[identity profile] ancient-adam.livejournal.com
ExpandLee )

ExpandBrienne )

ExpandIgor )

ExpandDean Winchester )

ExpandFor Kurama )


ExpandEleventh Doctor )

((There are probably more I'm missing, but I can't quite figure out the right/clever gift or it's being done in an already ongoing thread))
[identity profile] ancient-adam.livejournal.com

“And you’re sure that it’s the right size?”

Garak shot him an irritated look. “Of course it is. I’m not exactly an amateur at this sort of thing. And come to think of it, neither are you,” he said pointedly. Before Methos could get in a snarky reply, the Cardassian produced a small heavy box. “It’s done. It wasn’t easy, or cheap. Matters of fashion or more covert pursuits are more to my liking these days.”

A small drawstring bag full of coins thunked on the table between them, “That should more than cover your time, expense and noted sacrifice.”
He opened the box and admired the wrought silver framing the ruby.  "Lovely."

ExpandOwl to Brienne )



[identity profile] psycho-vertue.livejournal.com
((With permission from Valentine-mun, seeing as we are the exact same person. Diana is in her canon one of the most powerful espers to ever have lived, though her powers will be Hogwarts-dampened. Telepathy, telekinetic manipulation and suchlike will be only by mun approval. She's usually described as putting off a very tangible aura of presence and power, but feel free to not notice it--hey, maybe not everyone can feel auras!))

"All right, where the hell am I?"

The voice was recognizably a woman's, if incredibly harsh and grating, as though the speaker had a throat injury. Diana Vertue stood in the Sorting Room, short and blonde with her hands on her hips, scowling ferociously all around her. This very definitely wasn't where she had been just a few moments ago. The last time she'd seen stone walls like this was the Deathstalker Standing, except this place seemed decidedly less wrecked than the Standing had been when it had crashed. She stretched out her esp, trying to get a sense of her new surroundings, and briefly sensed minds. Lots of them. Some baseline human, some varying degrees of weird, and one that was very familiar. She'd deal with that later.

Diana wandered over to the table and frowned thoughtfully at it. The parchment came zooming to her hand with some slight resistance, and her frown deepened. She was an uber esper, one of the few normal espers who had survived the touch of the Mater Mundi and lived to tell about it. But her normally tremendous powers felt... dampened. Like she was trying to access them through a wet blanket. She didn't like it one bit.

She focused on the parchment instead, reading off her answers, and noticing with some amusement that a feather quill pen floated up to write them down of its own accord.

ExpandOnce upon a time, she was just an esper named Diana Vertue, but things had become rather complicated since then. )

"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. DV jp
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. DV jp
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. DV jp
One day, marmalade will rule the world. DV jp"
[identity profile] bloodlettersson.livejournal.com
(ooc: V is taken from about halfway through Lover Unbound, just before he meets Jane. I don't think he'd survive long parted from Jane, so i'd rather not part them - again. :D)

V wasn’t as surprised as most people would be when they open their bedroom door and suddenly they aren’t in what should have been their bedroom. An expression of recognition passed over his face, quickly hidden as he turned to look over his shoulder. The door was closed, sealed tight, from the looks of it.

He turned back to the moderately empty room and rubbed the knuckles of his ungloved hand against his left temple, over the tattoo that creeped from his hairline to the corner of his eye. “Sorry cop, ZeroSum will have to wait for a while,” he muttered, then went to investigate his cage.

V was a big guy. He looked like a weightlifter, only his muscles weren’t the gym-made kind, nor was his height. V was a modern day warrior, and his attire backed it up. Dressed in black, with a trenchcoat covering most of his weapons but for the two black bladed daggers on his chest, he moved like a lurking panther. If one thought his gait was distinctly inhuman, they would be right.

He also looked like one guy you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley, and you’d be right for assuming so. Tattoos on his left hand and temple were warnings, (and other, hidden places) in the Old Language. He hated the fucking things, but they declared him as unsafe. It wasn’t common knowledge, but they’d been done without his consent. They’d caused him far too much shit in his life than was fair.

With one massive tattooed hand, he pulled the parchment of the application a little closer to himself, and his ice-blue eyes skimmed the questions briefly, before flicking back to the top of the parchment.

“A little more detail from my visions would have been nice, mother dearest,” he said, to himself, to his damned mother. At least he had something to think about before he went off to be his goddess mother’s walking sperm bank. Selfish bitch, he had no interest in being the Primale.

He answered the questions.

ExpandWhat's doin'? )
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __V__
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __V__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____V____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __V__
[identity profile] gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com
A large man, weighing a full seventh of a ton, bustled through the door, carrying a branch of a Phalaenopsis hybrid in a bud vase. He frowned as he realized that he was not in the room that he expected to be in. He turned, the door no longer behind him. He frowned, the corners of his mouth turning down slightly. His assistant, the man he was looking for, would classify the expression as a frenzy of expression. He turned again, facing in the room. "Confound it," he snarled. "Archie. Archie! Enough of this flumery. Confound it." He glared around the room impartially. His desk, his chair, the book he was reading. None of them were in this room, the room that should have been his office. "Fritz!" he bellowed.

"Confound it," he pronounced again, looking around the room. He found a chair that looked as though it would support his mass near a table. He crossed to it, his steps heavier now as he crossed the room. He set the vase on the table and pulled down his gray suit jacket. He ran his hands down the matching vest and adjusted his yellow and red abstractly patterned tie, resetting the yellow collar of his shirt before he sat himself, obviously uncomfortably, in the chair.

He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair, looking around. He glanced at the table he'd set the orchid branch on and noticed the stack of papers. He drew them over, read over them quickly and tossed them back onto the table. "Buffoonery. I will not be subject to this nonsense. Archie!" He waited a beat or two and then called, "Fritz!" With a disgruntled sigh, he looked around the room again. There was nothing else to occupy him and idleness did not sit well with him, despite his chronic laziness. He picked up the papers again.

ExpandTommy rot. )

"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____NW_______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____NW_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____NW______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______NW_______"
[identity profile] nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com
((Backdated to sometime during the holidays. I'd have put this up sooner except, well, I've been busy.))
Given how well it had worked last year, Amaranth decided that spreading holiday saliva was a tradition that should continue for as long as possible.

Thus it was that, with the assistance of house elves, she made sure mistletoe was hanging above every frequently (and not so frequently) used door in the school. The mistletoe would be charmed to remain levitated over the school for a few days, which was certainly long enough, in Amaranth's view, for gratuitous snogging to commence.

Satisfied with her work, the nymph bounced gaily down the halls, eager to assist anyone should they find themselves in need of a makeout partner.
[identity profile] 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.]]
[identity profile] hopalongmcgurk.livejournal.com
((Backdated to yesterday.))

Even though for the past few years, I haven't really had anyone to celebrate the holidays with, on Thanksgiving Day I realize I kind of miss the old ritual. Eat lots of food until you're stuffed, watch a football game, go to Black Friday sales the next day.

Only one of these things is likely to happen at Hogwarts. I find some house elves and threaten, cajole and beg them for help. In the end, they agree to provide a typical Thanksgiving meal for the whole school.

The spread is impressive. Several turkeys have been cooked to perfection. There's also ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, stuffing, hot rolls, cranberry sauce, pumpkin and pecan pies, a rellish tray, and something I did not order. One section of the large spread consists of jello salads. There's one that's green with crushed pineapples in it. There's one with grated carrots and cellery. There's an inocuous-looking one with marshmallows, and finally, there's a Waldorf salad, which doesn't contain jello but looks kind of suspect to me.

I hear the house elves tittering to each other as they finish setting things up, and I consider interrogating them about which of the food they've doctored, because I know they have. Then I shrug it off, figuring it wouldn't be a Hogwarts party unless there was enchanted food involved.

The doors to the Great Hall are now standing open, and I wait to see if anyone shows up.

((This post was inspired by my grandmother and her Midwestern propensity to make bizarre jello concoctions for every holiday, which is why this year she was in charge of decorations. Of course, the jello salads are enchanted, and, as with all chocolate plots, the manner of enchantment is up to each mun. Go to town and happy holidays!))
[identity profile] weaponized-love.livejournal.com
ExpandOwl to all Pilots and Anchors )

((OOC: The objectives for each pilot are therefore:
- Form ANIMa
-- Set wards (Failure will harm a random Non-pilot character with a Relationship to that Pilot. This means something in Bliss Stage terms, but screw that; it's just an excuse for the mods and muns to be Cruel.)
--- Destroy Bliss Generators Flower... music... things. (Muns, at your option, if someone fails, have someone close to them Bliss Out... temporarily, for teh dramaz.)
---- Scan sun (only one pilot needs to succeed at this.)
----- ?????
------ PROFIT!


PILOTS! ANCHORS! TO YOUR STATIONS! Last chance to join the Corps!

And o rite, others can't participate in the mission, but, you know, feel free to comment on how lulzy it is.))
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
TO BRIENNE OF TARTH:

GREETINGS, WARRIOR MAIDEN. YOUR FELLOW PREFECT, I WHO AM BEOWULF, SALUTE YOU. HARD TIMES HAVE FALLEN UPON THIS SCHOOL. 'TIS PREY TO A FELL MONSTER.

GRYFFINDORS ARE CALLED TO ACTION! WE MUST MOBILIZE OUR FORCES, SUCH AS THEY ARE. I AM GOADED IN MY DUTY, YEA, THOUGH I FEAR FOR MY BELOVED PYARAY, MY BELOVED TAKO, AND MY BELOVED SACK JOE. SACK JOE MOST OF ALL, FOR HE IS TENDER OF SKIN AND FEARFUL OF HEART.

THIS BOY KEENAN CAINE INVOKES US IN OUR PREFECTLY MIGHT. COME TO MEET ME IN THE PLACE OF EXERCISE EQUIPMENT AND OCCASIONAL CRUMPETS.

BEOWULF


To random Gryffindors, whomever the house elves can find:

YOUR PREFECTS SUMMON YOU TO BATTLE AGAINST THE BABY SUN! MEET IN THE COMMON ROOM! I AM BEOWULF!

He just had to add the tagline in there.

Later, he directed a house elf to make an addition:

There will be Kool-Aid. Orange flavor, red flavor, green flavor. It's here to kill your monster.
[identity profile] weaponized-love.livejournal.com
So Keenan is going to do his level best to take out the Baby Sun tomorrow, and he's going to do it with a hastily slapped together ANIMa Corps of Hogwarts.

Going to bullshit this as a mission under Bliss Stage rules, ifn' no one minds.

Keenan is Pilot 00, anchored by Primavera; Rat is Pilot 01, anchored by Sage; Brienne, 02; Coraline (anchored by Beowulf), 03.
The slots will fill. 2 slots left, guise, for 04 and 05.
Why yes, this game was based on Evangelion, how could you tell?

ExpandBliss Stage: Abridged Stage rules )

After Operation Archer, i'll get to Interlude bits, and how one levels up to Intimacy 5. :D

Just for an example, heeeeere's Keenan!

ExpandAllow me to eluci... errrr, Stat Blocks, yeah! )

NOTE: Also note that we don't all have to be online at the same time so long as there's a definite order - each Pilot will be on one of the five Objectives; once all are complete; Keenan will go "wait whut sun went poof wai?"
[identity profile] maid-brienne.livejournal.com
ExpandOwl to Methos )

Sadly for Methos, Brienne would not be induced to wear her lovely new prefect hat.
[identity profile] adm-zex.livejournal.com
Although Zex had set up another date out of curiosity, he hadn't forgotten Amaranth. After all, she was his first human lover ever! It was just a pity she didn't wear clothes- did she wear jewlry? What did she eat? He needed to know so he could proclaim his love.

Buyer Needed.
I need to buy someone a present, but I cannot go to Hogsmead myself. Can someone buy it for me? I also need to figure out what kind of present to get.
If you're interested, let's arrange to meet in person. I always like meeting new people, too! Hee!
-Admiral Zex"


Edit: I have a solution to my problem- thanks to all of you who helped.
[identity profile] mirror-noldor.livejournal.com

Whatever forces or magic moved the mysterious popcorn room seemed to be quite active lately. There was another shifting among the kernels and another resounding *bang* as a former student of Hogwarts appeared in a hail of butter and salt. A statuesque woman of etherial beauty stood in the middle of the hallway. Galadriel, the Lady of Lorien had returned. 

She had marched with the Noldor in their flight from the Valinor. She was no stranger to combat, cold or other hardships that had been visited upon the her kin in their travels across Middle Earth. However, she was quite confused to find herself standing in the middle of a castle hallway, her pale silver gown and long silver blonde hair streaked with some strange oily substance. Experimentally, she raised her hand, tasting a bit of the greasy substance on her finger. It was butter. Why did she have butter all over her?

 Galadriel cast a glance about the corridor, she could detect no immediate threat and Nenya lay cool against her hand. Still dizzy from the process of unpopping and millenia of memories rushing back, Galadriel found the nearest chair and eased herself into it. In a true testament to her kin, she managed to look regal, despite her rather greasy appearance.

 


[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
Starter Debate Questions:

1) How will you make your House a better place?
2) Are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced?
3) Teamwork is important. How do you get along with the members of your House?
4) If you were to get your ass kicked, who would you want to do it and why?
5) Who is your hero and why?
6) Where my lasers at?


Rules for the Debate:

A. Any persons currently nominated for Prefect may choose to answer or not answer any questions asked.

B. Any Hogwarts student or staff member, including those running for Prefect, may pose additional questions to any or all nominees. If you would like to ask nominees questions, please ask them now ((OOCly: post them in a comment or comments to this post. Be sure to indicate in your subject line that your comment contains questions, and if they are directed to specific candidates, please indicate that, as well.)) Keep in mind that nominees are not required to answer any questions. Voters may choose to take failure to answer any way they would like.

C. Question answering begins immediately, and lasts until the time the Polls go up, which will be approximately 8:00 p.m. Monday, August 24, 2009. ((OOCly that's 8 pm Eastern Daylight Time. ICly it wouldn't make any sense to specify a time zone since they're all at Hogwarts XD ))
[identity profile] sir-knits-a-lot.livejournal.com
The problem with indulging in a hobby that has tangible results is that, after a time, those results accumulate and must be distributed or disposed of or the room one is staying in becomes crowded, to say the least. Gwendal was slightly reluctant though. Things that he made were seldom properly appreciated. Even those closest to him couldn't tell the difference between a cat and a bear. This could be devastating to one's pride. But, his room was becoming impossible to navigate at all.

So, with a mixture of dread and reluctance that he knew had more to do with his ego than anything else, he requested the assistance of the house elves to set up tables in the entry hall to display the accumulated hoard of knit toys. He ground his teeth, struggling not to say anything as they all misidentified everything he made. It was absolutely the last straw when one of them, in what he had to believe was a fit of helpfulness, produced a sign that said "Free to a good home".

He sighed, struggling not to frown as he took a seat off to the side. He wasn't sure he could handle talking to anyone, but he didn't want to leave his work unattended.

At least the sign was spelled correctly.

((OOC: Feel free to bug the grouch or just RP out other things. If your pup asks him about a particular thing, he will correct you. This is a canon thing and nothing personal. Have fun ;) ))
[identity profile] ancient-adam.livejournal.com

Methos stood and stretched his aching back. He had been hard at work since he left his chat with Olympia. After his dinner with Brienne, he had been contemplating a suitable gift to send to her and thanks to Oly, he had the perfect idea. He would send her something pratical, but beautiful. Sticking his head out the door, he called for a house elf.

“Take this to Brienne of Tarth over in Gryffindor, please.” He handed a simple wooden box to the elf that immediately scampered down the corridor. The immortal stretched a crick in his neck and turned back to his room. He had been hard at work for hours and he should probably do something about the mess.. 

ExpandShiny things )
[identity profile] hopalongmcgurk.livejournal.com
ExpandLike the ghost of someone dear She comes to haunt me in my sleep/ Still unable to sincerely give her heart away for keeps )

Expandowl to Methos, warded to turn into a nude picture of the sender for anyone else )

I don't bother with a signature. I figure it's more dramatic that way, and I'm nothing if not still a showman at heart.

I arrive early so I can be there when (or if) he arrives. I take a desk in the corner and wait, pretending to read. My wizard's robe--shrunken to accommodate my size--is black, as is my wig. It's great clothing for skulking, and if there's one thing I'm good at, it's skulking.
[identity profile] runaway-stark.livejournal.com
She was safe, she was warm, and the whole situation was very much like being asleep. And then with an abrupt pop!, Arya Stark was salty and buttery and very much wide awake.

She was disoriented for several seconds, trying to mesh two distinct memories of where she had just been. The first set was of Braavos, and the House of Black and White, and going to sleep after drinking a cup of bitter milk. The other was of this place, this castle... Hogwarts, she thought, and faces flashed in her mind, at once familiar and alien. Memories of most of her family here, though they were more impressions than images. And memories of some time before, coming back into the school to check in with her temporary guardian Kal, only to find his name on the plaque. It had been the last in a chain of... something... and she had stopped fighting and gone to sleep.

"Welcome back," said a man's voice from somewhere above her. She wiped greasy butter out of her eyes and looked up, seeing a large, burly man in a garishly-colored button-up shirt left open over a white undershirt, a pair of short trousers cut right around the knee, and a pair of worn-looking leather sandals in a style that she'd never seen, not even in Braavos where travelers from all over came. "Nice little pigsticker you've got there, eh, girl?"

Arya looked around her and found a sword--her sword, Needle--next to her and covered in as much butter as she was. She grabbed for it and started to try and wipe it off on the leg of her own cut-off trousers, but it did absolutely no good. The man chuckled. "Here," he said, reaching into a bag that he carried slung over one shoulder and pulling out another brightly-colored shirt. "Good girl," he said approvingly. "You've a good sense of priorities. You know how to properly care for a sword."

"Of course I do," she said irritably, more at the situation than at the man. The shirt was getting soaked with grease, but Needle looked slightly better than before. "I'm going to be a water dancer."

"Is that so?" the man said with the genial blandness of someone who didn't know what she was talking about. "Good for you, then. Name's Titus Pullo."

Arya looked at him warily, considered that she was holding a sword and he wasn't, and remembered vaguely that she was safe at Hogwarts. "Arya Stark."

((Both Arya and Pullo are available in here. Come on in and say hi!))

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