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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.]]

anuclearwinter.livejournal.com

My dear Brice--

I have had the dubious pleasure of speaking with a girl named Megan Gwynn.

Consequently, I would very much like to see you, as your mother.

Do come and call on me, alone.

--Laura

Yeah, it does sound more like a criminal threat than a friendly invitation to tea.

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

Brice took Twoey on a walk around the lake most every day, because though she was a pretty small dog, she never quite seemed to run out of energy. Now lately she had taken to teaching herself how to swim. It definitely interrupted the walk, but since Brice was usually putty in Twoey's paws, he allowed her to play and splash as much as she wanted while he sat making sure she didn't drown herself.

"Not so far out!" he called out and whistled. "Twoey, get back here!"

The little brown dog came up on land and shook water out of her fur before trotting up to her master, where she got a treat and a pat for her trouble. Brice was always very generous with treats.

Current Mood: relaxed
Current Location: Near the lake.

miranda-bnewski.livejournal.com

Characters: If you want to vent to your muns, or complain about the people who share your headspace, this is the place. It may not help things, but maybe you'll feel better.
Characters may comment and talk with each other.

hellminxmel.livejournal.com

Maia's feeling bitchy. What's new?

( Owl to Brice, love from anonymous )

( Owl to Lola, with a smiley face on pink notepaper )

( Owl to Mel, with a strong smell of leaking bleach )

( To Octavian, note written on flyleaf )

Happy fucking Hogmanay, people.

Current Mood: bitchy

noseymaddie.livejournal.com

Well, not really. Maddie's actually pretty happy for Christmas and all that, after all. ~~Her mun~~ Santa gave her a black and white blotched kitten, so she's actually cooing over that. She would be in the Great Hall, but that's still a mess, so she's just outside the Great Hall and the kitten has grown quite fond of the detrius from the holiday.

Have fun with that, kids. Show off your presents, play with the kitten, ~~plan disasterous dates~~...which reminds me...she really should owl Kaga...

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

The majority of Brice's Christmas presents would be handed out in person. There was really only one who would be receiving a present by owl. It was sent anonymously, just like last year, with no possible way to determine the giver. However, her name has been written on the package with what may or may not be a familiar thick scrawl.

MAIA

The present is a mirror, carefully wrapped in bubblewrap, and then in simple red paper with a red bow.

Christmas is a time of forgiveness and peace. Even between angels and demons.

Current Mood: optimistic

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

((WARNING: May turn explicit.))

Brice was still mooching. He was good at that. Smirking too. One of those was playing across his (biteable) lips at the moment, and the piercing, soul-scorching eyes were glittering as well, with the sinful ideas of angels. Because well, he was one, though the memory of that was a little fuzzy at the moment. He wanted to find some girls. One girl in particular. The gorgeous, the alluring, the constantly-getting-herself-into-trouble Melanie Beeby. She wanted him, he knew she did, and he was going to get her. Even if he had to kidnap her, tie her to a chair and walk around menacingly while calling her pet names, perhaps slowly drag his fingers over her neck. He'd whisper sexy things in her ear, brush his lips against her throat, perhaps remove his shirt and give her a good look of his impressive pectorals to make her swoon with his manly, manly ways.

And there would be sex. Because he was Brice. And he was sexy, and slightly evil. These were two things he was absolutely aware of, the only two things he was about. Which suited him just fine.

So he walked down the corridor, hands in his pockets (and considering how tight those jeans were, it was quite an impressive feat to get anything in there) and looking with intense, electrical eyes at the place. His black t-shirt clung to his chest and accentuated his muscles, and the leather jacket was... well, sexy. We did mention the sexiness, right? Because he was pretty much so full of it it was oozing (sexily) out of his ears.

Current Mood: sexy
Current Location: P.O. Box 1, Astral Plane, Hogwarts, Universe.

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

The Sorting Hat had been dabbling in way too many fringe philosophies. (Neo-Rosicrucianism? Really, Sorting Hat?) It seemed that puppet!Ron Weasley's name for it, Sorting Hat the Wise, had gone to the Hat's lack-of-visible-head.

On the morning of Dec. 13 (or was it the 14th?) the Hat's esoteric interests affected the school for the second time.

The first instance had been more than a year past, when the Hat took a cue from Rev. Sun Myung Moon and united most of the Hogwarts students in mass marriages. That had been a lengthy and concerted effort by the Hat and its house-elf minions, opposed vigorously by the wicked (or noble??) Kojiro. Kojiro's kidnapping of the Hat's bride had been something of a turning point for the headstrong headgear.

This new instance ... even Kojiro might be powerless to counter. And the Hat's agency would be difficult, if not impossible, to discern.

In a mighty magical working, the Hat projected many of the students ... to the astral plane, in their astral forms.

Astral Hogwarts resembled the real material Hogwarts (well, the Sorting Hat's version of material Hogwarts) very closely indeed. There were some dissimilarities: did Hogwarts, on the material plane, really sparkle so much? Were there so many rainbows in the sky, without a hint of rain to prompt their presence? Were there really pastel-colored unicorns frolicking on the grounds? Unicorns with hair made of cotton candy?

Could the students fly without brooms in material Hogwarts?

Other than that, it would be instantly recognizable as Hogwarts. The astral students would find nothing jarringly unfamiliar, being astral themselves. No disorientation, as there had been with the mass weddings; only a pleasant surprise, if they did happen to remember the absence of pastel unicorns and self-propelled flight.

Finally the Hat would have achieved paradise! Too bad not all the students could be brought into this happy realm. The Hat hadn't quite figured out how to bring everyone en masse. But many of them could be.

Including Kojiro, perhaps ...

(( OOC note: People are welcome to RP astral shenanigans here, or to start their own new posts for interactions of a closed variety. Please, if you embark on NSFW action, make a new post so that it can be lj-cut with appropriate warnings. ))

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

((Sex abounds (FINALLY). You have been warned.))

( All down the line/ Fresh couples climbed abroad: the rest stood round;/ The last confetti and advice were thrown )

Current Music: The Whitsun Weddings

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

( I thought one look at you / Looking like a dream come true / Would leave me speechless like you always do / But now we're wide awake / We've got some plans to make / Let's take some action, baby )

Current Mood: nervous
Current Location: Room of Requirement
Current Music: Serious – Legally Blonde soundtrack

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

( This must be a strange deception / By celestial intervention / Leavin' me the recollection / Of your heavenly connection )

Current Mood: calm
Current Location: Little Green Apple
Current Music: There Must Be An Angel (Playing With My Heart) – Eurythmics

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

((First cut leads to an explanation on where Brice and Lola were and why Mel is in the dark about it (WARNING: very lengthy), and the other is an invite to go say hi to the pondering angel boy. =) ))

( I had all of these minstrels bring me roses, strike up the band / Everything revolves ‘round you, babe / Try to understand it / ‘Bout the way that I been loving you, baby / That ain’t nothing like I, like I love you now )

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Brice sat leaning against a tree by the lake, enjoying some of the last sunshine of the summer. Twoey was off somewhere chasing sparrows, and he could hear her happy yapping somewhere in the back of his mind, but his thoughts were focused on something entirely different. They were on the small velvet box resting in his hands. He’d already opened and closed it several times, just to make sure the ring was still there. It always was, but he kept checking, nervously, as if he expected some nasty imp or whatever sneak up and snatch it from him.

So, how was one to go about actually asking? He’d already pictured several extravagant proposals, ranging from spelling it out in seashells on the beach (Mel’s favourite place) to taking her on a hot-air balloon ride and pop the question while they were looking out on the world she had just helped saving, but they seemed... big. And sure, it was a big deal, but at the same time he didn’t want to make it huge. Like he’d told Lola, it wasn’t a real proposal. Just a... question. A promise that he’d like to make that kind of commitment to her, some day, when they were less young and stupid. He didn’t want to make it more than that. The last time he’d asked her, as a last resort, to try and make things better when he messed up, she’d panicked and looked like she wanted to run away. Like a trapped animal. He’d rather not go through that again. So it had to be... calming.

Brice sighed and closed the box again. He turned it over in his hands, looked over the lake, and wondered on just how out of his depth he actually was.

Current Music: Daniel Lemma – If I Used To Love You

cutthroatamber.livejournal.com

((OOC: I checked the roster of active characters, and it looked like all the House characters had gone inactive. If that's wrong, I apologize. ))

There is a puff of white smoke, and suddenly, a woman appears in the middle of the Sorting Room. She's clothed all in white, and very pale. She looks a bit confused.

"Apparently, the afterlife is not what I expected."

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

Current Mood: cranky

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

( Owls, warded )

There's cake.

And cold fruit juice, and biscuits. Mel's not sure just how they'll take this. Sugar might help in mellowing their mood. After all, wouldn't you be mad if your best friend revealed they'd been withholding valuable information from you because they didn't want you to get hurt? With time racing toward her, Mel can feel it's past time to tell them about the Creation angel and his conversation with her.

Fiddling with a loose thread in her top, Mel bites her lip and leans back on the desk, waiting for her friends to come in.

i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com

A has new plants! This late in the season, he's planting established plants and not seeds. Spearmint and peppermint, rosemary, and two varieties of heirloom tomatoes, Brandywine and Cherokee Purple. Thanks to Matt, he has a nice new set of garden tools, and he's putting them to good use getting his new acquisitions into the ground.

And yes, he's singing as he works. Badly.

"Me and Sheila go for a ride
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I feel all funny inside
Then little Sheila whispers in my ear
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I love you Sheila dear"

drunkexguardian.livejournal.com

"Oh, goddammit." The words sounded more pissed than surprised. The woman who had just appeared in the Sorting Room smelled strongly of blood and beer, and when she pushed back the hood of her cloak enough to take in her surroundings her face looked severely annoyed.

"Hm." She pulled up a lock of hair to examine it. Currently--though it would have been hard to tell, cloaked and hooded as she was in her burgandy cloak and dress--she looked almost exactly as she had after her... incident... twenty years ago: long, curly red hair without a hint of gray, blue eyes with no crow's feet accentuating them, and looking for all the world like a woman in her mid-twenties. She frowned. Isn't that interesting. So this probably wasn't anywhere that could technically be called "the real world," then. Out there, she looked older.

She saw the parchment on the room's table, shrugged, and walked over to take a look. As she walked, her feet (bare but for burgundy wrappings, which also adorned her hands and arms) never once touched the room's floor, instead seeming fixed about an inch above the ground.

( Sie müssen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)/ damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen )

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

((Yes, she's a fallen guardian angel. Her canon says: "There is something of the divine about [Lee]. But rather than suffusing [her], it hangs over [her] like a shroud." Therefore, anyone with the ability to sense that sort of thing has the go-ahead to do so without asking me.))

Current Mood: grouchy
Current Music: "Engel," Rammstein

tomowildcat.livejournal.com

In a rare flash of insight, it had occurred to Tomo that a lot of the castle's occupants were sadly unaware of important events and holidays and such. And since one such important event was coming up, she took it upon herself to educate the general populace on the phenomenon that was White Day.

( So of course the school was plastered with fliers. )

((For those of you wondering what the point of this was aside from Tomo using it as an excuse to scam chocolate off of people... her mun is lazy and doesn't want to have Tomo going around and constantly explaining it. That way lies madness and nonsense and me dropping threads even more than usual. No tagging required here as the mun is VERY tired from midterm - you can react to the flyer, but Tomo won't see it. The point of this will become clear on Friday.))

nicknamegirl.livejournal.com

( To Jaime, warded and charmed to shimmer in gold )

After having sent the owl off, Lola grabbed her belongings and hurried down. Michael had arranged for a time flight to come pick up everyone, but it had to be done outside the school grounds for some reason. He'd said it had to do with all the magical disturbances in the atmosphere, but Lola hadn't quite understood the mechanics around it. Presumably you had to be an archangel to really do.

She jogged out into the chilly Scotland air and instantly spotted Brice and Mel. They were standing there, as ready as they could be, though Brice seemed tenser than usual and Mel was clearly worried. Lola wished, not for the first time, that she could go on the same mission as her friends. It shouldn’t be too difficult, though? They just had to escort a reincarnated bodhisattva to his new place of education, with the monks in the northern part of India, where he’d learn everything he needed to learn to hopefully bring world peace to the 21st century...

Yeah, no problem at all. To add an extra amount of fretting to the equation, little Obi was only four years old, and Lola knew he was a particular favourite of Mel's. Brice was attached to the little guy too, as much as a very macho and obviously suave and cool teenage guy could be to a preschooler.

"You ready?" Mel asked quietly, smiling as well as she could.

Lola gave her best friend and soulmate a sweet smile back, trying to calm herself down. "Carita, we'll be back before we know it." She squeezed Mel's hand. "Older and wiser. Just don't get PODS slime on my boots."

That at least elicited a grim grin from Brice and a wan giggle from Mel. The girls hugged, and then parted, Mel's hands fiddling with her tags, Lola double-checking that she had everything. Brice was just staring into space, a muscle moving in his cheek. The prospect of Hell interference was doubly worse for him; even if he was better at sniffing out Dark agents than most angels, deserting the Powers of Darkness meant they were keener than usual to ruin their mission.

In the sticky, uncomfortable silence, Lola felt a shimmer go through her body, like she was rising into the air. Michael. Being in the presence of an archangel never gets old. He materialised in front of the three, and smiled, crumpled suit and tired eyes not having a single affect on his peaceful vibe. The air suddenly felt easier to breathe, and it smelled of lilacs. Heaven.

"Ah, yes," said Michael. "Good that you are all here... Is everyone ready?"

Current Mood: nervous
Current Location: Outside Hogwarts grounds

hellminxmel.livejournal.com

Maia has had fun, alright, with her purely demonic skills, but it seems to her now that she ought to be focusing on magic. So maybe she could break into a room using purely her wits and her ability to make scorpions out of thin air, but that was a one-trick pony. Mel won't fall for that again. Why, thinks Maia, perusing a book on wards, can't Mel be like some Too Stupid To Live heroine in some crappy Mills and Boon book? Minus the astonishing luck those vapid bimbos seem to accumulate, Maia would have Brice over to her side and Mel out of the way by the end of the hour.

No. Now is the time to get brilliant at magic, especially ward-breaking, so when you get in again you can stand a better chance than you did last time. Sadly, all of these books seem to be useless. Maia has tossed several over to the other side of the table, and this newest one seems to be written by someone who taught idiots at South Luffentam Polytechnic. With a snarl, Maia shuts the book with force and hurls it down to the table with a noise that would make someone with Ear Defenders shudder.

She leans back, wishing she smoked, and also wishing good was always so dumb as it is presented in Spaceballs.