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gamerspy.livejournal.com

Well, that was the last time he was going to try reasoning with a bunch of angry Japanese men with guns. Matt felt surprisingly unscathed, considering, and a quick pat-down proved that everything of any importance - pack of smokes, Nintendo DS, wallet, gun - was present and accounted for.

Huh.

Now he had to figure out how the hell he'd got from Tokyo to... somewhere weirdly reminiscent of Wammy's House back in England, but BIGGER, much bigger. And older. A converted castle to the orphanage's converted church, perhaps? It was warm enough to suggest central heating, but he didn't see any signs of electrical plugs... a heritage site? Matt pulled out a cigarette and lit it, glancing about the room. Spotting a sheet of paper and a quill (?!) Matt went to investigate.

( Since when were you allowed such big guns...? )

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

apex-raptor.livejournal.com

((Jurassic Park III incarnation. As I don't want him to be instantaneously popcorned again, he won't attack unless A) he's provoked, and B) you give me permission to have him (try to) munch on your character. Feel free to come meet the confused dino. :D I'm probably heading to bed soon, but I'll reply within a few hours.))

There was a loud thump and clatter as the buttery raptor found himself on a cool stone floor, upside-down, pale belly vulnerable. He gave an indignant screech and promptly righted himself, tail lashing as he raised his head to scent the air. The stench of something utterly alien overwhelmed his senses, making him feel disoriented as he slowly stood and cautiously moved through the room.

Approaching six feet tall and roughly three times as long, he was a bit bulky as raptors went, large even by Isla Sorna standards, with its genetically engineered dinosaurs; he'd evolved from the original InGen raptor sisters. Splotches of red and orange broke up the dark pattern of his skin, and narrow white stripes that ran from his snout to his tailtip, as well as a crown of quill-like spines, clearly distinguished him as a male of the species a certain paleontologist had once said were smarter than dolphins, smarter than primates.

Perhaps it wasn't undue praise. Far from being a mindless killer, within his eyes was a fierce intelligence, demonstrated in the way he methodically investigated his surroundings, all of his senses working to take in and process information. He paused near one of the many kernel-containing glass cases, rubbing his snout against it until he lost interest and moved on. There was much to explore, to discover, and... remember.

He had vague, jumbled memories of being here before, of sprinting through dank corridors and garishly bright rooms; outside in the bitter cold air, through the woods, branches reaching out like arms—a shack, humans, fresh meat...

The slimy coating of butter was compromising his footing, forcing him to crouch lower than usual as he steadily made his way toward the door of the Popcorn Room. Tentatively, he called out for his packmates with a series of low vocalizations, then started to make sharp, resonant sounds that were a cross between chirping and growling. He listened to the echo of his own voice, and wondered if this time he might receive a response.

Current Mood: anxious
Current Location: Popcorn Room

dinosaurman.livejournal.com

There was an unending supply of dusty, musty, unused classrooms in the Hogwarts castle, which was a good thing, really. If the room was dirty to begin with, nobody would care if you set loose a bunch of animals and students. Nobody was worried about the animals, though. Furbies were neat creatures. It was the students that were bound to mess everything up.

The cages were set up in the front of the classroom, with instructions on how students would receive their pets written on the chalkboard.

( Group info under the cut )

Dr. Chance Silvey was set up by the furby cages with a quill to record who got what furby and take attendance. When everyone had sat down with their furby, the lecture began.

( It's a lecture. Of course it's boring. )

((Some resources on furbies can be found here, here and here. (Check out the last one for a furbish-to-English dictionary and some common furby behaviors.) Here are some ideas of what your furby could look like. Comment notification will be off, so if you need assistance from Dr. Grant or Dr. Silvey, please make a note in the comment line. You can pick out a Furby and head to your group under the assumption that Chance has signed out to you the Furby of your choice. Characters not on the sign-up sheet are still welcome to join.))

tomowildcat.livejournal.com

Later on, it would come as no surprise to anyone that Tomo had started the fight.

The entire thing started out innocently enough, of course. It was a chilly but beautiful afternoon at Hogwarts; it had snowed early in the morning, and all around there was a new layer of freshly-fallen snow. Now the clouds were parting and the sun was starting to come out. The conditions were perfect for anyone who wanted to play in the snow.

Or, if you were Tomo, ambushing the unwary. Like Jaime, for example, who was headed towards the courtyard outside the Great Hall. He was distracted, as usual, and had yet to notice that Tomo was lying in wait with a small stockpile of snowballs.

Then he came into range, and Tomo let fly the first volley with a "GOTCHA!"

...unfortunately, her aim was a bit off.

Which meant that the next person who stepped out into the cold would have a snowball flying at their head.

((Open RP to anybody who wants to get in on the fight - or RP snow hijinks elsewhere and comment on the stupid from afar. Feel free to dodge and especially to retaliate. Go crazy! Jump in WHEREVER YOU WANT! It's up to you if you get hit by a stray snow missile!

This is also a snow mingle post for those who are going to avoid the snow-pelting crazies. Just start a new thread if you feel the urge.))

((OOC ETA: Right now, it appears to be Tomo and Richard with Ed helping against everybody else - ICly, Richard is keeping out of sight, though.))

tomatohacker.livejournal.com

Ed did not know that time went by fast! Ed missed Christmas! But Ed is paying attention now, and Ed is talking to everyone on the radio!

Ed is playing this song first, because Ed likes to be alive too!

[[Bee Gees, 'Staying Alive']]

Ed heard this song while Ed was playing on Tomato. Ed feels bad for the little brother.

[[Art Brut, 'My Little Brother']]

Ed has a letter! It says "From Strong Sad: A tale of woe and misery from someone who understands true hardship the way I do: My Keyboard Got Damaged, by Wesley Willis". Ed will play that for Strong Sad now!

Ed has another letter! It says "I just like this song". [[Depeche Mode, 'a pain that i'm used to']]

Ed was on Tomato once, and Ed saw a bunch of pretty ballerinas dancing, and Ed found the song they were dancing to. Ed will play that song now!

[[Nanne Gronvall, 'Hall Om Mig'. This is the video with the 'pretty ballerinas' Ed was referring to: Princess Tutu-Hold Me Now.]]

Oh hi, Charlie-person!

I wish you hadn't said that Ed, now I'm contractually obligated to play a Dethklok song.

Ed will pick one!

Um...

[[Dethklok, Murmaider]]

Ed doesn't get that song.

That's because it's intended for fish, Ed.

Oh. Why is Charlie-person here?

Ch-I'm here because I had a request, and I was close enough to the radio room to submit it in person. I wanted to hear Vater Unser, by E Nomine.

Ed, there's another request.

Ed wants to read the letter! Misa-Misa wants to hear "Sounds Expensive" by Stephin Merritt lyrics

Ed wants to play one more song, then Ed and Tomato and Charlie-person are going to go play!

Ed, no, I don't...

[[The Phantom of the Opera, 'All I Ask of You']]

Ed, why don't you and Tomato play. Someone should stay in case there are anymore requests.

Okay, Charlie-person! *sounds of someone leaving*

*muttered* Couldn't she pick something less saccharine?

charlesofdensen.livejournal.com

Since all of them missed Christmas, their gifts were rather late, but still, the thought counted.

( Ofdensen's owl to Nathan, Pickles, Toki, and Skwisgaar )

( Ofdensen's owl to Maia )

( Ofdensen's owl to Aayla, delivered by the last young raven )

( Soichiro's owl to Misa )

( Ed's owl to Lola )

( George's owl to Ray )

( Wishbone's owl to Dief and Fraser )

( Phoenix's owl to Pearl )

papayagami.livejournal.com

Right before Christmas (which honestly, is a bad time for this to happen), nine people went missing. They did not become popcorn, or get lost in Hogwarts, they just vanished.

All nine of them had ended up in some different plane of existence filled with a maze of mirrors, the objective being to fuck with their heads.

On their return to Hogwarts, they were surprised to find that while only minutes had passed for them, days had passed in Hogwarts, and it was now the eighth of January.

And now for the individual reactions!

Charles Ofdensen was indifferent at first, but soon got haunted by a white haired man in a blue suit, poker face never revealing if Ofdensen knew said man. At first he took this in stride, but as it got on his nerves, he punched a mirror. Good thing he reappeared over in the Hospital Wing. But now his hand hurts and he missed so many days.

KOS-MOS tried to destroy all the mirrors. The last shot ended up taking out a tree in the Forbidden Forest.

( Soichiro Yagami, mild spoilers for the movie version )
George St. Bartleigh, in a fit of ADD, got distracted by seeing many reflections, and actually was mildly disappointed to find himself back at Hogwarts.

Ed and Tomato didn't even notice until the very end. Ed was teaching Tomato more smilies. At any rate, they ended up in the WART room. (WART coming soon)

Archie Kennedy was also left mildly shaken by the mirrors, for they liked to take pleasure in showing Jack Simpson to him.

Turlough just kept wandering around until he found himself back at Hogwarts.

Wishbone thought his reflections were other dogs, and kept barking at them until he became hoarse.

Phoenix Wright, actually, doesn't remember what happened. He did end up in the popcorn room again, so he just assumed that he popped and unpopped.

[OOC: I LIVE! Open RPs for all, owls and WART forthcoming ~~once I figure out who sends to who~~

mysticpearls.livejournal.com

((Pearl is from the Nintendo DS game series. She is taken from right after Phoenix Wright: Justice For All but before Trials and Tribulations since the mun figures she won't finish the third game before the spring semester starts. Permission has been obtained from Phoenix-mun, of course.))

March 24, 2018
3:30 PM
Gatewater Hotel Courtyard... or is it?

A large blue ball bounces into the Sorting Room. It's just a child's ball, really - the only distinctive feature is the Steel Samurai logo on it. But the small pink blur running in after it is not just a small pink blur. Which becomes obvious when the ball bounces off the leg of the desk of applications and rolls to a stop.

It is, in fact, a small girl, who freezes the second she picks up the ball and notices her surroundings. This is obviously not where she meant to be. "Hello?" she asks, tentatively. "Mystic Maya? Mr. Nick?" The Dictaquill jumps up at her voice. Noticing the movement, she clambers onto the chair and peers at the application on the desk, laboriously trying to piece out all the words.

Fortunately, in her case, the questions are read aloud. Otherwise she'd be at it for a very long time.

( Where did everybody go? )

I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: confused

idol-misa-misa.livejournal.com

Application for Misa Amane, DEATH NOTE

(OK'ed by the other Death Note muns. NOTE: Misa is taken from the beginning of the Yotsuba arc, and does not remember the Note or the identity of Kira.)

Pert and perky as ever, Misa bounds into the Sorting Room with a spring in her step and a smile on her face. She pauses to re-apply her lip gloss before noticing the application. A questionnaire! Well, she's no stranger to being asked questions.

( Oh! Is it time for an interview? )

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

Current Mood: bouncy

soggynotecards.livejournal.com

( Water form with a package and a note for Ed )

The water form that delivered the letter looked rather sheepish, as if embarrassed personally about the message. It dissolved as soon as the paper was handed over. The letter itself was covered with hastily scribbled-out, barely legible additions, as if Demyx had been writing in a great hurry and wasn't quite sure what, or how much, he wanted to say.

( Heavily warded to turn into a jellyfish if opened by anyone but Kagura or used in a spell to locate him )

Current Mood: nervous
Current Location: Undisclosed (The Lake)

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 "

tomatohacker.livejournal.com

It's the first day of the Christmas season! (no matter what those damned retail stores say)

Ed rigged up decorations (mainly from pilfering knickknacks from various rooms) and lights (candles) and began to decorate a coat rack for a tree. It was way too cold to get a real tree, and it never occured to Ed to use magic.

Anyway, it will be the prettiest fucked up tree EVER!

Oh, and for the record: one of the things she nicked was a dreidal.

[Feel free to decorate, yell at Ed for nicking something she wasn't supposed to, whatever.]

charlesofdensen.livejournal.com

Okay, remember what I said about nothing short of an alien invasion will get Ofdensen out of his office? Scratch that, add invasion of a murder of ravens. Or is it something else? I dunno.

Anyways, there was some hot raven sex going on when Charliekinns wasn't looking, with the result of a nest, and then little birdies. Which are now pissing the fuck off of their owner.

So, Ofdensen ends up in the Hufflepuff common room, munching on somethign from the food library, propping the door open to see who pops in. So far, only Ed, covered head to toe in soot (okay, I was one house off), and a dog, napping on a comfy chair.

[Open to anyone, eligible for play, Ofdensen, Ed, Wishbone]

charlesofdensen.livejournal.com

Owls were sent to everyone in the village, warded to electrocute any house elf.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I've done some research and to avoid future unwanted marriages and annul current ones, the only conclusion I keep coming back to is.....food warfare against the Sorting Hat.

Gather at the Hat House at 10:00 sharp, and bring any and all food items you can spare.

Charles Ofdensen

And he was also waiting there, along with the Exile and Arthur (who want out) and Ed (who's tagging along).

charlesofdensen.livejournal.com

It was mildly surprising when a little girl came into Ofdensen's tent, for he thought she was firmly too young to marry. But no, the girl, who called herself Ed, said she was bored and had no one to play with. Well, the girl seemed friendly enough, so Ofdensen would let her hang out here (barring Malice saying no).

But for now, Ofdensen devised a 'game' for Ed. In other words, she was supposed to find the band members, and report on who was married to who.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he found the 'tall black haired singer man' was not in the village.

But then he would have spittaked (if he had been drinking) at finding out the 'blond guitar man' and the 'brown guitar man' were married not only to each other, but also a hobo.

And sadly, Pickles (the octopus drummer man) did indeed marry the Antichrist.

Still, there was potential in this, as listed in the letters, delivered by Ed, who was so eager to be helpful:

( Owl to Toki and Skwisgaar )

( Owl to Pickles )

( Owl to Aayla )

tomatohacker.livejournal.com

Well, back when Ed first turned her hair blue, she didn't know how to turn it back to her normal red. Now she does. Not that she's changing her hair back anytime soon.

Or anyone else's, for that matter. Ed giggled as she hid behind a giant statue, wand at the ready.

People heading for the Great Hall beware. Your hair will turn blue.

[[Anyone who wants to be a blunette temporarily, hop on in!

Current Music: The Winter Lames-Red VS Blue

soggynotecards.livejournal.com

It had happened again. More precisely, he had. Demyx was absolutely certain of it. What was worse, he wasn't sure what had happened this time around.

( Water clones with identical messages to Axel, Roxas, and Kagura )

Warnings sent, he headed out to find somewhere out of the way. He decided to stay by the lake - it was warm out, and the lake always made him feel better. Almost unbidden, his fingers plucked out the beginning of a song on his sitar. He was a fugitive with a pseudo-name...

((OOC: Feel free to wander by and maybe try to cheer Demyx up. This especially applies to the recipients of Demyx's letters, despite what he says.))

Current Location: The Lake
Current Music: Jimmy Buffett "Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More"

soopernathan.livejournal.com

(( SPLOSION OF HEROES, OH NOEZ :0 Cut for spoilers, though there aren't many. Just to be safe! This has also been approved by all the Heroes muns ^^; ))

...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?

One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so... ~~cracked~~casual.

Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.

( What a dump. )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: the sorting room
Current Music: Three Dog Night - Shambala

mini-gps.livejournal.com

((Molly has been cleared with all the other Heroes-muns ^_^))

( Magic? Really? )

carlaespinosa.livejournal.com

((OOC: Application done with the permission of the Scrubs-muns. Carla is taken from just after the canon events of 'My Nightingale' (S2, ep 2), though she's been at Sacred Heart for the time that the HH Scrubs chars have been gone. Enjoy!))

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Damn straight, Todd, you're going to keep walking. My ass is not for you, and I sure as hell don't want to add a little shake to my walk." A young woman appears in the sorting room, shouting over her shoulder to...someone. Muttering to herself, not really paying attention to her surroundings, she turns as if expecting a shelf of supplies. "Few doctors go on sabbatical and it's like the whole world goes loco. Muchos de hombres estúpidos, pensando con la cabeza incorrecta, que es cuál es incorrecto."

Her hand reached out, grasping at...air. Blinking, Carla looked around, realizing for the first time that she's not in a supply closet. "What the..."

Turning in a circle, mouth dropping and eyes going wide, Carla murmured a stream of profanities in Spanish. "I've gone crazy. I've finally cracked." Then, snapping back, she glared. "Mrs. Cranston in 201 needs a central line, Mr. Benton in 212's catheter is loose again, and God knows that his attending can't touch it because he might get tinkle on his new scrubs, and I have fifteen prescription orders to write up. So whoever is responsible for this little mental breakdown better cut it the hell out right now, because I do not have the time.

There was silence for a long moment, and the pissed-off 'Jenny from the Block' look faded as Carla glanced around the room again.

( Madre de Dios )

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

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: Big Stone Room
Current Music: I'm No Superman ~ Lazlo Bane

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Application for Matt (Mail Jeevas), Death Note

The snack that bites back: Unpopping the raptor. Open RP.

COMC: Emoto-Tronic Funky Furby

Open RP: EPIC SNOWFIGHT.

ED DOES WART! (With a little help from Ofdensen)

Owls, all warded

Missing People Return [AKA The return of a mun]

Application: Pearl Fey, Phoenix Wright game series

Application for Misa Amane, DEATH NOTE

A Message and a Package

Application: Dairine Callahan, Young Wizards series

[Open RP] CHRISTMAS!

[Open RP, minor Socking] The manager emerges.

[Open RP] Time to Wage War

Socking and Letters

[Open RP] The Blue Bandit strikes!

Beware of Moping Nobodies (Owls and Open RP)

Application for Nathan Petrelli, from "Heroes"

Application: Molly Walker, Heroes

Application for Carla Espinosa (Scrubs)

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