[identity profile] 400-years-young.livejournal.com
The dog entered the Sorting Room first, followed by a leash, followed by a tall man in a black coat being dragged behind. "Six, knock it off!" the man said, with an accent somewhere between Noo Yawk and European. He let the leash slide from his hand and the dog took off to sniff out the corners off the room.

John Amsterdam was familiar with many different styles of architecture, but his specialty was in high-rises, not castles. He was also pretty sure that the neighborhood he'd just been end did not end with a dark stony room. Was this a hallucination? A trick?

The walls felt real enough. The door into the room felt real, and also felt very, very locked. It didn't move an inch when he rattled the handles. John eyed the crack between the doors, but he couldn't see a latch or a bolt where he might be able to slide a credit card through. It wasn't bolted into the floor, either. He checked.

There was a table and chair in the center of the room. He grabbed the chair to use as a makeshift ladder when he noticed the quill on the table. Swan feather, definitely. That must have been expensive. He'd always used goose feathers.

((If you've seen the commercials, this application is spoiler-free.))

ExpandNot everyone could afford swan feathers, you know. )

((The pilot episode is free on iTunes right now.))
[identity profile] charlesmacaulay.livejournal.com
Okay, so the Herbology professor was ... Kon-El. How did you address a person with a name like that? Professor El? Even Charles's well-honed etiquette couldn't quite encompass this kind of question. What kind of a name was Kon-El, anyway? Balinese?

Anyhow he needed some advice about plants, one plant in particular. So he guessed he'd have to gloss over the problem of honorifics and get to the point.


Professor,

I understand you've recently taken the Herbology post here at Hogwarts. It so happens I've got a couple of Madagascar dragontrees. Actually I have one, and I gave the other to a friend. I'd like to look into plant food for them. Anything especially wizardly or dazzling is a plus.

Thanks for your time.

Charles Macaulay
Ravenclaw
[identity profile] charlesmacaulay.livejournal.com
Sansa,

I don't believe we've met, and I wish I could be writing under happier circumstances. It's about a mutual friend: Susan Sto Helit. She's unwell, to say the least. I was thinking it might do her some good to see you. Do you have some time free?

Charles Macaulay
Ravenclaw
[identity profile] vislor-turlough.livejournal.com
OOC: While the people below have signed up, this is open for anyone to enter the crazy.


So. It's Valentine's Day. Turlough had rounded up a few house elves to do his bidding. Said bidding was to set up tables with name cards, a table with food and drink (which may or may not be hexed, I couldn't decide), and a sign:

We will not be responsible for anyone fed love potions.

Because someone will.

We also will not be responsible for any actions here on in.

Turlough stood in the corner of the Great Hall, drink in hand, smirk on face as he watched people come on (or forced in by cattleprod point, in Soichiro's case.)

[identity profile] defense-rests.livejournal.com
((Backdated to shortly after Mia was Sorted. Sorry for the hold-up on this, but as company has left and the house is clean I now feel justified in tagging.))

Thanks to Phoenix and Pearl, Mia had very little trouble getting settled into Ravenclaw. So it wasn't long before she sent out an owl.

ExpandOwl to Charles Macaulay, unwarded )
[identity profile] defense-rests.livejournal.com
((Mia is taken from after Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations, so beware of moderate spoilers. I'll label major spoilers in the comments if at all possible. Also: important clues are indicated by colored text in the game. I will keep this to a minimum.

Permission has been obtained from the other active PW muns. Can you say "workninja?" I knew that you could. Back for an hour or two. Forget status notes, Mia's been Sorted, but I'm going to still endeavor to finish threads here. Don't wait on me. XD))


Date: ??? Time: ???
Location: ???


A tall, attractive brunette in her late twenties suddenly appears in the Sorting Room. Initially, she is unsurprised to find herself there. But her brow furrows as she studies her unfamiliar surroundings and the lack of any familiar faces. She approaches the desk of applications with a sigh, expecting a panicked note from her little sister. "Maya, what have you gotten into now?"

The Dictaquill promptly jumps to life and takes down her question. Mia hesitates, then reads over the application thoughtfully, bemused but still not looking all that out-of-sorts. But when she looks down at herself, she starts in surprise; while she seems perfectly at home in the suit she's wearing, her current ensemble is not what she expected.

She can only think of a few explanations for this, all of which are completely insane:

1) Maya (or, heaven forbid, Pearl) has broken into some sort of old castle, dressed up like her and having changed her hair to match Mia's. While Maya has done some incredibly insane things, this seems a little too far-fetched even for her little sister. If this is the case, Phoenix has some serious explaining to do.

2) Redd White failed to kill her, and the events of the last three years were a head-injury-induced dream and after being knocked out someone dumped her in some old castle. (Yes, wishful thinking, but still.)

3) Somehow, she is no longer dead - well, the ability to breathe and the obvious pulse are evidence enough of that - and in her own body.

...The fact that the third option is the most plausible should indicate just how strange her current situation is.

ExpandNever let go of what you believe in. Never. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Mia Fey
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Mia Fey
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Mia Fey
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Mia Fey
[identity profile] victoriametcalf.livejournal.com
((Done with permission from the relevant DS-muns.))

ExpandBrute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here/Buckle! And the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion/Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!/No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion/Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,/Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion. )

"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___VM_________
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___VM________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____VM______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____VM_________"
[identity profile] bad-date-nate.livejournal.com
To say that Nathaniel Archibald, son and heir to Anne and Howie 'The Captain' Archibald, was sleeping on the long wooden table would be not entirely accurate. Nate Archibald was unconscious on the long wooden table.

You can't blame the teen for partying too hard; a typical Upper East Side BYOB is BYOX, BYOGHB, and of course BYOBFF to guard your drink. And if your father took to calling himself the Captain, could you really be surprised if you found yourself toking up a few times a weekend?


ExpandHello Hogwartsers. Looks like this school has claimed a new victim. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. NA.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. NA.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers (?) in a bunch. NA.
One day, marmalade my girlfriend will rule the world. NA."
[identity profile] c-macaulay.livejournal.com
Rather a lot of people had come to the Winters' wedding. (Let's pretend, shall we, that Camilla actually sent out thank-you notes to those people who brought gifts? She surely would not have neglected it, lest Nana roll over in her grave; she should not be blamed for the laxity of her mun.) Believe it or not, most of them had been invited because Camilla liked them, or else because she felt obliged to them for one reason or another. As such, most of them qualified to be remembered at holiday time.

The following people were sent poinsettias with accompanying tasteful nonsectarian holiday cards:

Ned and Catelyn Stark
Simkin
John Preston
Jezz Jaelre
Dale Smither (because she was married to Charles, however briefly)
Jadzia Dax (because she’s Henry’s … friend? Fellow researcher? Camilla still isn’t sure.)
Chance Silvey (cf. Dax)
Stephen Maturin
Merlin
Deety Long
Bella Swan
Ron Weasley
Blair Waldorf
Dean Winchester
Stephanie Brown (whose poinsettia was accompanied by soap.)



Then there were people who merited a gift of some greater significance:


ExpandCharles Macaulay )
ExpandFrancis Abernathy )
ExpandRichard Papen )
ExpandSelvetarm )
ExpandShaun and Liz )
ExpandS.A.R.A.H. )
ExpandSusan Sto Helit )
ExpandWillow Rosenberg )
ExpandJohn Ryder )
ExpandSilas )
ExpandYoda )
[identity profile] thequeenbluth.livejournal.com
((Note for those of you who have not seen Arrested Development: The show has a narrator, who is voiced by Ron Howard and who acts like sort of a Greek Chorus, commenting on the action. He's very integral to the style of the show, so I've chosen to include him here. That said, this is totally a stylistic thing -- like how some characters are written in first-person -- so your characters won't be able to hear anything, and anyone with psychic or extrasensory abilities isn't going to notice anything. It's just for fun.

Anything written in italics will be the narrator's commentary.

Also, there are spoilers in the comments, so be forewarned!))


This is Lucille Bluth. Moments ago, she was on the deck of the Queen Mary, but now she's found herself here, in a very strange place indeed.

"What the hell is this?" Lucille snapped. "Is this one of GOB's stupid magic tricks? Oh, God." She sighed wearily, putting a hand to her forehead. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten into the Aztec Tomb."

Lucille's oldest son, George Oscar Bluth II, a.k.a. GOB, was a magician who had given Lucille absolutely no reason to believe in magic. His most notorious trick was called the Aztec Tomb, and it had had some poor results in the past.

"GOB?" Lucille shouted at the walls. "You let me out of here right now, or so help me--"

And that was when Lucille spotted the form sitting on the table in front of her.

"Oh? What's this?" Lucille moved closer to take a look. "Application...? What on earth?" Suddenly, her face cleared. "Oh! This must be for the club. Well, if it will get us back in..."

She sat down and began to write, only to discover that the pen -- actually a Dictaquill -- was already doing the writing for her. Assuming the country club she thought she was at had upgraded its computer systems, she took this in stride.

ExpandAnd can I get a vodka tonic? )

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

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


"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. BCW
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one mostsome? 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, marmaladeI will probably rule the world. BCW
[identity profile] dont-exacerbate.livejournal.com
ExpandWith friends like these... )

((Send in anything and everything, guys--have at it. After all, it's not just birthday humiliation, it's a WART, dammit XD))
[identity profile] miniskirtsplz.livejournal.com
When Roy Mustang found himself in a small room with nothing but a desk and chair, and what appeared to be paperwork littered across the top of the desk, he didn't let it bother him too much. Perhaps he had taken a wrong turn somewhere, but he wasn't one to worry.

ExpandOf course there would be more paperwork )


I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Mustang__
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __Mustang__
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __Mustang__
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __Mustang__
[identity profile] charlesmacaulay.livejournal.com
ExpandThrow stones in the wishing well / What's next you can never tell / The outline of what we've lived through / Sleep well but when you die / I'll say it serves you right / The outline of what's around you won't haunt you anymore now )

(( Eventual warning for unemotional non-cesty smut. It's not gratuitous for our purposes, as there are plot reasons for it, but if you don't care for that sort of thing, don't read this. ))
[identity profile] hernes-son.livejournal.com
Much as I hate to do this, I am popping Robin of Loxley *pets him*. Also, Pufnstuf and Mathayus are on hiatus until further notice, as RL is trying to eat my face. Bunny Corcoran I leave to the tender mercies of Camilla Macaulay Winter for a while. As for Charles Macaulay, Prima is kindly taking him over until I can get back to playing him.

Miss you guys,
Penny

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