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((IC hiatus/canon-update post, co-written with Brenda-mun. Cut for tl;dr because Jaime-mun can't be concise EVER.))

"C'mon!" Brenda said, dragging Jaime down the hall. "It'll be fun!"

This, Jaime had learned, was a phrase that usually led to incipient doom. Or punching. "Yeah, for the one who isn't being slammed onto the floor repeatedly." But he continued down the corridor with Brenda, heading in what they thought was the right direction. "What floor's this Room of Requirement supposed to be on again?"

Brenda consulted a sheet of scribbled notes. "Seventh, I'm pretty sure. Across from a tapestry of dancing trolls."

"A tapestry of... oookay." He shook his head. "Least it'll be easy to spot." ( Of course, just by saying that, he'd jinxed it. )

( Raven to Lola )

He folded the paper up and waved it at Sancho. "Give this to Lola, okay? In one piece." Sancho cawed and launched himself off the chair, snatching up the paper with his talons as he fluttered out the window.

Milagro noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye. "Hey! What was that?"

Jaime didn't respond. He just stared out the window, watching the raven glide off into the afternoon sun. He stood there, watching, until Sancho was nothing more than a faint black speck on the horizon and then was gone entirely from sight.

ahogarse.livejournal.com

There’s something in the sorting room. Something, the sort of thing that goes bump in the night.
There’s blood in the air, in the Sorting Room. Is he a hobgoblin? Not really. But he creeps like one. He isn’t sure how he’s gotten here. The aura of confusion, fear and anger is palpable, even to those without a teaspoon of psychic ability, sixth sense, whatever you want to call it.
You can’t see the hand that hesitantly picks up the pen, to write. Or maybe you can. Or maybe you can just see the bones, and the faint haze of grey skin surrounding them.

( Me llamo Santi. )

ibrokeaplanet.livejournal.com

"Dude. Come on, we talked about this, you agreed already!" Brenda gave Jaime a nudge.

Jaime nudged her back. "Nuh-uh. I said I was gonna check out the equipment. And I did. It's all clear. You're sure, right? So I'm just gonna--"

"Yeah?"

"Um." He sighed. "Okay, fine, I'm just gonna sit down over here." He started shuffling through a stack of CDs.

"Good, 'cause I saw one I wanna start off with last time we were here!" Brenda pulled down a stack of CDs and found the one she wanted third disc down. She put on Me and My Shadow, the Robbie Williams version. "That one's for you, pal."
( Welcome to WART, El Paso style! )
Brenda looked over the now-decimated stack of CDs. "Wow. I can't believe we played the whole thing," she chirped. "This has been a blast, folks. We've been your hosts for this evening, Brenda and Jaime - "

"Wait, one more thing." Jaime grabbed another CD. "Um, this is for Lola. From me. Because, well, you know." Before he could waste more air time or lose his nerve, he put in Angel on My Bike by The Wallflowers and sat back, grateful that no one could tell how red his ears were over the radio.

"Awww. Jaime, that's so sweet! I can't think of a nicer note to end the show -"

"HOLD ON A SECOND!"

And suddenly, Tomo came charging in, having found the radio station by a combination of sheer luck and house-elf extortion.

She shoved Jaime aside and grabbed the mike. "Hey, Hogwarts! This is Tomo Takino, coming to you live on White Day! Did you forget? I bet you did! Only know one guy who actually remembered to follow through out of this whole place!"

"HEY! NO SHOVING MY FRIEND!" Brenda grabbed the microphone back from Tomo. "And this is not for you to advertise your crazy-ass made-up fake "Send Chocos to Tomo" holiday!"

Jaime opened his mouth to speak, but then reconsidered and decided to let Tomo dig her own grave. Which she did as she promptly grabbed the mike back. "IT IS NOT MADE-UP! IT'S A LEGIT HOLIDAY! You're just mad because you didn't get any chocolate today!" she added cheerfully.

"Oh, here it comes," Jaime muttered.

Yes, it does. The windup, and the pitch. Brenda's open hand met Tomo's cheek with a ringing SLAP. "I'm mad 'cause a total idiot busted in here and wrecked a perfectly nice night - yo, hero boy, feel free to jump in here anytime!"

"WAUGH!" Tomo stumbled back, slipped on a couple of notes that had fallen to the floor and promptly crashed to the floor herself. Hard. "...ow..."

Jump in and do what, kick the human speed bump on the floor? Jaime shook his head and covered the mike with a hand. "Yeah, well, you asked for it, Fido," he told Tomo before turning back to the mike. Sorry, he mouthed to Brenda. "Uh, please ignore the crazy and feel free to call - uh, Floo in any requests. We'll be here."

"I'm okay!" Tomo called out weakly, still face down on the floor.

"Physically, anyway," Jaime muttered.
((Forgot to add, Tomo-smackdown TOTALLY done with permission - it was the mun's idea in fact! It was just time for one.))

beantheory.livejournal.com

A tiny boy appears in the Sorting Room. He appears to be about five years old, and small for that age, with thin hair and dark eyes. In reality, he is seven. The lingering effects of early deprivation haven't been wiped out, despite looking lean and strong. And he's careworn, unusually so for a child so young.

The boy takes a long moment to look around the room, quick eyes drinking in everything: the layout of the room, the exits (door, wide enough for him to go through even with five adults blocking the way; four windows, highly-set but not impossible to reach; a chimney-place), the furniture. There's no one about so he pads to the fireplace first, examining its usefulness as an escape route. It's difficult to be certain by sight alone. He's tempted to climb up and find out - it's possible that this connects to a network of some kind - but the inside of the flue is coated with soot. He has no way of knowing how common soot-covered (or naked, if he chose to save his clothes the abuse) children are in this place. It can wait.

The gravity pressing against him is noticeable. There's no underlying, subliminal sense of motion.

Bean is back on Earth.

( The enemy's gate is down... )

sir-knits-a-lot.livejournal.com

((OOC: later in the series...he's been to Earth once already))

Gwendal looked around the room. His fingers twitched nervously, his thumbs rubbing against his index fingers. How had he gotten separated from the rest. They were supposed to be going to the Maoh's home...to the place he called Earth. This didn't look like the place they'd been before. He glances around and sees a table with a quill. Being familiar with paperwork, he walked over.
( And, somehow, he is not surprised to be able to read the questions. )

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

chaos-blades.livejournal.com

( The Gods Of Olympus Have Abandoned Me )

bantersucks.livejournal.com

((Backdated to the 11th? Ish? Day or two before Lola actually gets back, but after this. Will be slow, but Jaime needs a kick in the head. Or, in this case, to be smacked with a notebook or shaken awake, and that was permission for Brenda to do so.))

After spending several hours in the library, Jaime had headed back to his room - and promptly found himself staring at the notes again. His thoughts kept wandering back to the last thing Lola had said to him, and even though he knew it was silly, it bothered him. He had no idea why. The diagrams and notes and theory compiled from Booster Gold's hints made more sense right now.

Which was why, if Brenda or someone else entered the common room that evening, they would find him on the couch with a stack of books and notes piled on the table and another book in his lap, fast asleep despite the rather uncomfortable position his neck was in.

Hey, at least he hadn't landed on it this time.

Current Music: Wilco - "Can't Stand It"

kakashi-jounin.livejournal.com

((Taken mainly from the manga (with additional info from other sources) because I've only seen a few subbed episodes of the anime so far. If your character would know the Naruto universe as fiction, have fun gently poking the fourth wall.))

Kakashi Hatake was stoic in a dispassionate way, a bit guarded and aloof but not unfriendly, the sort of person whose first reaction upon finding himself unexpectedly surrounded by stone walls wasn't to panic. These things happened, after all, especially in his line of work.

He adjusted his hitai-ate, a functional but largely symbolic forehead protector, to reveal his scarred left eye; it was unnaturally deep red, with a triple tomoe pupil, clearly mismatched with his right eye. With his Sharingan active, he quickly glanced around to assess whether or not his surroundings were a result of genjutsu. Apparently satisfied with what he'd found, his field of vision narrowed as he pulled down the hitai-ate to securely cover his left eye once more.

The castle definitely wasn't an illusion. Even the slightly dank air smelled genuine, the floor felt solid, and-

( And then there was a voice...? )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Location: Sorting Room

makeminemayday.livejournal.com

((Hey all - posting this NOW for the people across the pond. Secret Santa is still open, but due to shower lines, packing, traffic and a tyrannical 5-year-old, I have NO IDEA when I'll be home. Use it to mingle. May/Jaime/Tomo will be tagging sometime later tonight, I just can't say when.))

Decorations? Check.

Enough food and drink to feed an army? Check.

Slightly annoyed house elves because May hadn't let them risk their necks decorating the Great Hall (hey, sticking to walls could come in handy when you were hanging garlands)? Check.

Well, things looked good, May mused as she adjusted the hem of her red sweater dress and the Christmas light necklace she was wearing.

Nobody involved in the Secret Santa exchange had complained, not even Tomo (or Tomo's ~~victim~~ recipient). She literally jumped over a pair of house elves carrying trays as the first few people started trickling in, waving to them. "Hi, come on in! Merry Christmas!"

((Backdated to Christmas Day, of course! Secret Santa participants are expected to show up with one more gift for the recipient and to unmask themselves. Make sure that everyone who participated in the Secret Santa exchange has started a thread. Look for the thread of the person your character gave gifts to, and have them reveal/introduce themselves.

This is NOT just for Secret Santa stuff, of course, it's open to the whole school. Be warned, though, if anybody starts a physical fight in the Great Hall, Mayday will DEFINITELY try to break it up or get you to take it outside. Especially after what happened last year. Please make an OOC note if you don't want her to notice.))

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

((To avoid spam, spam, wonderful spam, I'll put Lola and Brice's owls in the same post. =) Merry Christmas, HH!))

It was sort of difficult, getting enough owls to cooperate. They were constantly snuggling up to Brice, crooning at him in some sort of owl slang, and he had to bribe them with treats and happy vibes (mostly treats) to make them carry the damn presents away. He'd had enough trouble picking the things out to need this as well.

"Alright, off with you," he muttered and scratched one on the head. "Ho ho ho, or whatever."

( For Mel )

( For Lola )

( For Maia )

( For Jaime )

Brice left the Owlery. And, due to some coincidence, Lola missed him with just a few minutes. She of course just had to coo something to make the owls flock and eagerly stick out their legs... Lola just had a friendlier disposition.

( For Mel, charmed to smell like saffron )

( For Jaime, charmed to smell like a Christmas tree )

( For Brice, charmed to smell like gingerbread )

( For Brenda, charmed to smell like roasted chestnuts )

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Owls hooting

dont-exacerbate.livejournal.com

( With friends like these... )

((Send in anything and everything, guys--have at it. After all, it's not just birthday humiliation, it's a WART, dammit XD))

Current Mood: accomplished

bantersucks.livejournal.com

Having gotten some other stuff squared away and discovering that the raven he'd bought from Ofdensen was better-tempered than half the owls at Hogwarts, Jaime sent him out on a few letter runs. Starting with one he should have sent out a while ago.

( Raven to Lola, warded )

( Raven to Brenda, warded to show an ad for El Diablo to anyone else )

ETA: After Lola's reply and a little bit of thought, he sent out another message.

( Raven to Mel Beeby )

Current Mood: bored

computerwizkid.livejournal.com

With a small bang of displaced air, a twelve-year-old girl appeared, carrying what might have been a laptop computer, if laptops had eyestalks and jointed legs. She looked around, an increasingly annoyed expression on her face, and groaned.

“Definitely not the Crossings,” Dairine sighed, and opened the cover of the computer. “Spot? Could you show me the transit routine? Something went wrong.” Obediently, the computer displayed a complex diagram, and the girl sat down with the laptop in her lap to examine it. “Nah, looks alright. Any idea where we are?” Again, the requested data displayed itself. The girl frowned.

Scotland? How in heck had she ended up in Scotland? She shouldn’t have been anywhere near Earth! She’d never messed up a transit like this, especially not with Spot’s help. Her dad was going to kill her, followed by Nita, and possibly Tom and Carl, if she didn’t die of embarrassment, first. Sker’ret, who she was supposed to be meeting, would probably die laughing.

Closing the lid of the computer, she looked around again, and picked up an application, examining it. With a shrug, she pulled a ballpoint pen out of her pocket and began to fill it out.

( Where the heck am I? )

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

not-tomjones.livejournal.com

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

With a very wet SPLAT!, three slugs and a rat fell onto the table in the sorting room. The slugs were, as slugs generally are, naked and slimy. The rat, however, was looking rather posh in a tux. Groaning, he pushed himself up off the table, only to be confronted with a quill as large as he was, quivering quite menacingly by his nose.

"Well? What do you want?" he asked the quill. Without warning, it swept towards him and almost knocked him over, the continued on without even a nod of apology. "Hey! I say, you there!" Roddy put up his dukes. "Try that again, why don't you?"

The quill did as asked. Roddy shrieked and dove out of the way, only to find himself pinned between the quill and an ink pot. "Please don't kill me," he groveled, and if by magic the quill moved away. It was then that he noticed the words the quill had left behind, and the words on the piece of paper he'd been standing on. He looked at the slugs. "This looks like an application," he said. The quill came back at him, but now he was getting the hang of this.

"I am a yellow-bellied piece of worthless feather!" he said to the quill, and sure enough it wrote it down. "Ha! See that? I'm the master here!" he boasted to the slugs.

They just looked at each other and rolled their eye stalks.

( And the lady wears big undies! )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _R _St._J_________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __R_St._J_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Are they huge knickers?_R_St._J_______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _R_St._J__________"

misswellread.livejournal.com

((This is a mix between book!Matilda and movie!Matilda (also known as British!Matilda and American!Matilda) though I am mostly going with the first. She’s taken from the start of the book where she’s heading for her first day at school, thus, she doesn’t know that she’s telekinetic.))

A little girl, certainly no more than six years old if that, appeared in the Sorting Room, and her mouth dropped open instantly. Then she turned slowly, and looked at the solid stonewall directly behind her. She had come through that? Strange. This was like in a book...

Matilda turned back around, hoisted her school bag up on her shoulders, and padded into the room, her trainers thudding slightly against the stone floor. Unlike many children in her situation, she didn’t start crying and look for her mother, but merely looked around until her eyes landed on a pile of application forms. She had to stand on her tippy-toes to reach one, but she read it with surprising ease for such a young girl. Then she smiled a little.

This was... a school, apparently. It was not the school she was meant to start attending today, that she was quite certain of, but it was a school. She’d been looking forward to starting school so much! And this seemed very interesting, and quite unlike what she'd heard about Crunchem Hall.

The girl saw the DictaQuill and grabbed it at first, writing her name very neatly at the top of her application. Her letters were childishly loopy, but there were no typos, nor did she accidentally turn a letter upside-down. Matilda was very careful about things like that. Typos were something that didn’t exist in her world.

Once she started answering the questions, the Quill struggled out of her grasp, and Matilda was so intrigued by this that she forgot to write anything herself.

( Elucidate... Means to make something clear, I think. )

Then she sat down again with the book on her knee. After a while she got a fresh sheet of paper, positioned the DictaQuill over it, and began saying random words, for the sheer joy in seeing them being written down. She got quite engulfed by her game, and barely looked up.

"I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: curious
Current Music: Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris

dont-exacerbate.livejournal.com

It was a good thing Liz had been warned about Hogwarts--specifically, about how damned weird it could be. Unlike many applicants, she didn’t just show up in the Sorting Room; instead, she and Shaun had taken the Floo system through Diagon Alley, a trip that made the Tube look like a paragon of efficiency by comparison. At least the Tube didn’t get you quite as filthy.

The school was pretty much as he and Susan had described--vast, ancient, and exceptionally bizarre, even without her having met any of her soon-to-be fellow students. It was not, however, as bizarre as it might have been--Z-Day had given both her and Shaun the ability to believe almost anything.

“Does everyone pass through here?” she asked, picking up the application.

“Everybody,” Shaun affirmed. “It’s how they decide where you’re meant to go--the Houses, and all that.” Both he and Liz had grown up well after boarding schools went out of fashion, so the only contact they’d had with the idea until now had been through books.

( I think you've understated the weird factor )

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

Current Mood: curious

bantersucks.livejournal.com

((Backdated to November 3rd, the morning after this encounter. Yes, this is the last of the Halloween posts I'll make, I'm only spamming ahead of time because I have NO IDEA where I'm going to be next week due to family stuff. Still tagging to the other threads, but promised this. No doctor pups here, but visitors are welcome. Assuming May let Brenda and Lola know, of course.))

Jaime didn't remember much of what happened once May helped him get down to the Hospital Wing. It was all pretty vague, but somehow he'd been admitted overnight once whoever was on duty realized he couldn't stand up without help, was mumbling to himself, and was running a fever. He'd asked May to let Brenda and Lola know so they wouldn't freak out ~~as much~~. That was really the last coherent thing he remembered before he'd reluctantly taken the potion and fallen asleep.

He didn't know how long he was out, but the next thing he knew, the sun was shining through a window. Lifting his head, Jaime peered around him, taking a moment to recognize where he was. It was late morning, he'd finally gotten some unbroken sleep, and the scarab was finally quiet. ...Well, as quiet as it ever got - it had just informed him what time it was and how long they'd both been out and how many other patients there were in the Wing - but it wasn't freaking out anymore. Sure, he was still sore, still tired, and kind of hungry (and that last part was probably a good sign), but he felt like he could think straight again.

Letting his head fall back on the pillows, Jaime closed his eyes, relaxing for the first time in days.

Current Mood: relieved
Current Location: Hospital Wing

jezzthespoon.livejournal.com

((Spoilers for the first two books of the Lady Penitent trilogy, some spoilerish references to War of the Spider Queen. Permission given from all current Realms-muns, namely Yours Truly))

A dark-skinned elf limped into the Sorting Room, his left leg encased in a brace of leather and metal, dragging two overstuffed-looking bags behind him. He came to a stop at the table of applications, released his luggage, flexed his fingers with a wince, then briefly lifted the half-mask from the upper part of his face to daub at the sweat.

Jezz had gone on a frenzy of acquisition before embarking on the last leg of the journey; he wasn’t sure how long he would have to stay, and it was probably a bad idea to raid the student body. There was considerable talk of bribery in his sources, so he had figured in a generous amount for that. Perhaps he’d figured in too much – his arms certainly seemed to think so. They also seemed to think he’d been too leery about expending the emergency scrolls of Tenser’s Floating Disk that Belarbreeza had scribed for him. At least the scrolls should have other uses here.

He seated himself at the table. Once the feeling had returned to his fingers, he took an application and selected a quill as the green asp around his arm unwound and began to investigate the vicinity. “Careful there, Keheneshnef,” he murmured in a tongue normally intelligible only to mage and familiar, and the quill vibrated in his hand. He was not quite as taken aback by the questions as he might have been without prior warning.

( Let me get this straight. )

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

Jezz retrieved Keheneshnef from the table, stood, turned around and smiled at the room at large. Time to play the diplomat after all.

Current Music: “Mack the Knife”/”Die Moritat von Mackie Messer”

nicknamegirl.livejournal.com

((Back-dated to the day after Halloween. The first bit cut for tl;dr-ness and sort of emo!Lola.))

( In the dark of the night I was tossing and turning / And the nightmare I had was as bad as can be )

The first thing Lola wrote was a letter to Brenda. That was was fairly easy at least, though she had no idea how to start it it was considerably less difficult to write than if she'd tried writing to Jaime first.

( Basically warded owl to Brenda )

The next letter was harder. Much harder. Lola gnawed at the end of her pencil, frowning at the piece of paper.

( Carefully warded owl to Jaime, message vibed pink )

Both owls sent, Lola grabbed the plastic sack of her evil plans, and dragged it down to the common room, to burn them in the fireplace. It felt very satisfying to do that. Warming, too. She was kneeling down in front of the fireplace, constantly feeding the flames with bits of dry paper, and watched her scrawled words burn. Only then did she begin to relax.

She remained there for a while, face absent as she looked into the fire.

Current Mood: indescribable
Current Location: Gryffindor common room
Current Music: In the Dark of the Night – Anastasia soundtrack

bantersucks.livejournal.com

((Backdated to Halloween night, right after this thread.))

Surprisingly, it wasn't difficult to find the offices on the first floor, nor was the trip very eventful; there were occasional sounds of fighting and/or general wanton destruction every so often, but none of it crossed their path. So it didn't take long to find the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. "Can you scan for anybody?" Jaime asked the scarab before turning to Brenda. "There's one person in there, but that's all it can tell through the wards and stuff."

He raised a hand to knock, then hesitated, looking down at himself. Even with the extended lack of people trying to maim him, he was still unable to shut the armor down. "I'm not sure she'll buy the costume-gone-horribly-wrong excuse," he added, worried. "You got any ideas?" Maia had seemingly bought it, but Maia hadn't been in the best state of mind at the time.

Current Mood: nervous

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IC Hiatus/Canon-update post, or, Took a Wrong Turn at Albuquerque

Application; Santi, Devil's Backbone

WART #120

Application for Bean, Ender's Game/Ender's Shadow

Application for Gwendal from Kyo Kara Maoh

Kratos from God Of War

Friends don't let friends be total idiots (Closed RP, Brenda and Jaime)

Kakashi Hatake, Naruto

Open RP: Christmas party in the Great Hall! (Backdated to Dec. 25th)

Massive attack of present-bearing owls, from Lola and Brice.

WAAAAAAAAART: Wherein Liz really does have good intentions, and Shaun is...Shaun.

Getting his one Galleon's worth

Application: Dairine Callahan, Young Wizards series

Application for Roddy St. James: Flushed Away

Matilda Wormwood, Roald Dahl’s "Matilda"

Application: Liz, Shaun of the Dead

Open RP: A Good Night's Sleep Makes Everything Better

Jezz Jaelre (AKA Jezz the Lame), Forgotten Realms

Owls of Apology and Open RP in Gryffindor common room.

Getting help from the experts (Open to Lily, Brenda, and Jaime)

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