[identity profile] manriki-chan.livejournal.com
First off, apologies to those owed tags from Gogo and Dexter. My own computer seems ill-disposed towards posting anything on LJ lately (I'm currently on my grandad's computer), which is why I've not replied for a bit. Sorry!

I'm going to be unable to play until about the 27th of this month, due to an abrupt decision to cross the Atlantic ocean to the Land of the Free (tm). It's possible that you'll see me on IRC from time to time, but I can't guarantee it (although hopefully I'll be able to pop in tonight, and hopefully on Thursday).

In the meantiiiiiime:

Gogo, excited at the prospect of becoming a bridesmaid, has disappeared to the library in the hopes of finding some enchantment to make the ceremony even more kawaii than her birthday party. (The thought of consulting with Nny or Devi about this has not crossed her mind.)

Dexter is hard at work researching the backgrounds of some of the more suspicious school pupils (mostly Carcer at this point, heh) to see whether he'd be justified in turning the Dark Passenger on them.

Carcer is... god knows what Carcer's doing. Terrorising the poor people of Hogsmede, I'd imagine, and causing plenty of justifications for Dexter's suspicions. (And Vimes', too, I suppose. XD)

Charlie's off trying to score more smack in Glasgow and desperately attempting to convince himself that he's still a Famous Bloody Rock God.

Gimli is STILL trying to mine those nearby mountains. You keep trucking, Gimli. You'll find something eventually.
[identity profile] kusarigama-chan.livejournal.com
Wandering away for the evening from the suite, Yuki made her way out to the grounds. Rather than her usual haunts, she decided to walk in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Forbidden, of course, being absolutely no warning to her whatsoever. Perhaps there would be fun to be found as right now, she was feeling distinctly not fun - and it showed on the lack of smile on her normally-grinning face.
[identity profile] xohso-scenex.livejournal.com

((So I'm back from Turkey, but my internet connections playing up, so I won't be on as much as I'd like!))

Claire collapsed onto a chair; the past week had been exhausting, but it had been essential. Her hands were dirty and she was sure her face was too. There was a strong stench of ammonia and sweat which she only just became aware of. She quickly rummaged through her bag to find perfume that would cover up the smell - for a while anyway. Her stomach churned and she only just became aware of the fact that she was no longer pregnant. She brought her knees up to her chest and began crying. Why hadn't it worked properly? How on earth would she explain that one? She tried to silence her tears; the last thing she needed now was to draw attention to herself. She gagged slightly, only bringing up a foul tasting bile. She couldn't be sick: she couldn't afford to lose any of it. She had to regain her strength, then she'd look for the book.
[identity profile] imdoctorjack.livejournal.com
Jack took a look at his watch while he was waiting outside the great hall for Charlie, Sawyer and Hurley so that the drinking games could begin in earnest. It would be good to catch up with them and learn a little more about them, he thought. It's weird, we were on that island all that time and I don't know much about any of them. At least I can get to know them this time around.
He quickly double-checked his ever present backpack to make sure that he brought the Vodka with him and that he had his wallet. He had another look at the absurd coins used as wizarding currency, and turned a golden Galleon around in his hand. He flashed another look at his watch. Where were they?
[identity profile] walburga-b.livejournal.com
HUMILIATION! DEGRADATION! SCUM AROUND EVERY CORNER! MUDBLOODS, WEREWOLVES, BLOOD-TRAITORS, GODS AND DEMI-GODS, ANGELS, DEMONS, FREAKS, SCIENTISTS, FRENCHMEN, PIRATES, AND HUFFLEPUFFS! A DIRTY LOT, ALL OF THEM, BESMIRCHING THE HALLS OF A ONCE-GREAT INSTITUTION! SHAMEFUL! A DISGRACE TO US ALL!
[identity profile] notasmackhead.livejournal.com
Right then! Ladies and gents, boys and girls, devils, demons, werewolves, vampires, shinigami, bat-folks and assorted lunatics - welcome to another night of Radio WART! I'm Charlie Pace and I'm honoured to be the, uh, third DJ of our illustrious school's, uh, illustrious radio station!

ExpandOnto the first song! )

In the tradition of my forebears, Mr Morphin and Miss Luna, I'm opening up the floo-lines to anyone who wants to chat. Come one, come all! I won't know who you are unless you tell me - there's a un-see-through-able grate over the fireplace.

((OOC: Comment out of character if you want to be added to the DJ roster. Gin's up next - post your requests here. Have fun!))
[identity profile] notasmackhead.livejournal.com
ExpandOwl to Adam Young )
[identity profile] nannynutter.livejournal.com
Agnes stumbled into the Great hall looking rather confused. Surely the desks from the classrooms weren't actually singing musical theater? It was the whiskey, she decided. That Ravenclaw prefect had given her more than she normally drank. Why would a desk sing? Or move? It didn't make sense. I will never drink again she thought solemnley. Well, for several days at least, she decided. It's all your drunken hallucinations. They're not even real.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously for several moments before looking into the Entrance hall. To her increasing dismay, several other household items had joined the throng of desks and were singing to her. Loudly. "What the bloody hell is going on?" she cried over the din. She squints at a nearby wardrobe before adding "And my name doesn't even rhyme with polish!"
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
The Great Hall has been decorated appropriately for the Masquerade, many Transfiguration spells cast and the House Elves all on the highest of alerts, currently attired in toga-like napkins. The floor has been changed to white marble, with small green tables of food and drink lining the sides of the walls, interposed with benches and seats for those who'd rather talk than dance.

The majority of the hall is cleared for dancing, with a throne-table at the far end for Fillerbunny to sit and greet his guests, and a small stage on the left side for those who'd like to demonstrate their karaoke skills. On the right side, there's a DJ stand in place of live music.

Behind the throne, a red velvet curtain conceals a balcony that overlooks the garden, quiet and secluded for those who'd rather not leave the party entirely but would like some respite from the noise. The curtain is enchanted to deaden sound, so that nobody from inside the party can eavesdrop on the people on the balcony.

The decorations are in pale green, soft yellow, white, rose pink, and the trimming are in the four House colors.

((Comments are disabled, so make the threads as long as you like, or hop on to MSN/AIM and continue logs there if you like and post them afterwards. Party lasts until about 7AM, gametime, and runs for as long as needed IRL. Karaoke goes the same as usual: Post your char going up to sing, along with a yousendit link to the song in question.

Edit: Feel free to post any dolls of your char that you've made!))
[identity profile] notasmackhead.livejournal.com
Charlie was wandering - as he often seemed to be doing, these days. He was thinking vaugley of leaving the castle; the confines of a building, even one so vast as Hogwarts, were still somewhat unfamiliar to him. It annoyed him, the countless little ways in which he had become unused to civilisation - he hadn't realised how big an impact his time on the island had had on him.

His mind preoccupied, he started down a flight of stairs. It wasn't until he felt his leg sink uncomfortably low that he realised he'd stepped right onto a trick step. Oh, shit. He glanced around. Everywhere seemed deserted.

"Hello?" he called, cautiously. "Anybody here? A little help, maybe?"

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