[identity profile] otakukonata.livejournal.com
[[OOC: Konata thinks this is a LARP. Hence, she might recognize some people (mainly manga/videogame), but just assumes they're REALLY GOOD cosplayers.]]




Not school, not home, not random city. It's a castle. Either she's dreaming or Konata (Kona-chan) is in an actual RPG. Great! ExpandTHIS IS AN APPLICATION. )

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


ExpandSo 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 )
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[personal profile] palewhiteand
Ruby was finally getting a hang of this whole owl system of sending notes. This time, she'd managed to send a letter without getting pecked even once.

ExpandRead more... )
[identity profile] 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.))
[identity profile] nazibyproxy.livejournal.com
((Just a quick note to say that Alfons looks just the same as Alphonse Elric, but a couple years older, and he has blue eyes. Also short hair.))

A sudden, painful twinge in his forehead coaxed Alfons into awakening. He groaned as he sat up and rubbed his forehead. He thought back at what the possible cause could be, then he remember last night at the Braurei. He hadn’t planned on drinking that much, but when someone announced that his wife was pregnant, the celebration had began. It was also a rare time he saw Edward genuinely enjoying himself, and he hadn’t wanted to interrupt it. The last thing of last night he remembered was helping Edward up the stairs.

But this desk, it wasn’t his. Had he gone to one of the others’ places? No, this didn’t look like anywhere familiar. His thoughts were interrupted by a series of coughs as the fluid in his lungs shifted. Then he felt a jab of pain in the back of his hand. He glanced to it, and found a quill dancing and poking him insistently. This had to be some kind of dream. He took it, and looked down at the paper in front of him. If this was a dream, then it seemed reasonable to play along.

ExpandIf only it really was a dream )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. - Alfons
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. - Alfons
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. - Alfons
One day, marmalade will rule the world. - Alfons
[identity profile] the-hawks-eye.livejournal.com
A prim, blond woman walked into the sorting room, a black dog at her side and a rifle strapped to her back. She looked around, her eyes searching the room, stopping when they fell upon a quill and sheet of paper.

"Application?," Riza asked aloud, before sitting down to answer the questions on the sheet of paper before her.

ExpandApplication for Lt. Riza Hawkeye )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. RH
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. RH.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. RH.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. RH
[identity profile] myown-nobody.livejournal.com
For some reason, there was a booth set up in the Great Hall. Roxas stood in front of it for a moment, looking around for someone who might be in charge of it, though there was no one. With a sigh, he looked the booth over. Someone had set it up, apparently to repair things, and while the name 'Elric' was familiar for some reason, he had no idea who it could belong to.

It seemed like a good idea, though. Put yourself right in the middle of where there was, presumably, a good amount of traffic, and you were bound to find someone who wanted what you had to offer. Repairs, in the case of this Elric person. Roxas, for his part, had very little to offer, so he doubted he would be able to pull something like a booth off. All he really had was ice cream, and he doubted anyone would want ice cream in the middle of winter.

Still, in the interest of getting to know people...

Just a few moments later he was sitting behind the booth, which he had charmed to read 'Free Ice Cream', a cooler filled with bars of pale blue ice cream sitting next to him on one side. He was ready, he thought. He just hoped people would want to eat sea salt ice cream.
[identity profile] wright-phoenix.livejournal.com
"OBJECTION!" Phoenix yelled as he spilled onto the floor, surrounded by popcorn. Oh, damnit, not this place again. He just won the biggest case ever, how's he supposed to celebrate with his friends if he's here at Hogwarts?

Oh, well. No use crying over spilled curry milk.

Dusting off his suit, or as best as he can when he's all buttery, Phoenix headed back toward Ravenclaw.

[[OOC: Open RP. Phoenix, again, is taken from right after Trials and Tribulations (the third game), and he remembers everything from the last time he was at Hogwarts.]]

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