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soldierfair.livejournal.com

The saying usually goes, "Life's a bitch, and then you die."

Upon reflection, even counting the really good parts (Aerith, Cloud, even Sephiroth and Angeal before the former went crazy and the latter turned into a... better not to think about that) I've gotta agree. Life really is one hell of a bitch.

I think I did good, though. There were a lot of bad things, a few great things, but all in all, I can die knowing I finished with a job well done. So now it's time to lay back, relax, and return to the lifestream.

Funny how the lifestream feels a lot like a cold stone floor.

...Okay, I'm not imagining it. Something isn't right. I'm pretty sure the lifestream does not equal lying supine on cobbles.

And that I shouldn't be able to just open my eyes like I've done every day, but I am and it's weird and something just is not right.

I sit up. Like, normal sitting up. This can't seriously be the afterlife. Nothing I've ever read or heard said anything about the lifestream being a room in what looked like a really old part of Nibelheim.

Looking around, I can't find anything familiar, and the only thing worth notice is the little table with the paper, and a fancy pen that someone must've cast Float on.

( Tests in the afterlife? Aw maaan... )
"I have read the

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

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

hungry-noteyes.livejournal.com

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
I don't actually care for cheese.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrot Top?
Carrot Top. He's an actual human, and therefore ought to know better. (Plus I like his eyes.)

3. What time is it where you are?
Nightmare Time

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? (If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.)
Who are these people, and why would I be interested in them?

5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark. 'Blind Man's Pub'
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. (Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.) Again, who?
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I'm constantly disposing of it. Your idiot boss keeps giving you more. (Duh.)
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless. I'm a knife expert and I am very hard to hurt.

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe.
Your worst enemy's eyes. On a platter.

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

Current Mood: amused

everythinguever.livejournal.com

((How do we not have a Dr. Horrible yet? I've looked a dozen times, and I'm still convinced I'm just missing his name somehow.))

He was the youngest member of the illustrious Evil League of Evil. He was possibly the most feared supervillain in the world, next to Bad Horse, or course. (At least until the novelty wore off.) He was a great mad scientist. He was an evil genuis. He was...standing in a room he had never seen before and was reasonably sure was not part of the ELE Headquarters.

And there was some kind of application. Perhaps this was some newbie test they gave. Or a weird sort of hazing. Did the ELE go for hazing? That couldn't be; they were far too enlighted for such silly things.

Besides. The quill was floating. That was classy.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com

((Backdated to after the Christmas party.))

Thanks to a conversation with Lezard Valeth, Amaranth now knew about mistletoe and what it was used for.

Armed with this knowledge and the desire to spread as much holiday cheer (not to mention saliva) as possible, Amaranth found the opportunity to go throughout the castle, hanging mistletoe over convenient doors.

The sprigs would only stay levitated for a few days, and she sincerely hoped her fellow students would not waste the opportunity given to them for gratuitous makeouts.

Current Mood: cheerful

dead-puck.livejournal.com

There is piece of parchment hung up in several locations around Hogwarts castle, saying the following:

Attention Hogwarts Students and Staff

(Especially the Budding Poets, Artists, Actors, Philosophers and Bleeding Hearts),

Come be a part of the first official meeting of the Hogwarts' chapter of the reinstated Dead Poets Society. Meet at midnight at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, TONIGHT. Bring a favorite poem or inspirational quote, or even bring some work of your own to share with the rest of the club. EVERYBODY MUST READ. (Unless you're really painfully shy.)

Come, let poetry drip from your tongues like honey. Spirits will soar, women will swoon, and gods will be created!

Neil was very pleased that he'd finally taken this step. He'd missed the old Dead Poets Society, but was looking forward to the new potential Hogwarts would bring. Shortly before midnight, he took out his flashlight, snuck out of the Gryffindor dormitory and went down to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He spread out a blanket, sat down, and waited.

((OOC: Open RP; anyone can feel free to join in on in-progress threads.))

francher-kid.livejournal.com

Nearly Halloween. The Francher kid should have known his life was going to change in October. But unlike that last October, that time of possibilities and pain, this one had been going so well. The Francher Kid was finally somewhere where he was loved and accepted, where his music would be appreciated.

And then, one day, he was not.

He didn't make a terribly imposing figure, being a skinny kid of about fifteen, dressed in Levi's so faded they were almost white, and a flannel shirt that had definitely seen better days.

The old wariness came back to him more easily than he'd have wanted it to, and he looked around nervously at the room in which he found himself. Spotting a paper and a quill on a table, he walked over and read the questions. He couldn't help but grin a little as the quill rose off the table and, of its own accord, scribbled in his responses.

As he wrote, faint trills of music could be heard, seemingly from the air itself, reflecting the young man's mood.

( The words are the words of English, but the sense is the sense of confusion! )

I have read the

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

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

((This app egged on by Near-mun and Severus-mun. If they told me to jump off a cliff, I would probably give the idea due consideration. :D Also, while, canonically, it is revealed that Francher's first name is Clement, the suggestion is that he doesn't think of himself as anything but Francher, so that's how I'm choosing to refer to him. Furthermore, while Francher does not have strong telepathic abilities, he will probably pick up on people's surface thoughts and react to them. He won't know any deep, dark secrets, but he'll probably pick up on general moods and the like.))

Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Music: Martin Sexton - The Way I Am

methleigh.livejournal.com

The following note appears on the door, along with a list. It is in angry green ink and there are places, noticeably George's name and Mystina's, where the quill has actually split the paper:

Sexual Education Class

Students below have seats prepared for them. Lezard Valeth is excused as he wishes due to Clear Forgery on the sign-up sheet. Professors and TAs may naturally attend as they wish. Chairs will be set for them at the left side of the class.
Seats are arranged as follows: Gryffindors on the far left by the professor's chairs. Slytherin centre left, Bitchiwitch in the centre, Hufflepuff centre right and Ravenclaw on the far right.
( Class List, alphabetically within Houses )

Prof. S. Snape.
((ooc Severus does not actually know anyone, so if you have not met him feel free to sit as you wish if that is something you would do. He will, however, count, being both nervous and suspicious.))

The classroom has been decorated with a series of highly graphical diagrams of internal and external sexual organs. Severus has also installed diagrams in exploded view of the nerves of the head, neck and of the hands and a large more than life-size one of major blood vessels. He is proud of these. There is a great deal of red ink overlaying the green and black and the model's skull grins eerily. The original notice was nothing compared to the sheer size and hideous detail of his actual diagrams. They are imposing.

Frowning furiously, Severus waits for the students to enter, his wand ready for minor hexes. Simply from the sign-up list he expects disorder. He will deal with it harshly and immediately. Then there are the studious and sincere Ravenclaw like Wishbone, and his own Slytherin that he hopes to protect by Education. What a contrast. At each desk there is an assignment:

Sexual Education
Part I
Please circumnavigate the room quietly in an orderly way and sketch on your papers the following basic organs, giving a brief description of their functions. As per the Accompanying Booklet If you have any questions, I shall be available for queries as I move among you.

( questions )

Current Mood: angry

hannibal-sefton.livejournal.com

He had been laying down with his laudanum bottle, his chest aching more than usual throughout the day, and evening was the time when he was further burdened by light fever. Sometimes he dreamt. This must surely be one of those times. He sits at the desk serenely, grasping the quill to fill in the questionnaire, surprised to find it slipping elusively from his fingers to write his thoughts on the parchment. He is pleased to let it get on with its work, and notes that it writes in his own neat copperplate, despite his own lack of control in the matter.
( cut for application form )

Hannibal looks forward to the marmalade.

Current Mood: relaxed

the-year-1999.livejournal.com

((See the note in the OOC comm for an explanation!))

edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

Having been inspired, Kusuriyuri seeks out his office, posting a small sign on the door that declares it to be open.

Inside, he is relieved to find a room that suits him. To the open sign, he adds a small note "Please remove shoes." since he's noticed it is not the custom here to do so. Tatami mats cover the floor, six of them, a generously sized room. In a corner, a pile of cushions wait for visitors to use. A low table sits to one side, lacquered black with cranes in flight on the surface. On it, a tea set, though not of the ceremonial type, rests on the corner of the table.

Sitting in seiza, he waits, sorting through his medications to see which he will need to seek out replacements for.

If asked, he can provide entertainment or aids to those who need them as well as advise and/or divination or merely a cup of tea.

((OOC: yes, really, he carries entertainment and aids...he is a traveling medicine peddler, after all ;) ))

degeneratewolfe.livejournal.com

The door to the potions classroom is propped open, with a cheerily painted sign hung out front declaring that potions is today and walk-ins are welcome until the class starts, at which time a house elf will close the door. (The house elves normally wouldn't be caught dead around Valentine Wolfe for fear of dismemberment, but he has promised to be on his best behavior. He is a professional after all, and amusement can wait until after class.)

Inside the classroom, which is lit in a rather dim and atmospheric sort of way, the usual arrangement of desks and chairs has been eschewed in favor of shoving them all against the walls and leaving a large empty space in the center of the room. There is one desk left in the back of the room, with an assortment of coffee mugs and teacups sitting on it. There are also a number of garbage bags folded and set off to one corner, as well as a pile of parchment and a number of Dictaquills. At the front of the classroom, where Valentine is standing, a cauldron with a bubbling liquid sits over a small fire. It smells distinctly unpleasant, though Valentine is unaffected. He's been brewing the stuff for the past few days, after all.

Valentine smiles and greets the students and observers as they enter with variations of "Thank you for coming, please take a cup, a bag, a Dictaquill, and some parchment and sit in a circle on the floor." Once the room is full to his satisfaction, he nods to the house elf attending the door, which is closed.

( Welcome to Potions. )

((All information on ayahuasca was taken from the wikipedia article. It is completely up to the students what they will experience. Anyone who wishes to cause a disturbance, please clear it with both me and any second party you wish to involve.

Also, please note in the subject line of your comment when your character has a vision. It will make things a lot easier on me. You can feel free to assume that the Dictaquill is writing it all down, or you can decide that your character is only capable of incoherent babble. Whatever works for you!

And as an obligatory and possibly ass-saving disclaimer, as the daughter of a DPS officer and an employee of the State of Texas, the mun cannot approve of the recreational use of illegal drugs even if her pup does.))

in-doesntmatter.livejournal.com

Patrick looked at the paper in front of him before looking around the room itself. He didn't recall exactly how he ended up in the room or why, but he wouldn't show this. Maintaining his mechanical smile, Patrick carefully removed a pen from his breast pocket. Exhaling, he casually glanced around. He intended to pick up his sheets, blood stained at 400 thread count, not to be answering some sort of sociological survey that would no doubt try and classify him as something lower than he was.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

((This is Patrick Bateman. If you know him, it's to be expected, if not, WARNING. HE HAS VERY DETAILED, VIVID, VIOLENT inner-monologues which are represented in italics. He won't really kill anyone, just will think about it. A lot.))

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

ilikefishing.livejournal.com

((Note: this Cody is from the Dexter books, rather than the Dexter TV series, which I've never seen.))

A very small, solemn looking boy of around seven appears in the sorting room. He looks around and blinks once. On a table nearby is a feather and a piece of old-looking paper. It makes as much sense as anything; the room he's in looks very old, and Cody knows from cartoons and films that feathers used to get used as pens, back in olden days - he and Astor had even taken some from birds themselves, before. So he must need to use the feather-pen and answer the questions, like with homework.

( Told you I was ready. )

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.))

queenbeewaldorf.livejournal.com

((For the record, Blair's canon is going to be from the television series version of Gossip Girl, not the books.))

What kind of school hired ugly little midgets for their bellboys?

Honestly, Blair couldn't stop looking back at the things with some kind of curious disgust. They had these giant ears and huge noses and what were they wearing? Knapsacks? At least the Waldorf mansion had housekeepers paid enough to be able to afford their own clothing. Dorota was nice, actually. Not a midget. Normal-sized ears. Laid out her clothes and everything. And did something weird with cleaners that had her room smelling like vanilla rather than Lysol - what was not to love?

So, another country. Scotland, to be precise. Land of constitutional monarchy, St. Andrew's cross, and Irvine Welsh. Another boarding school. This place was no Constance Billard, that was for sure. At least it was all that closer to her father's chateau in France, him and his boyfriend Giles. She had to wonder how Ping and Pong were doing. She hadn't seen him in so long.

The school, though, that's where it had gotten interesting. Magic? A certain Eleanor Waldorf had not been happy to hear about this little number, taking off for a new boarding school. Prestigious, still, and something to help boost that interview to get into Yale, she was sure.

( Plus? It looked like they were pretty damn lax on the uniform policy. Score. )

"I have read the

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

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by ~~each and every one~~ ~~most~~some? of them. BCW
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. More like satin culottes. I don't do granny panties, thanks! BCW
One day, ~~marmalade~~I will probably rule the world. BCW

Current Music: Fergie - Glamorous

ayameonaplane.livejournal.com

Ayame didn’t seem particularly disturbed by suddenly being in the sorting room. In fact, he filled out the application with remarkable gusto.

( What’s this? An application? Wonderful! )

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

((OOC: Just realized I should add this, for those not familiar with his canon - when Ayame is hugged by a female, sick, or subjected to extreme heat or cold, he transforms into a snake. So if your pup's a girl who might be tempted to hug a random, bubbly guy, please, pleasecheck with me before she hugs him - in canon, one arm on either side of the body and torsos touching does it, even if it's not what would technically be called a hug. I'll probably say yes, but I'd still like to be asked.))

caprica-6.livejournal.com

A tall, statuesque woman, so blonde her hair looked to be nearly white and dressed in elegant looking black pants and an equally flattering black halter top, appeared in the Sorting Room. She didn't look confused or disoriented, and she moved with grace and purpose to the table holding the application. She picked up the application and skimmed over it, pausing every now and then to raise an eyebrow or smile faintly. With an amused glance at the quill pen, she began to write her answers.

( Genocide, murder, vengeance... They're all sins in the eyes of God. That's what you and I know. That's what they don't want to hear. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. C6
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. C6
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. C6
One day, marmalade will rule the world. C6"

((Caprica Six's head!Gaius is not perceivable to anyone else. Not even other versions of her have shown any awareness that he is there. So while it's obvious that occasionally she's talking to or listening to someone who's not there, it's basically as if she's talking to a made-up invisible friend--no other presence would be dectected. As far as I know, anyway. Additionally, Head!Gaius occasionally knows things that he should have no way of knowing about people they've never met, and tells Caprica little hints to move in the direction he/she/they want to take. He doesn't do it often and I will, of course, ask the mun before having him butt into a conversation like that.))

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: "Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To the Rhythm of the War Drums,)" A Perfect Circle

self-actuated.livejournal.com

As if by magic, a tiny car (more like a golf cart that was trying too hard and didn't have a steering wheel), appeared in the Sorting Room.

S.A.R.A.H. had been having a very good day. She had gotten downloaded into a new car, and ~~Jack~~ Sheriff Carter had practically promised they could go to the beach sometime later. That was exciting, because S.A.R.A.H had never been to the beach. She'd never been out of her bunker!

Since she'd also never been to a large stone room either, she motored around a little, checking things out. The applications on their table caused a brief moment of confusion, but after a moment, she rolled the car into the table just hard enough to cause an application to flutter down onto her hood. At that point, another problem presented itself.

"I have no hands and feathers are not subject to magnetic manipulation." (Listeners might be able to hear that 'her' voice is pretty clearly that of a young man sounding as much like a woman as possible.) Clearly, the car had some downsides. SARAH brightened a little (literally - her internal readouts and headlights brightened) when she saw the Dictaquill waiting to write for her.

( That's interesting! Also, considerate! )

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

spiderthatwaits.livejournal.com

((Spoilers for the first book of the Lady Penitent trilogy, and some mild ones for War of the Spider Queen))

( Abyss take me? It already has… but where? )

He glanced around once more and waited. He was well used to that.

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Application for Zack Fair (Final Fantasy VII Compilation)

Corinthian (The Sandman)

Application for Dr. Horrible from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

Open RP - Under the Mistletoe

((Open RP)) Dead Poets Society Meeting

Application for the Francher Kid - Zenna Henderson's The People stories

Sexual Education Class, with Professor Snape

Application for Hannibal Sefton, from Barbara Hambly's Benjamin January Series

Application for Eugene Fitzpatrick: Until the End of the World

Open RP: Office Hours Divination

Potions Class

Patrick Bateman, American Psycho

Application: Liandra ("Lee"), Fallen Angel comics

Application for Cody Bennett, the Dexter series

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

Application: Blair Waldorf, from "Gossip Girl"

Application: Ayame Sohma, Fruits Basket

Application for Caprica Six, Battlestar Galactica (2003 reimagining)

S.A.R.A.H. (from Eureka)

Application for Selvetarm, Forgotten Realms