[identity profile] terminator1000.livejournal.com
((Already cleared this with the other Terminator canon player.

Check out my journal for info that may be relevant to how characters perceive the T-1000, e.g. T-1000s don't produce body heat, and presumably don't/can't simulate a human scent, which could explain why dogs can pick them out. I'm also fine with characters recognising him in a nudging-the-fourth-wall way (such as if the Terminator movies exist as fiction in their canon), but please don't break it.))


A highly reflective, metallic liquid had been dripping from the ceiling of the Sorting Room for several minutes. As it pooled, it slowly began to rise, its contours filling out into a humanoid shape. Its surface rippled and formed synthetic skin, pale eyes, short cropped hair. Soon it looked perfectly human.

Whip-thin and muscular, not to mention rather naked, it had the appearance of a man. The "man" methodically surveyed his surroundings, then stepped toward the sole object in the room -- a desk. He encountered some difficulty there, as his feet returned to a liquid metal state and took on the appearance of the stone floor against his will. A scan of his systems indicated acute internal damage in several sectors, possibly caused by whatever had brought him to this place, since he knew he hadn't arrived through the usual time travelling method. There was also an unusual field of energy that he could sense, and it was interfering with his functions -- he could not even recall where he'd been transported from, nor what his prime directive was.

Once his feet were cooperating again, he finished his trek to the desk and looked it over. Parchment was strewn across it, there was a bottle of ink, and a quill hovered expectantly. With a final glance at his surroundings, he leant down to examine the quill. Almost as an afterthought, a nondescript police uniform bled out from his skin to "clothe" him. He did remember that nudity tended to startle people, and it seemed best to avoid that while figuring out what was going on.

An unusual interrogation. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. T-1000
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. T-1000
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. T-1000
One day, marmalade machines will rule the world. T-1000
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items.

(Beowulf hadn't been much help at all; he was busy worrying about missing Yule Goat gifts, and haranguing house-elves to bring him replacements so no one would go ungifted. Many copies of the Tarvunty would be given out, from the sound of it.)

The enchanted ceiling of the hall offered an unobstructed view of the evening sky: clouds painted in brilliant shades of coral and lavender, fading to pale gold toward the horizon.

Luxurious black satin tablecloths covered the rows of tables, and places were set with exquisite crystal goblets and sterling silver cutlery. Elegant candelabras were scattered across the tables, and a much greater multitude of candles had been enchanted to hang in the air like fireflies -- and not drip wax -- at such a height that only Smaug might be in peril of bumping into any. Deep crimson draperies adorned the tall windows, tied back with black cords.

Several enormous fountains featuring somewhat morbid sculptures had been placed around the hall, quietly flowing with red wine, and there was also an assortment of tall fir trees, festively decorated for the Yule holiday.

A, Skwisgaar, and Beowulf all had places of honour at the head of separate tables: the Hufflepuff prefects' chairs were draped with graceful lengths of black and gold velvet, and the Gryffindor prefect's with red and gold velvet, to set them apart from the rest.

One row of tables had been designated exclusively for food and drink, and they were differentiated by their crimson tablecloths. Per Skwisgaar's request, Berwald Oxenstierna had been hard at work all day preparing a proper Swedish smörgåsbord: there was gravlax, kroppkakor, Swedish meatballs (of course), pickled herring, a variety of tasty items for open faced sandwiches, ostkaka, waffles with a selection of toppings (jam, whipped cream, ice cream), chokladboll, and kladdkaka. A had been equally busy, preparing a roast lamb, brussels sprouts, panettone, and, also by Skwisgaar's request, homemade lingonberry jam. In addition, a small area was set up with stacks of fresh baked butter cookies, along with bowls of icing and various toppings to decorate them with, should any guests wish to.

The presence of Valentine Wolfe, who had arrived with Vladimir Harkonnen to deliver the booze ahead of time, assured that several of these items would undoubtedly be drugged, unbeknownst to any of the prefect hosts.

Outdoors, on the lawn, wood was piled high for Beowulf's festive bonfire. He had tried to transfigure it all into one gigantic Yule log, with little success; here and there, the lengths of lumber appeared to have melted into one another and recongealed into their proper consistency, but it was still just a pile of firewood for the most part. Overenthusiastic house elves had added bits of furniture to the firewood. A safe distance from the firepit, a sleigh sat mired in mud; it was filled with nothing but heaps of fur robes. When dinner was over, Beowulf would blow his golden horn and lead the revelers out to light the fire.

But first: food! and the exchanging of presents!


(( OOC note: Any item may be safe or may have been spiked by Valentine, at your wish. If spiked, the nature of the character's altered state is entirely up to the player. Since we already have a chocolate plot running thanks to the enchanted water, Valentine's spiked goodies may alter or nullify the effects that the enchanted water may have induced. as the player sees fit. Or it may leave those effects in place and simply add another simultaneous effect. The more, the merrier.

One more thing: If your characters become inclined toward NSFW action, please split it into a separate post rather than RPing the NSFWness in the party post. Ditto for anything triggery -- anything that you'd normally put a warning on. Putting it in a separate post as a closed RP means you can put the appropriate warning right on the label, with a nice LJ-cut for everyone's protection. ))
[identity profile] oh-artoo.livejournal.com
A (mostly) gold droid waddled into the sorting room and stopped in shock. This was most unfortunate, as a short and squat droid was right behind him and ran into his knees. "Artoo! Pay attention!" the tall droid snapped. R2-D2 whistled something at him that sounded both indignant and rude.

"No, I don't know where we are! This must be some mistake." Artoo whistled again. "No, I don't believe that stone is an appropriate building material for a Mon Calamari cruiser. Do I look like a starship engineer? We'll just have to ask somebody in charge. Come along, Artoo."

Threepio walked over to the table and picked up the application. "Look, Artoo, at least they left instructions."

'Artoo and I would be pleased to elucidate!' '...It means explain, Artoo.' 'Well, don't blame me for your malfunctioning dictionary!' )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _C-3P0 and R2-D2___________
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _C-3P0 and R2-D2__________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _I'm afraid neither Artoo nor I are wearing knickers, but in the event that we would be we promise not to bunch them__________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __Which world would that be?___________"

((C-3P0 and R2-D2 are taking two character slots.))


((Sorry for the delay; I had family come in unannounced from out of state. I've spent the last few days trying to convince my Trekkie cousin that Star Wars is cooler. No luck :())

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