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ducklesspond.livejournal.com

((With the approval of the current Who Crew. Spoilers are inevitable.))

Amy Pond was getting used to abrupt arrivals in unfamiliar places, but this time was a bit disturbing. She didn't remember arriving here, and neither The Doctor, Rory, nor the TARDIS were anywhere in sight. The room had a disturbingly castle-y quality that reminded her unpleasantly of Venice.

"Hello?" she called out uncertainly, and was startled to see a quill pen lift of its own accord, taking down the word on a sheet of paper. Once she'd registered the mild surprise, however, she was delighted. What a charming device! Stepping closer to examine this wonder, she noticed the questions on the parchment.

( Hopefully this isn't a dream. )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______AP______
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____AP______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ______AP_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _______AP______

wings-and-claws.livejournal.com

((OOC: I have the pleasure of having adopted Cyclona. So, same journal, different mun. ♥))

Cyclona had seen and done some weird shit in her time. Most of them due to drugs. But this? This took the cake.

When she woke it felt like she was in some sort of pseudo womb, where she could breathe and all she could taste was butter and something oddly savoury. Freaking a little, she clawed at the walls, then punched at them when they appeared soft and brittle.

She shrieked as she fell to the stone floor, naked as the day she was born, and covered in butter. After she'd finished coughing up whatever had been in her lungs, she wiped her mouth and pulled her hair out of her face. The fact that she was naked didn't quite register, not that she'd ever really been conscious of it before anyway, not around her pretty Spice Girl anyway.

She drew her legs up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and looked around. The stone walls brought back unpleasant memories, but that had been before hadn't it?

She hoped so.

misoramassacre.livejournal.com

((Permission granted from muns for Light, L, and B. Spoilers for Another Note. Naomi is taken from the very end of episode 7/chapter 14. She hasn’t technically died at this point, though she’s been put under control of the Death Note.))

Raye dead Kira had me fooled Raye dead by Kira I’ve been had good as dead anyway what is there left –

Naomi’s head snapped up. She gasped, and it felt as though she’d been holding the air for it in her lungs for an eternity. As she did, she realized that she was feeling warmer by the moment under the layers of black leather jacket and sweater, and this was by no stretch of the imagination a Tokyo street.

It would have been easy for her to lose track, during that blurry period where she’d been… walking away? Why would she have done that when Kira had just identified himself outright –

If Kira could control his victims before death, though, he could conceivably have controlled her into walking away. Into walking all the way into what looked like a room of an old European castle.

She didn’t feel controlled, or drowned in despairing thoughts any longer, but when she tried to retrace her steps she discovered that she couldn’t leave the room. There were no locked doors, or people standing in the way. She simply couldn’t. It could be that Kira still exercised some control, keeping her in here to die. Still, things didn’t match up.

… maybe, somewhere in that blur, she’d died already.

After an investigation of the room and questioning of several house elves, Naomi made for the table they’d directed her to, peeling off her gloves along the way, and picked up the quill. The Kira case had its strange aspects, to be sure, but she hadn’t felt so at sea for a while. Until she could get more information about the situation, she might as well fill out the form.

After all, what further trouble could she get into by writing things down?

( Happy merry Christmas in May )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____NM_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____NM______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____NM______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ~~If it said jam I would really start to worry~~ _____NM________"

((Semi-relevant musical snippet, for the curious, starts at 4:54 here))

Current Mood: worried
Current Music: Tommy heavenly6, "I Love Xmas"

mightymorfin.livejournal.com

Reassured by his recent conversation with the Potions Master, Morfin Jones (né Gaunt) decided it was time to spread a little sunshine around the school.

Using his very best glitter pens, he lettered a largish sheet of posterboard:
( (cut for worksafe image) )

hcolleen.livejournal.com

(Let us bring back the dead!)

That white haired ape has been here. You can't tell me otherwise. I see his toys over there in the corner. He's probably told you nothing about me. He thinks I'm beneath him, but I will prove to you and everyone else just who should have been L's successor. What is this? Application? What kind of nonsense is this? Well, if he succeeded, then so will I! I open the envelope

( This can't be serious. )

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

The thread with Near isn't exactly worksafe...you were warned...

lady-thujone.livejournal.com

Flyers had appeared all over the school.

Come to the Little Green Apple's Holiday Spectacular! Fine food and drink! Door Prizes! Karaoke! Special Holiday-Only smoking blends!

The cozy little establishment had been adorned with banners in deep gold and rich jewel tones, and the smell of spices filled the air.Jones holiday sodas were laid out at each table and booth. A buffet table was loaded with festive treats; roast goose, ornate marzipan fruits, gingerbread men (and an elaborate gingerbread house), mince pies, rum balls, a selection of fine cheeses, and many other delicacies. And of course there was the drinks table, featuring a punchbowl brimming with a vividly green concoction, eggnog (also faintly greenish) dusted with nutmeg, mulled wine, hot cider, and rich cocoa flowed freely.

To complete the festivities, La Fee Verte had brought out the karaoke machine. What party would be complete without it?

"Welcome, darlings! Welcome to the Little Green Apple's Holiday Spectacular!"

((OOC: The punch and eggnog are, of course, intensely alcoholic, as are a few of the holiday treats. The real culprit, however, is the cider! Any character who drinks it is liable to suffer the bizarre, if temporary, magical effect of your choosing.))

iam-beowulf.livejournal.com

Hwæt! A very muscular Geat in a leather loincloth-type thing strode into the Sorting Room out of nowhere. A leather band circled his temples in a vaguely '80s way, and he wore leather boots.

If anyone wondered who he was, they could cease their wondering almost immediately, as the first words out of his mouth were: "I AM BEOWULF!"

The Dictaquill wrote this down dutifully. Beowulf watched with an impassive eye. He had seen stranger things than a self-propelled feather.

( HWAET! )

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

Also, you may enjoy this synopsis of the movie, not written by me.

callmewednesday.livejournal.com

(( note, 11/21: I've been feeling under the weather, and thus slow with the tags, but I will get back to everyone's tags! Feel free to toss people at Wednesday. Today is, after all, his day.))

Folds of air shimmered as though an invisible curtain had billowed. Somehow, ineffably, they parted; and a well-dressed man of somewhat indeterminate age stepped into the Sorting Room, a blast of chill surrounding him but quickly dissipating.

He wasn't young, but he didn't look old-old. Certainly he didn't look anywhere near his actual age, and that was a thing he wasn't likely to expound upon, not right off the bat. His hair was fair, the ruddy blonde you see in some Scandinavians, now gone mostly to gray; his eyes, too, were gray, a gray that might put one in mind of flint, or of ice. He wore a pale suit of a clearly expensive make and cut, and he wore it with the ease that suggested this was not just an interview suit. On the other hand, he didn't seem averse to being interviewed, as the Hat declaimed the questions and he allowed the Dictaquill to write down his answers.

Mostly, he seemed amused.

"You'll want to know what to call me. I've had many names. You here can call me Wednesday. Mister Wednesday, if you want to be polite, and I find courtesy often advisable among new acquaintances."

( He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru / You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan / Designed and directed by his red right hand )

(( the strictly OOC disclaimer:
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Wednesday.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Wednesday.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Wednesday. ))
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Wednesday."

Current Location: Sorting Room
Current Music: Nick Cave, "Red Right Hand"

arc-angel31.livejournal.com

*Annja stares around the room in surprise, still holding her flashlight up in one hand and an open book in the other. Ok, this was not what she was supposed to find on this dig. One minute she'd been picking through a ruined castle, indeed, a -condemned- ruined castle in Scotland and the next she was... here. Now, admittedly, this certainly looked like it fit with the castle she'd been exploring but... in a whole lot better shape. Absently she mutters* Where on Earth did I end up? For that matter... how did I get here?

*Curiously she wanders around the room, studying the architecture intently, periodically making muttered remarks about it to herself. Realizing her flashlight is still on she clicks it off and stows it in her pack, slipping the book in after it and retrieving another one. Opening the new one she glances from it to the walls, continuing her slow walk. After a few moments she reaches the table of applications. Shaken out of her reverie, Annja glances down at them, automatically picking one up. Frowning slightly she peruses it, occasionally mumbling an answer out loud*
( Well this isn't your everyday castle decor )

Current Mood: lost

fiercefluffy.livejournal.com

A young man appears in the Sorting Room, in the way people often appear here: without warning. He carries himself with what modern prose might style a patrician bearing. This is for good reason. He is a patrician, the genuine article.

While he does not seem entirely surprised to find himself here, neither does he seem entirely prepared. For one, he's not dressed for Hogwarts. He wears a tunic and a toga over that, both white with a border of murex red-purple, the true Tyrian purple. If asked, he will stress that he wears this because of status, not age: though this is what younger boys wear, also all pontifices are entitled to the toga praetexta. He put on the plain toga virilis a few years ago, years that seem to him quite long, and only put it away for this when his uncle named him pontiff: a surprising honor, for one so young, only seventeen; and Octavian may be a little touchy about his age, these days. Properly speaking he ought to be the head of his family.

Properly speaking, he is the head of his family. But there is not very much that is proper about Octavian's house, these days, it seems to him.

He is lettered, quite solidly so, more so perhaps than his mother would like. However, he has never seen a quill pen before, being accustomed to the use of a stylus, and it does not occur to him immediately that this feather upon the table is meant for writing. The Dictaquill does its work. Octavian watches it with a slight widening of his eyes that quickly regulates itself to his normal set expression.

This place is as strange as he had expected.

( I can take care of myself. )

By now, the quill has demonstrated its purpose quite adequately. In mid-stroke, its movement is interrupted by Octavian, who grasps it and writes his name, neatly, in a smooth and well-schooled hand:

Gaius Octavian.

He writes it by habit, then crosses it out. Lately he has been given a new name.

Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus.

There. Better.

((And the non-IC app disclaimer:
"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. GJCO.
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. GJCO.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. GJCO.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. GJCO." ))

( here there be OOC notes )

Current Location: Sorting Room

wings-and-claws.livejournal.com

Application for Cyclona, Freeway II: Confessions of a Trickbaby

(Note: This application contains vague spoilers. Also lots of cursing.)

The lean teenage girl in sweatpants and a (blood?) stained white tank-top looked distinctly ill at ease in the sorting room. She ducked her head and hunched her shoulders, long hair hiding most of her face, but not her angry eyes.

"Hey, where is this?"

When the quill lifted at the sound of her voice, she jerked back in shock, pulling a knife from her waistband with a low growl. Spotting the application, she looked it over suspiciously.

( Is this my new life? )

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

Current Mood: restless

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Application for Amelia Pond (Doctor Who)

Unpopping of Cyclona

Application for Naomi Misora, Death Note

open to all replies: a flier posted outside the Great Hall

Application for Mello from Death note

::Open RP : Holiday Party at the Little Green Apple::

application for Beowulf (Gaiman and Avary's "Beowulf", in theatres now...)

application for Mr. Wednesday (American Gods)

Annja Creed; Rogue Angel books

application for Octavian (HBO's Rome)

Application for Cyclona, Freeway II: Confessions of a Trickbaby