[identity profile] onefootinhades.livejournal.com
Well he had to find out about the deal eventually didn't he. Dean didn't know all of the details of what went down between Sam and Crowley but right now he's more concerned about why. But once he figured out where his brother was, he was going to make sure that every little thing was explained to him.
[identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
PoKer niGHt at RavENclaw BaR!
TwICe a mOnTH

The fliers weren't the most expertly drawn, or lettered for that matter. But that's what Bobby got for hiring out some of the house elves to do the work. Things had gotten quiet at Hogwarts, even too quiet for the hunters to stand without getting too restless.

Back home, Bobby had hosted a poker game for any and all hunters within the state at least two or three times a month. Now that Dean was back and getting settled in, he felt like it was time to start that tradition up again.

So he sent out the house elves with fliers directing any interested parties towards Ravenclaw bar. It had been properly stocked with enough beer and liquor, as well as food. There were tables set up with poker chips and cards, enough for more than a few to start up their own games.
[identity profile] onefootinhades.livejournal.com
Dean didn't even remember passing out, or falling asleep. In fact, there was a lot he didn't remember. Why he was in a room surrounded by popcorn and covered in butter might have been at the top of the list, but there was a rather large blank spot in his memory that was worrying him.

Grunting in disapproval and brushing a few stray pieces of popcorn off of his lap and started to get to his feet. Unfortunately Dean hadn't anticipated just how slippery all that butter had made everything and soon found himself back on the floor. After several unsuccessful attempt to stand Dean started to get a little frustrated.

"Oh come on! Seriously?"
[identity profile] i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com
His search for Sam had turned up nothing so he decided to send a couple owls to Cas and Bobby, and go grab the bull by the horns so to speak.

Note to Cas and Bobby: Sam's missing, not sure where the hell the kid went. I'm going to confront Crowley. One of you find that green skinned bastard and make him tell you what he said to Sam. Some one else go look for him.

He's in trouble....
[identity profile] low-key-angel.livejournal.com
Voices were heard in the Sorting Room well in advance of their arrival.
“.. c’mon. I’m alive again, we should celebrate. You, me, a bottle of tequila, white sandy beaches..”

The woman laughed lightly, “Sorry sweetie. I’m spoken for.”

Gabriel, renegade archangel and Trickster extraordinaire touched down in the Sorting Room. He looked marginally impressed. “Really? Now you’ve gotta spill. Who’s the guy that managed to sweep you off your feet?”

“Bye Gabriel. I’d say behave, but you and I both know better. See ya around.”

He examined his pocket, pulling out what looked suspiciously like a can of diet orange soda. Relieved that the illusion was still in place, Gabriel tucked it away again. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned up a candy bar before sauntering over to the table where the dictaquill hovered expectantly.

Okay, kids. I can play along )
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
(( OOC: The CWB event is going so well! Everyone is being awesome and now it's time to wrap it up. We definitely have enough attackers, with enough luck, to defeat the bear. Since we have so many separate fight threads going on but there is only one Canadian Weasley Bear, we thought we should bring it all together. To avoid getting hung up on posting order, here's how it will work:

One of the fighters posts a comment
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The Hat account replies for the Bear
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Any other fighter replies to that Bear comment
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The Hat account replies again for the Bear
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Any other fighter replies to that comment

Etc, until we think the Bear has been vanquished! This way we keep it all in one thread, but we also avoid getting stalled by posting order. The Bear will be played with speed by mods who've subscribed to the thread, so that there won't be a lag on the Bear's side. Make sense? If not, give us a shout. ))

Scores thus far, in order of success: )

***
our story thus far!!! )

Time to take this ginger menace down.
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
The dome was supposed to be indestructable. Hat magic trumped almost every power known to man or god, here on the Hat's turf.

Yet there was a creature the Hat was known to fear.

The Canadian Weasley bear.

In which the Canadian Weasley bear is discussed )

It started by attacking the dome — the last place the scent of the other bear's pelt could be detected. (Elric had given the pelt to Ariane Emory as a superlatively romantic Valentine's Day gift. Ari, learning of its origin, hadn't wanted it around any longer, and stashed it within the dome. Ironically, she'd done so in the belief the impregnable and invulnerable dome would be the safest place to hide such an artifact.)

Spiders poured from the bear's mouth in an unending stream. Some skittered through the gash the bear's claws were tearing in the dome.

Where was Elric of Melniboné, whose Stormbringer might stand a chance against the Canadian Weasley bear? Where was Ariane Emory, who could've deduced what the bear was after?

in which it is explained why Stormbringer is unavailable to save the day )

The Hat Shore cast was on its own. They would have to fend off the Canadian Weasley bear. They couldn't die trying, thanks to the protective enchantments on the Hogwarts grounds, but any close encounter with a Canadian Weasley bear could get ugly pretty quickly in painful and nightmarish ways exclusive of death.

Conveniently, Kojiro was nowhere to be seen ...

((OOC note: The Canadian Weasley bear / TerrorBear can be written as an NPC in any of the Hat Shore contestants' tags. As with Yoda Boot Camp, when attacking the Canadian Weasley bear, go to random.org and use the number generator on the front page, 1 to 100, on the subject line of each first event post for your character. This determines the success of your attack or tactic, on a scale from 1 = complete failure and your character taking damage from a bear counterattack, to 100 = critical hit with impunity.

Try not to KO the bear immediately, so everyone who wants to play can have a chance :) Creative and/or amusing tactics are welcome, along with involvement from dropbears and tree octopi. Small fires will erupt in the bear's footprints, and the bear will continue to drool spiders until KOed.

If the Hat Shore cast doesn't collectively manage to stop the bear, Something Else will happen. If they do manage to stop the bear, Something Magical will happen.

Live broadcast will be shown in the Great Hall. Characters capable of escaping the castle to attack the bear from outside the dome may do so. The rest should remain indoors since the Hat will have battened down the proverbial hatches and raised an alarm.))
[identity profile] lorne-host.livejournal.com
The house elves had been busy most of the afternoon posting fliers, or simply leaving them in stacks on the tables in the Great Hall.

Karaoke Night at the Little Green Apple!
Sing a song and get a reading! Are you on the right path? Come find out!
Drink specials courtesy of La Fee Verite, music and readings courtesy of Lorne


No Barry Manilow, please.

It had been a long time since Lorne had done more than a few select readings for people, and when he was honest with himself, he missed it. He missed those nights in Caritas when the music was electric, the psychic energy crackling and the drinks.. well the drinks were always stellar. He always paid for the best bartenders in L.A. that dealt with demonic clientele.

After clearing it personally with the owner and obtaining her blessing as well as a promise to deliver some impressive drink specials, Lorne geared up for a good night of music, song and maybe a helpful reading or three. That night, he sat on the stool beside the karaoke machine, flipping through the song list and humming to himself, the first of many Seabreezes in hand.

((Just like Lorne’s sorting – if you’d like a reading to pertain to something you have planned for your character in either game or canon, please message me. Otherwise I’ll make it up as I go!))
[identity profile] i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com
Dean had sat there with the beer in his hand at Ravenclaw bar for the last hour, he had sipped it and he had been trying to get his nerve up to go to Cas' room. He needed to talk to the angel after their most recent night of drinking.

Finally he just snagged a house elf and wrote a note on a bar napkin.

Hey, need to talk.

It's Dean.
[identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
After the raw emotions of that afternoon Bobby was grateful for Death for her suggesion that he and the  boys spend some time together. He had missed spending time with them, and now that Dean was liberated from that bizzare-as-hell reality show, they certainly had cause to celebrate.

He arrived over in Ravenclaw’s bar first and found a comfortable corner table. It was one the hunters had taken over regularly during their outings to the bar. A tray full of cold beer was waiting for Sam, Dean and Castiel to arrive.

“Hey Bobby,” Sam said with a grin, the first to show. He clapped the hunter on the shoulder, happy to see him out again. He also had a few causes to celebrate; Death’s promise to intervene and keep him and Adam out of the cage, and a lovely blonde girl by the name of Sookie Stackhouse. “Where’s everyone else?”

“You know you brother, he’s always runnin a little late,” he said with a grin, passing a beer over to the younger man. “You seem pretty chipper lately.”

His grin widened. “I’ve had good reason to be.”

“Cryptic ass.”

[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
Hat Shore party planning had ended up falling mostly into the hands of a couple of contestants, along with set designer Jherek Carnelian. These 'couple' of contestants were actually the Shoggies and Beowulf, who'd squelched and shouted their way toward transforming Hat Shore into a strange Under The Sea experience.

the lagoon )

the musical stylings of the Shoggies )

refreshments )

CAKETOWN )

the Lonely Hearts Club: speed-dating amidst the battle fog )

And so, on the night of Feb. 14th, Hat Shore's doors were opened to the whole of Hogwarts for the festivities.
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
Clearly, the residents of Hat Shore needed something to do to keep from getting restless, much like a giant hamster ball. But once the idea of shoving everybody into a giant hamster ball had been nixed, the next best thing had been arranged: a boot camp! It would get everybody out into the open air, give everyone a chance to burn off energy, and provide a good laugh to all and sundry.

Being a wise and all-knowing and general busybody of a Hat who could indeed read minds while Sorting (even if it liked talking for talking's sake), the Hat had the perfect candidate in mind to be drafted into its fun. A few consultations were made, owls were exchanged, and Yoda, former Grand Master of the Jedi Order, found himself in charge of Hat Shore's Boot Camp.

Hat Shore goes to camp. Not a happy camp. )

((Yoda will be available upon request--please note so in the subject line of your reply.

In order to pick a winner, the mods request that participating contestants go to random.org and use the number generator on the front page, 1 to 100, on the subject line of each first event post for your character. We will be operating on an honor system. At 11 p.m. US Eastern time on Wednesday, February 9, the mods will be totaling up the numbers and determining the winner thusly. Any further IC interactions--races, dueling, etc.--should be handled as usual, with communication between players to determine what, if anything, they wish to happen.

Have fun with each other and the environment!))
[identity profile] lorne-host.livejournal.com

A somewhat confused demon stood in the middle of the Sorting Room. His brilliant green skin, red horns and eyes contrasted sharply with the well tailored pale blue shirt and lemon yellow suit that he wore. He looked around and groaned. “Jumping Judas on a pogo stick, a castle? Isn’t this all a little, you know, cliché? I swear if the Powers sent me somewhere I can’t get my hands on a decent Seabreeze, I’m going on strike. Ya’ll can call Miss Cleo from now on.”

Test? Can't I just hum a few bars? )

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