[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
The dome was supposed to be indestructable. Hat magic trumped almost every power known to man or god, here on the Hat's turf.

Yet there was a creature the Hat was known to fear.

The Canadian Weasley bear.

In which the Canadian Weasley bear is discussed )

It started by attacking the dome — the last place the scent of the other bear's pelt could be detected. (Elric had given the pelt to Ariane Emory as a superlatively romantic Valentine's Day gift. Ari, learning of its origin, hadn't wanted it around any longer, and stashed it within the dome. Ironically, she'd done so in the belief the impregnable and invulnerable dome would be the safest place to hide such an artifact.)

Spiders poured from the bear's mouth in an unending stream. Some skittered through the gash the bear's claws were tearing in the dome.

Where was Elric of Melniboné, whose Stormbringer might stand a chance against the Canadian Weasley bear? Where was Ariane Emory, who could've deduced what the bear was after?

in which it is explained why Stormbringer is unavailable to save the day )

The Hat Shore cast was on its own. They would have to fend off the Canadian Weasley bear. They couldn't die trying, thanks to the protective enchantments on the Hogwarts grounds, but any close encounter with a Canadian Weasley bear could get ugly pretty quickly in painful and nightmarish ways exclusive of death.

Conveniently, Kojiro was nowhere to be seen ...

((OOC note: The Canadian Weasley bear / TerrorBear can be written as an NPC in any of the Hat Shore contestants' tags. As with Yoda Boot Camp, when attacking the Canadian Weasley bear, go to random.org and use the number generator on the front page, 1 to 100, on the subject line of each first event post for your character. This determines the success of your attack or tactic, on a scale from 1 = complete failure and your character taking damage from a bear counterattack, to 100 = critical hit with impunity.

Try not to KO the bear immediately, so everyone who wants to play can have a chance :) Creative and/or amusing tactics are welcome, along with involvement from dropbears and tree octopi. Small fires will erupt in the bear's footprints, and the bear will continue to drool spiders until KOed.

If the Hat Shore cast doesn't collectively manage to stop the bear, Something Else will happen. If they do manage to stop the bear, Something Magical will happen.

Live broadcast will be shown in the Great Hall. Characters capable of escaping the castle to attack the bear from outside the dome may do so. The rest should remain indoors since the Hat will have battened down the proverbial hatches and raised an alarm.))
[identity profile] smaug-thegolden.livejournal.com
From Smaug to Elric, Ancalagon, Dethklok, Shoggies, Ofdensen, Raistlin, and Igor:

Smaug had very little understanding of Valentine's Day, having only heard from Toki and Skwisgaar that it was a 'dildos hearts day', with some manner of possibly coercive celebration involved. From this he'd inferred that it was a day when one gave their family, friends, and associates hearts. And if his adoptive parents were celebrating it, well...

I think you know where this is going. )
[identity profile] needsanewliver.livejournal.com
From Nathan to Charles:

((Permission was given to 'vandalise' Ofdensen's room.))

Valentine's Day morning, Ofdensen would find his room looking—and smelling—like the scene of a massacre. Blood splattered the walls, the furniture, and whatever had been left out on his desk (any paperwork would appear to be saturated); the blood was still wet and some of it slowly dripping, the puddles growing. Assorted viscera had been festively hung across lamps and the privacy screen in front of his bed, and some lined the window sills.

Read more... )


From Pickles to Dethklok and Ofdensen:

He'd prepared enough blood and guts martinis to share, so went around the school hand-delivering them to each of his bandmates (the ones he could locate, anyway) and their manager. No holiday was complete without booze, especially not one as gay as Valentine's Day.


From Glorfindel to Elrond:

Based on the advertisements around Hogsmeade, Glorfindel had reached the conclusion that Valentine's Day was intended as some sort of romantic love festival, a day on which to spoil the one you love. He didn't normally celebrate other cultures' holidays, but was happy to make an exception for this one, just as he had for Yule.

Read more... )
[identity profile] charlesofdensen.livejournal.com
So.

Dethklok music? Check.

Steady supply of food? Check.

One hermaphrodite with crossed wires? Check.

Ofdensen had kept Apos locked away for a while. Technically, he was doing the same thing Kurama had done, brainwashed Apos for his own purposes.

Well, he never said he was above mind rape.

Anyway. Time to see if it stuck.

Ofdensen adjusted his tie and opened the door.

"Apos?"
[identity profile] endlessgoth.livejournal.com

There was a distant sound of wings rustling as the popcorn room began to shift. A pale, pretty young woman appeared, dressed in a black tank top, jeans and wearing a simple silver ankh around her neck. She looked down to see that she was completely covered in butter. Dragging a finger down a pale arm she shook her head with a slightly amused, if exasperated smile.

“Sweetie, I know you’re happy to see me, but haven’t we talked about these odd welcomes?” Her sister, Delirium always came up with strange ways to welcome her family when they visited. The last time it had rained fish, so she probably shouldn’t complain.

A small frown creased her forehead. This wasn’t her sister’s realm. A strange magic field pressed at her, dampening some of her power. Death tapped a finger against her chin, wondering where she had felt that before. It was familiar.. but distantly so.

((Death from the Endless guides everyone on to the next world after they die. Her omniscent nature is obviously going to be dampened. Feel free to have the dead remember or not remember her at will!))

[identity profile] shoggies.livejournal.com
As the first day of the year dawns, crudely-lettered posters appear around the school. These posters contain almost nothing aside from their cryptic lettering.

It is a New Year for humans.
The Stars Are Right!
for
DETHTOWER

FOLLOW THE SIGNS

Enjoy DETHTOWER.

(The bottom of each sign contains an arrow, pointing in a direction that will lead to another sign, with another arrow, and so on, until reaching a large sign which now stands upon the school grounds.)

It had been promised many months ago. Certain elements of plan had changed- it was certainly not atop the tower of House Hufflepuff- but, nevertheless, it had now come into being. Stone by stone it had risen, its name given by Nathan Explosion, its construction hidden by the odd angle at which the architectural monstrosity was set in regards to normal, three-dimensional space.

Here follows a TL;DR description of the DETHTOWER and some of what is to be found therein. )
[identity profile] best-guitarist.livejournal.com
((Following Smaug-mun's lead since it's almost the 25th over here anyway. :D))

Skwisgaar's gifts to Toki )

Skwisgaar and Toki's 2010 holiday cards feature another family portrait on the front: They're dressed as Vikings in the snow, each holding two of their Shoggies, and Smaug's behind them, his head lowered so it's within the frame. In the far distance the rest of the Hogwarts Shoggies can be seen pelting Elric with snowballs. Each card has a message wishing the recipient a brutal holiday and is signed by Skwisgaar and Toki, with four squiggles representing their Shoggies' signatures and a small draconic-looking rune representing Smaug's, drawn courtesy of Elric.

Their gifts would be delivered by house elves and owls late at night on the 24th.


to Elric & Smaug )

to the rest of Dethklok plus Ofdensen )

to just Nathan )

to just Pickles )

to just Murderface )

to just Ofdensen )

to the Shoggies )

to Kaylee )

to Sweden )

to Oly )

to Jasper )

to Vladimir & Valentine )

in addition, to Jasper, Vladimir, and Valentine together )

to the raptor )

to Nidhögg )

to Asajj Ventress )
[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] charlesofdensen.livejournal.com
As agreed, Ofdensen was waiting in his office to meet Apos. Next to him was a contract.

He thought the terms perfectly reasonable. A generous amount of money for each class he is used as a guinea pig and a free piece of Dethklok memorablila, and the only condition Ofdensen had for it was he must take an Unbreakable Vow not to harm the five members of Dethklok, himself, Smaug, or the Shoggies. (Not that the Shoggies CAN be harmed, but still.)

He just hoped Apos would be reasonable.
[identity profile] mnemosyneeater.livejournal.com
It...had been hell.

Kurama's detention had gone on and on and Apos...no longer felt like himself. All he could see when he closed his eyes was feather swords and  instructions on how to make shitty little crafty toys from toilet paper roles and pipecleaners.

Apos sat in the Great Hall, staring at his plate of eggs on toast with sausage on the side. He'd asked to have the sauce placed on the eggs in the fashion of smiling faces, because it was oh so pretty. But he couldn't bring himself to eat them, because whenever his fork hovered over that yolk, the face smiling at him seemed so very sad. If he ate it, he'd be killing that smiling face, right?

He pushed the plate away and settled for sipping at his pumpkin juice, looking dejected.

He was so hungry. His bones were more visible than ever, and his dress wasn't helping all that much. His hair, tied up in two pigtails, had grown long.

Apos wanted to cry.
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
Beowulf loved the Secret Santa exchange. He had loved it ever since Pippi Longstocking gave him the gift of rainbow-striped scarf, hat, and matching gloves, which he wore every year at Yule thereafter.

The concept of Santa, however, had very little to do with the holiday cheer Beowulf knew best. This year, he decided, as Gryffindor Prefect he would take matters into his own hands.

Posters went up everywhere, dictated by Beowulf to about twenty Dictaquills writing on twenty different sheets of parchment at once, and subsequently tacked up by house elves in all the usual places.



HWÆT! Yule tide does approach!

We call upon you to give gifts to one another, in the manner of a Yule Goat. If you do this, a Yule Goat will also give a gift unto you! If you fail to honor your pledge of gift-giving, a Yule Goat will disapprove!

Note the name by which you are called, if you wish to take part in this jolly exchange!

You have until the 10th day of December to make your pledge. On the 11th day of December, you will be told the name of the Hogwartsman whose Yule Goat you will be!




((OOC note!: Wishbone's player has kindly passed the torch to Beowulf this year. Beowulf will be organizing the Secret Santa exchange along the same lines as Wishbone's exchange last year.

Like last year, characters can ICly sign up other characters if the mun has OOC approval from the other character's player. Just note the permission OOCly in your comment.

Either let me know what e-mail address I should associate with that character's player, or what LJ account I should PM, once Beowulf has made all the assignments. ICly the character will receive an owl from Beowulf giving them their assignment, which is how the characters who didn't sign themselves up will find out they are obligated! OOCly, I'll either e-mail or PM each player.))
[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
((ooc note: Ariane Emory II is taken from after the events of Cyteen (1988) and Regenesis (2009). Expect thorough spoilers for Regenesis. ))

'A different Ari. A very different Ari.' 'We don't know how different she'll become, as time passes.' )


ooc disclaimer: I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. AEII
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. AEII
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. AEII
One day, marmalade will rule the world. AEII
[identity profile] for-a-nickel.livejournal.com
As Mike backed through the door, his arms full of a large cardboard box, his first thought was that someone was playing an impressively bad practical joke. This was quickly dismissed, though, for two reasons. In the first place, he rather doubted even Ultra Car had the ambition to pull off turning the stockroom into a medieval castle, and in the second, he was pretty sure that most of the people at the store knew better than to target him if they felt prankish. It just wasn't worth it.

So that probably meant something weird was going on. Mike could handle that. Being abducted by aliens as a toddler, given super-human strength and endurance, and growing up to be part of a secret government taskforce to fight said aliens would do that to a person. Not to mention working retail. He dropped the box in a way that would probably have made several of his coworkers wince, and ambled over to look at the application. The quill skittered away from him, showing a remarkable sense of self preservation for a writing implement.
Your mom allowed me to elucidate. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _your mom___
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _your mom___.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _your mom___.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _your mom___
[identity profile] charlesofdensen.livejournal.com
Never let it be said that Ofdensen doesn't do his job.

If any Americans plan on setting off fireworks today, please do so on the roof. You are responsible for any injuries or property damage you may cause.

(OOC: Happy 4th of July!)
[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.

What'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] best-guitarist.livejournal.com
((Plus Nidhögg, if he wants to pal around at all. Continued from this thread, and very obviously NSFW since it's going to be full of Sharkgaar porn and gore and wrongness. Especially once Vladimir is involved. :P))

Du stilla färdas vid himlens bryn Längs stjärnbeströdda nattens led Send i tidsbegynnelsen lägrat skyn Och skänkt din rand över vatten )

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