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theregothedrums.livejournal.com

((The Master's video game preferences inspired by the wonderful Raven Aorla. Go read a few of her fics. The post will still be here when you get back, I promise!))

Even the Master needs a break from planning to take over the world, and video games were a welcome distraction. Once he'd found out about the computer room (Maddie had certainly been chatty, but in a far more useful manner than some human females) he'd sought it out right away, and had commandeered two of the systems. On one monitor, tiny computer sprites who worshiped him as a god were at war with each other, and on the other, a green scaly monster was rampaging through the complex city he'd spent the morning constructing. That was the most beautiful thing about building things up; getting to see them all come crashing down.

And, of course, playing video games required munchies. The box of truffles that lay so invitingly open on a nearby table otherwise occupied by... were those really dot matrix printers? had been quite tempting.

Really, too tempting. It wasn't until eating his third, which tasted of a fruit that had never set root in Earth soil, that he realized what a mistake he'd made. And by then it was far too late. Having been overcome by a rather giddy and voluble mood, he'd ignored one game and shut down the other in favor of the local intranet.

But you'll need to look to the comments to read what he had to say.

[[ETA: Yes, it's those sorts of chocolates. The ones that only the n00bs and the thrillseekers go near. Your choice of temporary magical effect!]]

herlivinglegacy.livejournal.com

Sephiroth, Sephiroth was not doing to well at all. He'd thought things over and over and over again, back and forth. He'd woken up that day after a dream wherein he'd recalled the way Hojo had spoken to him for the first time about Mother, said Jenova had died shortly after his birth. But how, how had she died? He had never told him that.

But she hadn't died, and that was just one lie that bled into two, and two became three until they were all spinning around his head and squeezing so tight like a vice grip around his psyche and it splintered, shattered and fell into pieces to be reconstructed again and again and again--spinning so much it made his head hurt.

Lies, lies, oh so many of them. Stacked up, not so neat, toppling over each other like a tower with the bottom support structures taken out, shaking hopelessly at the mere brush of a feather. Yes. No, it was no. Really lies. Lies.

Lies bread to hatred, and today he remember--remembered oh so many lies. It roiled up inside him and burst up, curled into a thick ball in his throat. He hated, hated, hated! And he was carried along in the current of this hatred that turned to madness in the spinning, spinning sensation, endless and everlasting.

He wanted it to stop, he always did, but to do that they needed to be stopped and anyone who stood in his way was fodder, fodder for his sword--Masamune so beautiful and faithful. Like Mother, Mother who lay amongst the stars, and look at them tonight before the early morning sun washed them all out of the sky. All his, every single one, he'd count them, name them but it would take aeons, aeons he had but could not bare to spend counting and counting and counting.

No, he wanted to destroy something. He wanted to fight, to release the edge in his chest and his throat. The spinning needed to be stopped, endless--hatred, oh so much.

(Yes, Sephiroth is having one of his more unstable days. He's violent, yes, but unpredictable and nonsensical--he could attack you but then he could just as soon beg you to make it stop. Being apart from the Lifestream for so long since arriving in Hogwarts has tipped him a little further over the edge.

Basically, Seph needs some comfort. Have at if you dare.)

eleventyrags.livejournal.com

The Doctor hadn't always loved Halloween, but on those worlds that celebrated it (or something like it) he definitely tried to join in the fun, if there was nothing overtly intent on re-enacting a favorite horror film but with real knives instead of rubber props. He supposed at Hogwarts there was no danger of this (and even if there was, the danger was minimized) and thus strolled confidently over the grounds, rambling until he came to a pile of rather gorgeous pumpkins. He stared at them a minute, then at the door they framed. A sign read:

Pumpkins, free to a good carver.

Candy within, Trick-or-Treaters welcome.

Any tricks resulting in broken glass will be met with a boot up someone's back end.

The last bit, he noted, was scrawled rather hastily in something that his mind wanted to read as Japanese, but his eyes were registering as English. The rest was in big, spiky, dramatic handwriting, with bats, cats, and pumpkins scribbled all over the place. It very nearly covered a plaque that read 'Professor Minaminaminamino." What a name. He grinned and ducked in.

( He realized what the sign meant about the boots when he saw the young girl sitting at one table. )

_{((OOC: I suck at making things short. Specify if you want River, Eleventy, or Kurama to play with, or be surprised <3 ))}

for-a-nickel.livejournal.com

As Mike backed through the door, his arms full of a large cardboard box, his first thought was that someone was playing an impressively bad practical joke. This was quickly dismissed, though, for two reasons. In the first place, he rather doubted even Ultra Car had the ambition to pull off turning the stockroom into a medieval castle, and in the second, he was pretty sure that most of the people at the store knew better than to target him if they felt prankish. It just wasn't worth it.

So that probably meant something weird was going on. Mike could handle that. Being abducted by aliens as a toddler, given super-human strength and endurance, and growing up to be part of a secret government taskforce to fight said aliens would do that to a person. Not to mention working retail. He dropped the box in a way that would probably have made several of his coworkers wince, and ambled over to look at the application. The quill skittered away from him, showing a remarkable sense of self preservation for a writing implement.

( Your mom allowed me to elucidate. )

I have read the

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

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

oh-artoo.livejournal.com

A (mostly) gold droid waddled into the sorting room and stopped in shock. This was most unfortunate, as a short and squat droid was right behind him and ran into his knees. "Artoo! Pay attention!" the tall droid snapped. R2-D2 whistled something at him that sounded both indignant and rude.

"No, I don't know where we are! This must be some mistake." Artoo whistled again. "No, I don't believe that stone is an appropriate building material for a Mon Calamari cruiser. Do I look like a starship engineer? We'll just have to ask somebody in charge. Come along, Artoo."

Threepio walked over to the table and picked up the application. "Look, Artoo, at least they left instructions."

( 'Artoo and I would be pleased to elucidate!' '...It means explain, Artoo.' 'Well, don't blame me for your malfunctioning dictionary!' )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _C-3P0 and R2-D2___________
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _C-3P0 and R2-D2__________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _I'm afraid neither Artoo nor I are wearing knickers, but in the event that we would be we promise not to bunch them__________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __Which world would that be?___________"

((C-3P0 and R2-D2 are taking two character slots.))

((Sorry for the delay; I had family come in unannounced from out of state. I've spent the last few days trying to convince my Trekkie cousin that Star Wars is cooler. No luck :())

eleventyrags.livejournal.com

Somewhere, in the vast and unquantifiable reaches of space, a Police Box turned slowly in the void. The interior, expanded through the powers of pocket dimension science and convenient narrative, was loud with the noise of industry.

The Doctor was preparing.

"Aaaall right," He spoke aloud, to the population of the TARDIS, pulling levers and turning knobs and looking busy in the way only a man who had to look like he knew what he was doing to keep everyone sane could.
"That should do it and if you two are ready," he spun from the console of the TARDIS, arms wide. "We are ready for Ri-oooh..." The Doctor's jovial voice died to something a little more along the lines of 'bloody hell what is this' and he reached into the inside pocket of his smart overcoat, pulling from within The (and the capitols here were important) Sonic Screwdriver.

This was not the TARDIS. As far as he knew, the TARDIS had never adopted an interior featuring heavily on the stone and drapery motif. The library came close, but having to account for the pool made things a little less gothic and a little more... well, library with a pool in. But that wasn't the point here.

The point was... that he didn't know what the point was. yet.

He scanned the room briefly with The Screwdriver and checked the reading with barely a glance. Earth, 2010 (not a year he wanted to be stuck in at the moment, though it seemed to be well after The Day of Great Importance) Scotland, but... somewhere not on the 'map' that The Screwdriver set itself by.

No indeed, not any part of Scotland he knew at all.

He stood still a moment, then pocketed The Screwdriver. Well, here he was, and here the room was, and he had no clue what was going on, but that, of course, would be easily fixed by careful and methodical planning.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, took a deep breath, and shouted.

"Hell-ooooooo? Would anyone be so kind as to tell me where I am?"

He waited.

He tried again.

"This is really kind of an inconvenience," he gestured to the wall that had been the TARDIS a few minutes ago. "I have an appointment with an attractive couple in the tropics and I really should get on to it. Hello?"

( It was then that he noticed the quill. )

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______

masteroftitans.livejournal.com

((WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS for Spartacus: Blood and Sand, season 1.))

A middle-aged man of unimpressive stature, dressed in the garments of a successful Roman and drenched in blood, appeared on the floor of the Sorting Room. After a moment, he stood up, looking around. There was supposed to be a river. And a ferryman. And a three-headed dog. But, there wasn't. There was only a strange room, without a trace of sand or blood anywhere. Except on his garments, which were drenched in it. His hand sought his neck as he took in his surroundings, lingering there a moment, and he frowned.

( Read more... )

redhead-temp.livejournal.com

Ok, this was just weird, even for her. Of all the bizzare places they could have landed, the Doctor landed them smack in the middle of a castle. Figures. His aim was always off when he piloted the TARDIS. It might travel through time and space, but precision was not it's strongest suit.

“I thought you said we were.. hey. Where are you?” Donna Noble turned around, startled to see she was alone and talking to a stone wall.

“Oh perfect,” she muttered, throwing her hands in the air. “Oi! Where’d you get off to, Spaceman?”

The sound of a quill scritching on parchment got her attention and Donna wandered closer.

( Always turn left )

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