[identity profile] grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com
Cards from Codex to:

ExpandFrancium. )

ExpandDieter. )

ExpandIgor. )

ExpandNemo. )

ExpandMarcus. )

ExpandSakon and Ukon. )




Gifts and such from Megan:

ExpandIgor! )

ExpandSage and Rat! )

ExpandMaddie! )

ExpandDean! )

ExpandRose! )




Valentine's presents:

ExpandBaron Harkonnen. )

ExpandJasper. )

ExpandDethklok. )

ExpandProfessor Homsar. )




Not-presents from Lee:

ExpandMethos. )

ExpandRaistlin. )

ExpandCastiel. )




Something confused from Sokka:

ExpandTy Lee? )

ExpandKurama and... Mr. Kurama? )




From Aayla, there are a bowl of fortune cookies under a tiny Christmas tree in the Gryffindor common room, with "Merry Christmas - From Aayla Secura" on the bowl. The fortune cookies are not cursed, drugged, or in any way tampered with--they just have happy messages inside.




From Santa Yoda:

ExpandTo R2-D2 and C-3P0: )

ExpandTo Rat: )

ExpandTo Tenel Ka: )

ExpandTo Coraline: )

ExpandTo Toki and the Shoggies: )

ExpandTo Dieter: )

((And because I think it's hilarious, the voices of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda from Star Wars: The Clone Wars did their own version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas this year. Obi-Wan, Cad Bane, and Ziro doing How The Grinch Stole Christmas last year was pretty fun, too!))
[identity profile] captian-smexy.livejournal.com
The Popcorn room shifted and with a resounding *bang* - another student returned to Hogwarts.

Captain Jack Harkness fell to the floor with a groan. He flopped over onto his back and examined the device strapped to his wrist. Before he could open it, he examined his hands. What the.. ?

"Grease? No.. butter?" He closed his eyes and called out, "If you were going to show me a good time, the least you could do was let me remember it!"

****edited, some threads are now nsfw because well, it is Jack after all!**))
[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
sequela@hogwarts.IntraNet.net posted:

Hello. How are you? I am new to Hogwarts and have some questions of the kind new people sometimes think and seldom have the opportunity to ask.

Do you like your House? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

Do you like Hogwarts? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

What is the funniest thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

What is the worst thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

Who is the handsomest man at Hogwarts? Who is the most beautiful woman?

Do you like cheese?

Thank you for your time.
[identity profile] steff-is-a-girl.livejournal.com
Steff had been reading the compy threads. And she thought that people should not be disappointed. She didn't know who this evil person was that the compy poster was talking about, but, hey, if ever opportunities to fuck with people presented themselves, Steff would be on them.

Which was why she now stood in the entrance hall, carrying a basket containing two large blue beach balls. She was also carrying a sword. Occasionally, as a house elf darted past, she would emit an evil laugh. Said laugh was not nearly as awesome as Lezard's, but it sufficed. At least it sent a few house elves screaming and backing away quickly.
[identity profile] ringo-raver.livejournal.com
Ryuk was bored.

This is never a good thing. This usually leads to Ryuk causing trouble of epic proportions.

As he’s stuck here, he can’t do anything hilarious like being an accomplice in genocide or anything like that, but he loves a bit of discord and bickering among the Hogwarts students. So he puts up a computer post:

Attention students!
Now is the time to nominate yourselves and your fellow students to answer this all important question:


Who has the best ass at Hogwarts?
Polls will be up May 30th, so get your entries in now!

[[OOC: By allowing your character’s name on this poll, you are giving OOC permission for Ryuk to take a picture of your character’s bottom between now and May 30th After much consideration, we decided it'd be lulzier if the MS Paint pictures were literal artist renditions of their asses. In other words, Ryuk drawing what he thinks Kuro's butt looks like. A mun playing a character who is nominating a character the mun him/herself doesn’t play must note OOC permission by the other mun that they can do so.]]
[identity profile] hot-german.livejournal.com
Just outside the doors of the Great Hall, Dieter Prohl hung a banner and set up a chair and small table. Wearing clothes for once, so as not to scare away potential takers, he sat under his banner with a good book and waited for his first customer.

FREE KISSES. OTHER SERVICES AVAILABLE ON REQUEST.
[identity profile] 400-years-young.livejournal.com
There was a pop, a wet splooosh, and John Amsterdam flopped on the floor in a buttery tidal wave. Naked and slimy, he groaned as he rolled himself onto his back. "I could have gone another 400 years without that," he said. As he stared at the stones in the ceiling and tried to collect his thoughts, a pair of bare legs entered his field of vision. The legs were cut off by a terrycloth towel, and John knew what he'd see if he kept looking up.

"Hey," he said to the German as Dieter bent down and offered him a different towel. "Do I know where this thing's been?" he asked.

"No," Dieter said.

"Perfect." John started to towel himself off. He dabbed off as much butter as he could, and for the sake of modesty, wrapped the towel around himself.

"It's good to see you back," Dieter said. The naked Ravenclaw twins were back, in original and with extra butter.

((John Amsterdam and Dieter Prohl are in the popcorn room together. Meta is intentional, as they're played by the same actor. Please let me know which one you're tagging to, of if it's for either one.))
[identity profile] nordic-stoic.livejournal.com
I wish there was a long, flowery description of why this was happening, but what it boils down to is this:

Sweden went to Admiral Zex's Diversity Hot Tub thing. Sweden said "s'nas r'b'tt'r." And Sweden headed in the direction of the sauna to prove his point.

With his clothes neatly folded up in the next room (and his glasses safely tucked in his pants pocket), Sweden wrapped himself up in a towel to make good use of the sauna.

God help him.
[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com
(To ensure complete and uncompromised anonymity, Lezard actually went to the trouble of typing this while disembodied. How could he type without fingers? The same way a ghost could move objects, perhaps. Ask the videogame programmers. Alternatively, ask Homsar or the Sorting Hat.)


Who is the gayest man in this school? I have some questions for him.
[identity profile] goodheadbadhead.livejournal.com
The man who appears in the Sorting Hall is rather . . . unusual. Not just because he appears to be missing the skin on his left side, either. It's the way he's arguing with himself that takes him from disturbing to surreal.

"--don't care if you wanted to, I'm not about to get us killed because you're a soft-hearted idiot!
"Just because I'm not willing to shoot innocents in the face doesn't mean I'm stupid, Harv, I'm just . . . what on Earth is this, now?"

They look around themselves, frown, and spot the paper.

"Oh, this is stupid.
"No kidding. Alright, what are the questions?"

ExpandWell, we weren't doing anything important . . . )
[identity profile] guy-from-mars.livejournal.com
Valentine Michael Smith was still grokking the great goodness that was Hogwarts, and humanity in general. His perceptions of all of these things were still a bit skewed, but his heart was in the right place.

He'd stumbled onto the computer lab, and, after watching a few discussions, he eventually decided he ought to start his own.

Consequently, a post appeared on the Hogwartsnet under the username "water_ brother":

Attention Hogwarts students!

These are truths I have discovered during my time among the peoples of Earth, most especially during my long sojourn with the giant squid, whose wisdom is beyond measure and who has taught me much of life. Would that I could introduce all of you to him, that you might grok him, in your own turn, with greater fullness:

God is love.
All sentient beings are capable of love.
You are a sentient being who is capable of expressing love.
Therefore, thou art God.

Why not express your own love to your fellow Hogwarts students? Use this space to say something nice to someone you have met. You need not sign your name, as I grok that makes some people uncomfortable.
[identity profile] cockneysplosive.livejournal.com
It had been early in the morning-2 or 3ish-when a man snuck into the Great Hall holding a broom and wearing an invisibility cloak he 'borrowed' from someplace. Using them both, he flew up to the rafters of the Great Hall. There he pulled something out of his pocket and secured it to the rafter, making it invisible in the process. He did this two more times, at different points of the Great Hall.

Having done that, Basher went back to bed.

Fast forward to lunchtime. Basher went there to get some lunch, and see if there were enough people in the room. Luckily, there were.

Opting to go straight into the kitchen, he ducked into a closet in there which had a wall adjacent to the Great Hall. Pulling out and putting on a gas mask, he pushed the trigger on the bombs.

There was no explosion, hell, there wasn't even a visible difference, unless you saw through magic goggles or something. But if you could, you'd be able to see aphrodisiac seep out from the bombs and over the Great Hall.

All right, hat. You wanted a sex bomb, you got one, Basher thought from his closet.
[identity profile] nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com
Very early on Friday morning, a team of house elves had begun construction of a large and gaudy pavilion, located just outside the window of the groundskeeper's hut. There was a lot of noise going on during this construction, which probably woke anyone currently sleeping in said gamekeeper hut.

Once the pavilion had been constructed, Amaranth swooped in to do some decorating. Soon, several picnic tables, all covered with plastic tablecloths, had been put into place. One table was designated for any food, and another would hold any gifts people would bring to the Turlough-Hagrid wedding reception.

The pavillion was large enough to give people room to move around--even to dance, if they should so choose. A karaoke machine had been set up in one corner, powered by magic. The food table contained a massive, three-layer wedding cake featuring likenesses of Turlough and Hagrid made out of chocolate, for those who had always hoped for an opportunity to bite off either of the grooms' heads, literally. One of the guests, Miranda binewski, had also brought scones, and there were, of course, other perennial wedding reception foods, such as homemade mints, a bowl of macadamia nuts, and both a relish and meat tray. Champagne had been provided for anyone who wished to imbibe. For the tetotalers, the house elves had made several pitchers of Crystal Lite. As with most large events at Hogwarts where food was offered, most of it was enchanted, though Amaranth had not realized this when she commissioned the food order from the house elves.

Amaranth looked around the gaily decorated pavillion and clapped her hands happily. True, Turlough and Hagrid hadn't wanted this marriage, but she was happy to help them celebrate in the best way she knew how.


((The scones were approved by Miranda mun in chat. As with all chocolate plots, the effects of the enchantments will vary according to what you want them to do, so have fun and be cracky. This RP is open to everyone, even if you don't know the characters in question, so feel free to have your character drop in without worrying about a pretext for them to do so.))
[identity profile] nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com
The following anonymous post appeared on the compy network.

For the purposes of curiosity...

If you want to play, let me know in a reply to this thread, and I will pick three people currently in attendance at Hogwarts.

Which would you have sex with?
Which would you marry?
Which would you kill, provided that there weren't a no-kill spell?


If anyone else wants to assign choices as well, that would be grand!


((Edited to fix the rules. The mun has never actually played this game herself.))
[identity profile] fw-darcy.livejournal.com
Fitzwilliam Darcy had been having a wonderful dream. He had wed his lovely Elizabeth and taken her away to Pemberley far, far from his new in-laws. She had become both mother and sister to Georgianna and helped heal the blow That Cad dealt his dear sister's heart. Bingley and Miss Jane were their frequent visitors; Miss Lydia Bennet had to be set down for some reason he couldn't quite remember, but Elizabeth, Jane and Georgianna between them had salvaged much of Miss Catherine Bennet's character through their kinship...

********POP!**********

Darcy awoke on a cold stone floor, clothing drenched in butter. He exclaimed in disgust and quickly shucked off his topcoat and blouse, which he then tried to use as a cleaning rag. Managing, of course, only to make matters worse (and slipperier).

He looked around the room, and recognized the heraldic tapestries on the wall. Ravenclaw. Gryffindor. This is Hogwarts. Darcy remembered being here before, but it all seemed as a dream, a dream that was fast slipping away from his mind...

((Hi ho! Laura Palmer-mun here, back at last from hiatus, and unpopping my exact same previous Mr. Darcy from the '95 P&P miniseries with Colin Firth. He remembers the Basic Hogwarts Setup but not much of his experiences here, since most of the chars he met before are popped now. For simplicity's sake we'll say this is chronologically well after Zombie Hunter Lizzy departs the Popcorn Room. Come say howdy to the poor mortified gent!))
[identity profile] kingbandit.livejournal.com
Boys, regardless of their origin, are drawn to trouble like moths to a candle flame. In his explorations of the grounds and nearby towns, Jing came across some foods that promised great entertainment. While collecting them had been quite entertaining (getting around some of the anti-theft charms had proven quite fun), he wasn't quite willing to try them himself. He had seen food offered in the Great Hall before and that gave him an idea.

He set out the collected items, some sweets, some savories, all with various enchantments on them, buffet style and took a seat over in a corner with a sandwich he'd purloined from the kitchen, free from the enchantments set on the other foods, to watch.

((OOC: as stated above, all the food is enchanted, your choice with what and what you get. Jing is available for RP or ignore him, as you like))
[identity profile] maid-brienne.livejournal.com
Brienne was feeling restless. The day had been cold and dreary, and despite her general resiliency, she was fighting off a cold. Which was not stopping her from working out as usual, now that she could do so from her house's common room.

She'd borrowed the karaoke machine often found at various Hogwarts parties, and with the help of the ubiquitous and helpful house elves had set up a playlist of workout music. She didn't particularly care about genre, as long as it had a recognizable beat and an up tempo.

This was why, on this particular afternoon, anyone passing the Gryffindor common room would be treated to the musical stylings of Aqua. Brienne was fairly certain that she wasn't a Barbie girl, nor did she know what the benefits in telling Dr. Jones to wake up now were.

The music, however, was infectious, and she would spend the rest of the day with Aqua's greatest hits playing in her head. But that was neither here nor there. For now, she was enjoying the workout, and the door to the common room was open to get fresh air circulating and to invite company should anyone be tempted to join her in her workout.

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