has the retard-ation, and cannot get any vah-jin! Haha!"

Anybody passing by would be treated to the sight of Borat trying to somehow look inside the suit of armor just to see if it was secretly a woman.

"How can I make with the sexy times if you will not remove this full-body metal con-dom?" Borat complained loudly for anybody to hear. Would nobody help him in his quest for sexy times?
[identity profile] alicevamp.livejournal.com
[[Approved by Edward-mun!]]

Alice Cullen was not ordinary in any sense of the word. She had short, black hair that would make any normal girl snicker. She was very small and pixie-like, and graceful in her movements, which would make any dancer green with envy. She had a family of very attractive ladies and gentlemen that made every normal person turn their heads to stare. Oh, and she was a vampire who had visions of the future from time to time. That, too.

Carlisle had sent her to look for Edward. After the family left Forks, he had disappeared to God-knows-where. Carlisle was the first one to hear the news about Edward living at Hogwarts, and immediately sent a very worried Alice to join him there. And the next morning, Alice Cullen arrived at Hogwarts to enroll herself.

She entered the Sorting Room at a brisk pace. She nearly sprinted across the room until she came upon the familiar three-legged stool that had a sheet of parchment and a quill on top. She picked up the sheet and scanned it quickly.

What kind of school asks you questions like these to get in?

She shrugged and scooped up the quill, eager to get these questions over with so she could find her brother



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

Open RP

Nov. 16th, 2006 11:43 pm
[identity profile] battlefranky36.livejournal.com
Posted around the school are large posters depicting a space ship rocketing throughout space. Above the space ship are the giant words "SUPER SPACE SHIP!" Beneath the picture is the following.

Do you want to have super adventures in space? Do you want to contribute to one of the most super scientific events ever to take place at Hogwarts EVER? Then contribute to project Let's Explosively Get to Space, or Project LEGS. Project LEGS is an effort to construct a fully functional space ship, led by the underground face of Hufflepuff, the most super man of Hogwarts, FRANKY! We are currently looking for anyone with any engineering, navigational, or general sailing experience to help this mighty endeavor! Please either apply in person, or send Franky an owl. If you wish to apply in person, Franky will either be in the Great Hall, in a class, or sleeping in Hufflepuff Tower. Be Super! Help get LEGS into space!




In the Great Hall, Franky is working on what looks like blue prints. Scattered around him are countless piles of books on space, machinery, energy sources, engines, planes, physics, and, of course, space ships. Every now and then he crumples up what he was working on, tosses it over his shoulder into a massive pile of paper, and grabs a new scroll to use. If you listen hard enough, you can hear him mumbling to himself.

((Finally got this together. Come bother Franky, even if you don't want to join project LEGS. After all, this is quite a strange sight.))
[identity profile] borat0sagdiyev.livejournal.com
Common App )

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

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