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junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com

PoKer niGHt at RavENclaw BaR!
TwICe a mOnTH

The fliers weren't the most expertly drawn, or lettered for that matter. But that's what Bobby got for hiring out some of the house elves to do the work. Things had gotten quiet at Hogwarts, even too quiet for the hunters to stand without getting too restless.

Back home, Bobby had hosted a poker game for any and all hunters within the state at least two or three times a month. Now that Dean was back and getting settled in, he felt like it was time to start that tradition up again.

So he sent out the house elves with fliers directing any interested parties towards Ravenclaw bar. It had been properly stocked with enough beer and liquor, as well as food. There were tables set up with poker chips and cards, enough for more than a few to start up their own games.

onefootinhades.livejournal.com

Dean didn't even remember passing out, or falling asleep. In fact, there was a lot he didn't remember. Why he was in a room surrounded by popcorn and covered in butter might have been at the top of the list, but there was a rather large blank spot in his memory that was worrying him.

Grunting in disapproval and brushing a few stray pieces of popcorn off of his lap and started to get to his feet. Unfortunately Dean hadn't anticipated just how slippery all that butter had made everything and soon found himself back on the floor. After several unsuccessful attempt to stand Dean started to get a little frustrated.

"Oh come on! Seriously?"

hunter-returns.livejournal.com

Sam hadn't seen his brother in days. The room they shared had been left largely untouched. All of his things were still there. Dean's jacket, his favorite gun, all of it had been left behind. Dean never went anywhere without them.

Which is why he was currently sitting in the popcorn room, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. He was leaning against one of the glass cases, his eyes half-closed. He wasn't nearly drunk enough.

A new name had been added to the popcorn plaque.
Dean Winchester

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

The Sorting Hat kept up with the trends! It knew that the world was scheduled to end on May 21, and all the righteous would be uplifted to Heaven.

Since the Sorting Hat knew itself to be the wisest and most righteous being of all, it came to the most logical conclusion.

Upon waking from a nap on the afternoon of the 21st, and realizing it was still at Hogwarts, the Hat understood that it was already in Heaven.

Hogwarts was heaven.

"Halos and harps for everyone!" the Hat decreed.

And so it was. House elves brought everyone gilt halos and strap-on wings and hand-held harps, or autoharps, or the occasional harmonica (the house elves had taken to tasing one another for fun, and their mental acuity was not what it once was). The Great Hall (still home to the wax display of Hatsguard Heroes, mind you) was bedecked in white draperies, tinsel, and leftover battle fog from the Harkonnen Dining Experience machines (the Hat felt this would create a cloudlike effect). Angel food cake and ambrosia were the evening meal. Oh, and cans of Red Bull ((at player suggestion, because it GIVES YOU WINGS)).

~~Debbie Gibson's~~ BELINDA CARLISLE's "Heaven Is a Place on Earth" was piped through WART, the insipid soundtrack of Hat Heaven. Alternating with the Elvenking cover of same ((thanks to Igor-mun)).

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

[[OOC: Backdated to around April 25th]]

He knew before he came to her what must have happened. Death's power, so muted as to be nearly undetectable for a little over two weeks, suddenly surged back to its normal strength, broadcasting from the top of the Astronomy Tower like a beacon.

It could only mean one thing, and Castiel's heart paradoxically sank even as he felt a tremendous weight lifted from his shoulders.

Arriving at the top of the tower with his characteristic quiet whoosh, he spoke not a word, but came to where Death was sitting in their accustomed spot, settled down behind her and wrapped her in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder.

hunter-returns.livejournal.com

( Owl to Castiel )

( Owl to Dean )

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

[[OOC: Backdated to soon after this thread.]]

If the matter had been less pressing, Castiel might have been tempted to put off his first visit to Gabriel. Although they'd gotten along more or less without incident at the archangel's arrival (and he did appreciate the gift of little Henry,) his brother remained an unpredictable and mischievous force to be reckoned with, and Cas couldn't help but be a little apprehensive about approaching him.

Also, he was emphatically not looking forward to confessing to a mistake worthy of a careless human teenager. But he had only himself to blame on that count, and he and Death were sufficiently short on experience in these matters, or good ideas of their own, that he was willing to suffer whatever humiliation Gabriel saw fit to mete out if it would get them some help.

He arrived outside Gabriel's door in Hufflepuff House and hesitated only a moment before quietly knocking. It wasn't as though the archangel couldn't sense him coming a mile away.

hunter-returns.livejournal.com

( He started walking shortly before dawn )

endlessgoth.livejournal.com

Newly mortal thanks to a temporal spell going a little awry, Death left Sakon and Ukon with a wave and a smile. They were cute and she was utterly charmed by the brash little puppet and the shy puppetmaster.

As much as she wanted to stay and talk with the pair, she needed to get her hands on her sigil until the spell ran its course. It was the only solid connection she had to her realm until then and she couldn't leave things completely unattended. She needed to find Castiel and get it back.

Death was on her way towards Ravenclaw, when she realized she really didn't know where Castiel had gone for the day. It was much easier when she could just home in on him and will herself there. He could be anywhere, and she didn't want to waste most of the day searching the grounds for him.

“Boy I hope you can hear this,” she murmured before raising her voice. “Castiel? Jimmy? Ah, need a little help here, guys.”

low-key-angel.livejournal.com

Voices were heard in the Sorting Room well in advance of their arrival.
“.. c’mon. I’m alive again, we should celebrate. You, me, a bottle of tequila, white sandy beaches..”

The woman laughed lightly, “Sorry sweetie. I’m spoken for.”

Gabriel, renegade archangel and Trickster extraordinaire touched down in the Sorting Room. He looked marginally impressed. “Really? Now you’ve gotta spill. Who’s the guy that managed to sweep you off your feet?”

“Bye Gabriel. I’d say behave, but you and I both know better. See ya around.”

He examined his pocket, pulling out what looked suspiciously like a can of diet orange soda. Relieved that the illusion was still in place, Gabriel tucked it away again. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned up a candy bar before sauntering over to the table where the dictaquill hovered expectantly.

( Okay, kids. I can play along )

endlessgoth.livejournal.com

( It had been a cowardly move, fleeing the bar like that. )

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

(( OOC: The CWB event is going so well! Everyone is being awesome and now it's time to wrap it up. We definitely have enough attackers, with enough luck, to defeat the bear. Since we have so many separate fight threads going on but there is only one Canadian Weasley Bear, we thought we should bring it all together. To avoid getting hung up on posting order, here's how it will work:

One of the fighters posts a comment
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The Hat account replies for the Bear
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Any other fighter replies to that Bear comment
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The Hat account replies again for the Bear
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Any other fighter replies to that comment

Etc, until we think the Bear has been vanquished! This way we keep it all in one thread, but we also avoid getting stalled by posting order. The Bear will be played with speed by mods who've subscribed to the thread, so that there won't be a lag on the Bear's side. Make sense? If not, give us a shout. ))

( Scores thus far, in order of success: )

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( our story thus far!!! )

Time to take this ginger menace down.

lorne-host.livejournal.com

The house elves had been busy most of the afternoon posting fliers, or simply leaving them in stacks on the tables in the Great Hall.

Karaoke Night at the Little Green Apple!
Sing a song and get a reading! Are you on the right path? Come find out!
Drink specials courtesy of La Fee Verite, music and readings courtesy of Lorne

No Barry Manilow, please.

It had been a long time since Lorne had done more than a few select readings for people, and when he was honest with himself, he missed it. He missed those nights in Caritas when the music was electric, the psychic energy crackling and the drinks.. well the drinks were always stellar. He always paid for the best bartenders in L.A. that dealt with demonic clientele.

After clearing it personally with the owner and obtaining her blessing as well as a promise to deliver some impressive drink specials, Lorne geared up for a good night of music, song and maybe a helpful reading or three. That night, he sat on the stool beside the karaoke machine, flipping through the song list and humming to himself, the first of many Seabreezes in hand.

((Just like Lorne’s sorting – if you’d like a reading to pertain to something you have planned for your character in either game or canon, please message me. Otherwise I’ll make it up as I go!))

i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com

Dean had sat there with the beer in his hand at Ravenclaw bar for the last hour, he had sipped it and he had been trying to get his nerve up to go to Cas' room. He needed to talk to the angel after their most recent night of drinking.

Finally he just snagged a house elf and wrote a note on a bar napkin.

Hey, need to talk.

It's Dean.

wineandleather.livejournal.com

There's an odd shrieking feedback sound from the WART speakers for a moment, and then what sounds like a young woman's voice fades in, seeming rather - distracted. Yes, Delirium's discovered the radio station.

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junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com

After the raw emotions of that afternoon Bobby was grateful for Death for her suggesion that he and the boys spend some time together. He had missed spending time with them, and now that Dean was liberated from that bizzare-as-hell reality show, they certainly had cause to celebrate.

He arrived over in Ravenclaw’s bar first and found a comfortable corner table. It was one the hunters had taken over regularly during their outings to the bar. A tray full of cold beer was waiting for Sam, Dean and Castiel to arrive.

“Hey Bobby,” Sam said with a grin, the first to show. He clapped the hunter on the shoulder, happy to see him out again. He also had a few causes to celebrate; Death’s promise to intervene and keep him and Adam out of the cage, and a lovely blonde girl by the name of Sookie Stackhouse. “Where’s everyone else?”

“You know you brother, he’s always runnin a little late,” he said with a grin, passing a beer over to the younger man. “You seem pretty chipper lately.”

His grin widened. “I’ve had good reason to be.”

“Cryptic ass.”

junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com

( Bobby grimaced when he saw who was at the door. )

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

Hat Shore party planning had ended up falling mostly into the hands of a couple of contestants, along with set designer Jherek Carnelian. These 'couple' of contestants were actually the Shoggies and Beowulf, who'd squelched and shouted their way toward transforming Hat Shore into a strange Under The Sea experience.

( the lagoon )

( the musical stylings of the Shoggies )

( refreshments )

( CAKETOWN )

( the Lonely Hearts Club: speed-dating amidst the battle fog )

And so, on the night of Feb. 14th, Hat Shore's doors were opened to the whole of Hogwarts for the festivities.

hunter-returns.livejournal.com

Thanks to the multitude of televisions peppered across the Great Hall, it was getting difficult to find a quiet place to work. Sam had finally taken his books and the memory given form that was his old laptop and hunkered down in Gryffindor’s common room to try and get some additional reading done. His work was leading to one, inevitable and generally unpleasant conclusion. There was only one way he was going to save Adam from Hell.

He paused long enough to send an owl to Castiel, asking the angel to come by when he had time. It was apparent that Cas and Death were.. well. Cas looked really happy for once and Sam didn't want to interrupt.

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

Following Death's unexpected Valentine's Day gift, it had taken Castiel the better part of three days to find a suitable room, run a few tests to make certain he could manage what he had in mind and then implement the idea.

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