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((This app contains spoilers for some current Marvel stories, including New X-men, Messiah Complex, and World War Hulk. Be warned!))

( How Megan came to Hogwarts, cut for spoilers and length. )

But she was here now! She fluttered into the Sorting room on pastel butterfly-like wings: a short Welsh girl with unnaturally large black eyes, pointed ears, and a green bicycle helmet secured over black-and-pink hair. She was flying a little lower than she would have liked, weighed down by a large pink duffel bag and thick coat.

"Hello?" she called. "I was wondering if I could pick up an application to learn magic. I couldn't find any forms online or a fax number or even a phone number to reach you at, so you might want to look into that in the future so that people don't have to go flying all 'round the place looking for the school and--oh." She flew over to the table and picked up the application, skimming through it silently and making faces.

"You've got a weird application, did you know that?" Still, it didn't stop her from pulling out a clicky-pen and filling it out.

( This isn't even English! And there's a LOT of words!! And you're MEAN! )
"So can I stay? Please? Oh, and do I have to take a vow of silence?" She looked worried at that prospect.

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

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: "Learn to Fly," Foo Fighters

kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com

Tamaki had missed his birthday! Finding himself in a strange castle covered in butter had confused his time perception, a little; he hadn't even realised it was April.

However, he'd found his way to the local village and bought himself several boxes of chocolate, most of which he'd eaten in a fit of dramatic self-pity. No one had contacted him! Not Kyouya, or his precious Haruhi, or the twins or Honey or Mori. He'd waited in vain for the Ootori private police to storm the castle and bring him back to Ouran, where he'd be greeted by hundreds of squealing fangirls desperate to see his beautiful face once more.

(The disturbing thing is that he has genuine reason to believe this would happen.)

But dramatic fits of self-pity are wasted when there's no one to watch them, and he doesn't have Honey-sempai's ability to consume vast amounts of sugar. So he leaves the last box on a table in the Great Hall, for whoever would like some.

((OOC: This is a chocolate plot! If your character takes a chocolate, they will experience some bizarre magical side-effect that you decide. They may find themselves gender-swapped, turned into children, able to communicate only in song, bright purple, or some outlandish combination of all the above. The sky's your limit!))

edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

((OOC notes: There are two assignments to this lesson, the first above the cut, the second hidden behind it.

Anyone can join, even if you didn't sign up, so if after reading this post, you want to reply, go for it. As with most classes, if you want Kusuriyuri's attention, please include that in the subject line of the reply. Since Kusuriyuri is Japanese [and very much so], he talks in a rather passive, convoluted and understated way. If you need me to "translate" it in replies, please include an OOC asking for such and I'll be glad to do it for you. I do know that sometimes it can be off-putting, not being sure how to respond.
( Cultural context, if you want to read it )

Kusuriyuri examined his class. He was more familiar with one on one teaching. This group effort seemed to him a bit less focused than necessary for the students to gain the information they needed. But, this was the method that the books, when he'd finally found the library, suggested.

Students may notice odd pieces of paper adorning the walls. The paintings and the ghosts still make him uneasy so he feels better with 札 fuda, wards, on the walls. If they do not react, there are no mononoke around. It is wiser to be prepared and warned than taken unawares.

Greetings, I am Kusuriyuri. I look forward to working with you. It was requested that you consider the meanings of form and substance for this lesson. Please, write the meaning you have derived on the paper before you. When you are finished, please turn the paper over.

( Kusuriyuri waits for the students to complete their task. )

drunkexguardian.livejournal.com

"Oh, goddammit." The words sounded more pissed than surprised. The woman who had just appeared in the Sorting Room smelled strongly of blood and beer, and when she pushed back the hood of her cloak enough to take in her surroundings her face looked severely annoyed.

"Hm." She pulled up a lock of hair to examine it. Currently--though it would have been hard to tell, cloaked and hooded as she was in her burgandy cloak and dress--she looked almost exactly as she had after her... incident... twenty years ago: long, curly red hair without a hint of gray, blue eyes with no crow's feet accentuating them, and looking for all the world like a woman in her mid-twenties. She frowned. Isn't that interesting. So this probably wasn't anywhere that could technically be called "the real world," then. Out there, she looked older.

She saw the parchment on the room's table, shrugged, and walked over to take a look. As she walked, her feet (bare but for burgundy wrappings, which also adorned her hands and arms) never once touched the room's floor, instead seeming fixed about an inch above the ground.

( Sie müssen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)/ damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen )

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

((Yes, she's a fallen guardian angel. Her canon says: "There is something of the divine about [Lee]. But rather than suffusing [her], it hangs over [her] like a shroud." Therefore, anyone with the ability to sense that sort of thing has the go-ahead to do so without asking me.))

Current Mood: grouchy
Current Music: "Engel," Rammstein

we-shall-see.livejournal.com

“—an American spy? Go fuck yourself, you fucking child,” Gust shouts, not at the top of his lungs, he isn't that upset (but oh, is it a close call) gesturing with the screw driver he’d just used to smash in his superior officer’s window for the second time since failing to be given the Helsinki job, and on turning, finds himself...

Elsewhere. This is obviously not the office where he is soon to no longer be employed. It’s probably the Russians. (It’s always the Russians.)

The first thing he sees is a questionnaire. And why not? Not like there’s anything better to do when you’re abducted by Russian technology. Logically he knows that they cannot possibly have teamed up with Star Trek to pull this kind of stunt... but that’s his story, and for now, for comfort’s sake, he’ll go with it.

( I'm not a spy. )

wolfram-jyari.livejournal.com

The Christmas Disaster left Wolfram without his present and his revenge, but it did leave him with a mission. And although technically the Maou requested it was Wolfram who must hand-out curry to the students at Hogwarts, Wolfram had been the only person around to hear it. So, naturally, he made Yuuri help him too.

Wolfram had not relished the idea of cooking for the school populace, which was mostly comprised of wax-tongued humans who would most likely not appreciate it. But with the school population being suddenly depleted, the blond felt much more encouraged about the level of labor facing him. After waking Yuuri up for the early hour (how could it be comfortable sleeping halfway on the floor, with only your arm tangled in the covers? Wolfram would never understand his fiancé) he marched over to the kitchen to start fixing curry. He had been taught by Jennifer-san herself, so naturally he would be an expert!

After the third (minor) explosion, Yuuri’s distressed expression led the House Elves to offer a helping hand. Thus, Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld turned back from the green pepper he was grating to discover he was much further along then he had thought. In fact, he was finished!

And to think, chefs wanted to be paid.

( Maou Curry for the NOT Homeless, BUT Displaced (Will Not Contain Maou) )

cosmicteddy.livejournal.com

There was something amazingly soothing about libraries, even magical ones. It was nice to have a place like this to return to, after flinging around the Universe a few times and making it, in general, a better place. Michael was an exceedingly busy person, but he made time for Hogwarts and the library. He needed breaks like this. Managing cosmos was stressful work; managing books... less so. And besides, it occupied his mind so that he didn't worry needlessly about his students being away on missions. It was pointless to worry. What would be, would be.

Currently Michael was stacking books, and he did it the human way. It was such a wonderfully normal thing to do, and he took some pride and pleasure in it. Michael had never been human, so this was refreshingly new.

Young Matilda sat as usual in her big chair and devoured one thick book after another, while her furby slept by her feet. Michael knew better than to disturb her, and instead only smiled to himself. Having a happy human being there (better yet, a happy child), was like having a little personal heater or a nightlight in the library. In this strange and bizarre environment, she knew exactly who she was and what she liked. Angels always approved of humans like that.

Michael had put out a plate of assorted pastries on a table, hoping it would bring some students to the library. (All the books had, practically enough, been placed under enchantments to make sure they weren't going to get spilled on... Michael was new at the librarian job, but he did know a few things.) He also had plenty of tea. Somehow, he was under the impression that he was expected to drink a lot of tea.

((Feel free to drop by and bother Michael! Since he's powerful, it's more than likely that he'll know your character's name without them telling him, but that's all. He won't confess to knowing anything else about them without mun permission, to avoid godmodding.))

brainy5.livejournal.com

Most of the classrooms in this ~~alleged~~ school seemed to be empty. This suited Brainiac Five perfectly well, because it meant he could take one over for his own purposes. Which did not, at the moment, include Legion business, but had involved several angry notes on chalkboards like 'PHYSICS DOES NOT WORK LIKE THAT' and 'MY SOUL FOR A FUNCTIONING INTEGRATED CIRCUIT.'

He hadn't bothered to erase them yet. They made the room look... lived in.

It was just like him, Brainy considered in his more philosophical moments, not only to end up a thousand years in the past but in the one place on Earth that was even further behind than that.

At the moment, he had a project that was only vaguely filling him with rage: trying to create a transmatter gate with found materials. Thus far, he'd managed... a wooden ring, sufficiently large enough, on a slightly raised platform. Everything else was being problematic. "Note to self: magical power sources don't appear to conform to standard electrodynamic rules. Please see board note #1 whenever this is in doubt."

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.

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

I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: curious
Current Music: Gyakuten Meets Orchestra - Turnabout Sister's Theme

ingenius-evil.livejournal.com

((Totes meant to do this forever and a half ago. Might as well do it now while he's the only muse I got!

Technically speaking, here, Zim has not been popcorned - mun ownership has transferred over, is all. I'm going the whole popcorn amnesia route, however, becau~use it's easier to explain the time gap since the last mun used him, and... Okay, I'm just too lazy to read old roleplays. Consequentially, Zim remembers showing up at Hogwarts and the concept of it - fuzzily so - but he doesn't remember anything else that has happened.

This is also WAY backdated to before Evan Ferguson's application, because... Zim kind of showed up there. Continuity wut. Okay, and if that's enough OOC-mumbo jumbo for you yet, onward!))

( So strong my face is/You punch break fingers/Kick me you're limping/Stab me you're bleeding/I am be dangerous now/You throwing rock at me/Hit eye and it no hurt me/I'm strong/You're not/You're not/I'm making time for fighting/I'm clearing time for hitting/We'll meet and I will beat you/Our schedules permitting/I pick out fighting outfit/Don't want my pants too tight/Need clothes to breath to beat you/You'll be beaten down tonight )

Current Mood: irritated
Current Location: Popcorn Room Hallways
Current Music: Dethklok - Face-Fisted

computerwizkid.livejournal.com

With a small bang of displaced air, a twelve-year-old girl appeared, carrying what might have been a laptop computer, if laptops had eyestalks and jointed legs. She looked around, an increasingly annoyed expression on her face, and groaned.

“Definitely not the Crossings,” Dairine sighed, and opened the cover of the computer. “Spot? Could you show me the transit routine? Something went wrong.” Obediently, the computer displayed a complex diagram, and the girl sat down with the laptop in her lap to examine it. “Nah, looks alright. Any idea where we are?” Again, the requested data displayed itself. The girl frowned.

Scotland? How in heck had she ended up in Scotland? She shouldn’t have been anywhere near Earth! She’d never messed up a transit like this, especially not with Spot’s help. Her dad was going to kill her, followed by Nita, and possibly Tom and Carl, if she didn’t die of embarrassment, first. Sker’ret, who she was supposed to be meeting, would probably die laughing.

Closing the lid of the computer, she looked around again, and picked up an application, examining it. With a shrug, she pulled a ballpoint pen out of her pocket and began to fill it out.

( Where the heck am I? )

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

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Application: Megan "Pixie" Gwynn, New X-men

Open RP: Chocolate plot!

Class: Divination

Application: Liandra ("Lee"), Fallen Angel comics

Application; Gust Avrakotos; Charlie Wilson's War

Open RP: Free Yuuri Curry!

Open RP: In the Library.

The best science is MAD SCIENCE (Open scene)

Application for Mia Fey, Phoenix Wright / Gyakuten Saiban game series

CURSE YOU, SNACKS. CURSE YO~OU. (Unpopcorning of Zim (and now GIR!)/Open RP)

Application: Dairine Callahan, Young Wizards series