[identity profile] wombatminer.livejournal.com
((Digger is taken from after the end of the comic with the assumption she made it home ok; she has vague memories of Hogwarts but nothing specific.))

Digger had thought she was done waking up in ridiculous circumstances, but clearly, this wasn't the case, because in a strange place, surrounded by giant popcorn and covered in butter was ridiculous by anyone's measure. She sighed, facepalming, and then spent a moment furiously trying to wipe melted butter from her eye.

Well, no point crying over cracked marble (or errant dairy products, for that matter) - despite the butter, it didn't seem that anyone was trying to eat her, which was always a plus in Digger's book. And the stonework here was of solid quality, always a good sign - although she couldn't quite shake the feeling that it was somehow familiar. The wombat paused for a moment to extract a stick of chalk from her pack, marked a neat arrow next to the door of the popcorn room, and started along the passageway. Maybe she'd run into someone reasonable, although honestly, Digger wasn't holding out much hope on that score. As likely as not, there would probably be gods involved in a situation like this.

[identity profile] my-soul-itches.livejournal.com
Talking to Jem had put Megan in an incredibly good mood, and she felt like sharing. She had spent the past few days shut in her room, working out the logistics, making decorations, going through her music collection (and what she could find in the radio station, once she finally stumbled over it) and at the last minute, scrambling over to the Hufflepuff food libraries for snacks.

Since it would take forever to decorate the Great Hall all by herself (even with her awesome wings and teleporting, that room was huge) she got a decent-sized flock or swarm or whatever you called a group of house elves to help tack up posters and streamers and lights while she sent off a quick owl and grabbed the music from her room. It was all fun stuff, easy to dance to, even what she had borrowed from the WART studio: Dazzler (naturally), Katy Perry, Pink, Lady Gaga, that sort of thing.

As a last measure, she 'ported around the school and scattered fliers. Because nothing said a dance like fliers.

((Share your favorite top 40-type dance songs if you want! Assume they are in whatever she grabbed from the WART studio. As a side note, I have been rocking out to my favorite late-nineties pop while writing this, mostly Aqua. It has been incredibly distracting. In any case, have your characters unwind and have fun!))
[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] 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] herlivinglegacy.livejournal.com
Standing on the surface of the lake like the messiah Sephiroth knew was, single black wing motionless, Sephiroth pulled his useless PHS from his pocket and threw it down into the water. He watched it ripple and send waves outwards to brush against the soles of his boots with a mild sense of amusement. The thing had long since been useless, he wasn't sure why he'd been given it again once he'd gained his semi-physical body here. For all intents and purposes Sephiroth was now a ghost and yet he couldn't feel the link of the Lifestream here like he could on the worlds that were unlocked, linked to the world he'd sought refuge on after the Heartless had swept away his own world and taken his goals with it.  He was more than merely bitter that his victory, his revenge for Mother, had been stolen from him.

But no matter, he'd come to this world seeking something and it seemed to fulfil the desire somewhat. It might have just been the beginning of his time here, but already he could tell things would be...interesting. He turned with a swirl of black leather and long hair to make his way back to land once more, feathers skittering in the wind and falling to rest on the surface of the lake lightly, floating along the surface. He might have been a ghost, but he seemed to be physical here, no transparent image or intangible flesh here.

He'd never seen so much green earth before, not a sprawling city or industrial plant to be seen. Most of all, the sky was a clear blue, something that he thought he resented, just a little. Now, he thought, to continue his investigation of this world, since he refused to go to classes (not that they seemed to be held often) or be mistaken for a casual student of this place.
[identity profile] dreamingnotdead.livejournal.com
((Cthulhu will be manifesting as Cthulhoo from the Unspeakable Vault of Doom- same aeon-old god-like horror from the stars, only more cracky and conversational. Smaug brought a sacrifice, so I couldn't resist pulling the Great Old One from his popcorned state. Although he won't be 'living' at Hogwarts, he's not repopping, and will visit on occasion, especially if summoned/called. Which, in his UVOD manifestation, is very easy. No need to reply to him, as, he's just popping in to grab some sacrifices- it seemed easier for keeping track of thing to post it as its own backdated post than to unpop him inside of another thread.))

(Backdated to the Shoggies' Cthulhoo Day Party.)

Somewhere in the South Pacific ocean, around 47 degrees S, 126 degrees W, lies the sunken city of R'lyeh. This ancient, non-Euclidean city of cyclopean proportions has existed since the days when the Earth was still young, before Earthly life had even set foot upon soil of the continents. When R'lyeh was built, no Earthly creatures had feet- even fins were a development still in the works. This of course did not mean that nothing had set foot on land- for, in these days, Earth harbored advanced life from elsewhere. The Elder Things had a thriving civilization on the continent that would eventually slip to the southern pole and freeze. And, the Star Spawn dwelt in R'lyeh with their master, Cthulhu. Although these creatures had shape, they were not made of matter as it is usually understood, and when "They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live. But although They no longer lived, They would never really die." When the stars had been right, Great Cthulhu and his Star Spawn had traveled through the cosmic voids to Earth, but, eventually, the stars had stopped being right. And so, Cthulhu and his Star Spawn remain in R'lyeh, dreaming and waiting for the stars to be right once more, at which time, Cthulhu and his Star Spawn will rise once more, and will find mankind delicious.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. )
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
((Okay, the Ryuuji-Nightwing thread isn't finished, but I had some people ask me about owls, so I'm having Ryuuji be back in school even though I'm not sure what exactly went down in Paris. ^^;; Just don't ask for details and it should be okay? XD))

The first owl is sent to everyone that got a postcard from Ryuuji (that's Bertie, Chii, Cthulhu, Edgar, Fillerbunny, Maturin, Mokuba, Oz, River, Sara, Shizuka, Tim, Victor, Seto, Nny, Teatime, Luna, Kira, Crowley, Aziraphale, Alucard, and Adam) during the trip to France (and hence a wedding invite), and reads as follows:

First Owl. )

After that, Ryuuji sent out a bunch of smaller, scribbled notes.

Owl to Kira. )

Alucard. )

Owl to Bertie. )

Owl to Adam. )

Owl to River & Stephen. )

Owl to Nny & Teatime. )

Owl to Crowley & Aziraphale. )

Owl to Victor & Edgar. )

Owl to Prof Lupin. )

Owl to Fillerbunny. )

Owl to Nemo. )

Owl to Chii. )

Owl to Luna. )

Owl to ALL PREFECTS (Door, Kaylee, Ford, Sara, Kentaro). )
[identity profile] state-servant.livejournal.com
Professor Snape )

Professor Lupin )



Professor Dumbledore )




Professor Cthulhu )

Professor Slytherin )

Mr. Ollivander )

((All these characters are actually here in the game right?))
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
The following invite is sent out via the postal service to all the following people:

Bertie, Chii, Cthulhu, Edgar, Fillerbunny, Maturin, Mokuba, Oz, River, Sara, Shizuka, Tim, Victor, Seto, Sluggy, Nny, Teatime, Luna, Kira, Severus, Voldemort, Crowley, Aziraphale, Alucard, Adam.

However, since it's via postal service as opposed to snail mail, there's no guarantee that they'll actually reach their recipents at Hogwarts...

Cut because otherwise I'd laugh every time I saw it. )

((OOC explanation is that with Nightwing-mun away for a week and me in the middle of midterms, we needed to get Ryuuji and Nightwing out of the RP for a little. So, they were kidnapped. By cultists. Crazed slash fangirl cultists, to be precise, who have this plan to marry Ryuuji and Nightwing off, then perform a ritual sacrifice to the God of Gay so that everyone in the world will turn homosexual. Even the bisexuals. And if you're wondering why they're making Nightwing the 'uke', it's because Ryuuji's got the more dominant personality. And he's taller. Feel free to have your char receive the invitation and be confused, if you like. Ryuuji can't answer owls at the moment since he's being held captive, but messages asking 'WTF?!' are welcome. As are congratulations on his French/choice of marriage partners.))
[identity profile] ermioni.livejournal.com
Down in the owlery, Hermione was back from her vacation from someplace where they apparently don't have calendars. She can be seen frantically writing letters to all the professors. Having missed three months of classes, there really wasn't much time to lose but she had to stop and raise an eyebrow at some of the names of the staff list. Voldemort's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts now? I have missed a lot since my last visit to Hogwarts.
[identity profile] agedsand.livejournal.com





 

































Each of the owls sent to the professors is written in a careful, neat, legible, scrawl. The ink is blue but otherwise undistinctive. All written on very clean, professional looking parchment. 

The owl to Ollivander is written much the same, albeit not so careful.




  
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
The notes are written on plain parchment, the kind used for taking notes, and Ryuuji's usual neat calligraphic style is much messier, clearly showing that he's been writing in a hurry.

Owl to Kira. )

Owl to Crowley. )

Owl to Voldemort. )

Owl to Aziraphale. )

Owl to Cthulhu. )

Owl to Nightwing. )

Edit:

Owl to Adam. )

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