[identity profile] d-mo-t-v8.livejournal.com
A rectangular object appears within the Sorting Room, floating before one of the walls. A black frame with an ever shifting array of images within. Words appear and disappear.

An image of character dressed in all black, full-masked helmet over his head, standing in water, pouring water from one pitcher to another. Under it, the words, "Sense, this image makes none."

The dictaquil waits, tapping on the paper under it. Another image solidified of a man running behind a woman with a sunset behind them, revealing only their black outlines. Under it, "Persistence. It's over, man. Let her go."

The quill tapped again, appearing to grow irritated. An image of vultures circling in the sky appeared. Under it, the legend, "Hope. May not be warranted at this point."

The quill wrote something of its own on the paper, perhaps freed by the same magic that allowed the Sorting Hat to rule the school. A crude drawing of a serving of french fries. Under it, the quill wrote, "Potential. Not everyone gets to be an astronaut when they grow up."

The image paused a moment, blank. Then, a room with a television and couch appeared. "Propaganda. What lies behind us and lies before us are small matters compared with what lies right to our face."

The quill drew a crude sketch of a mechanism. "Worth. Just because your necessary doesn't mean your important."

With that, the poster seemed to sigh and give up.
ExpandAllow me to elucidate. )

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

((OOC: Obviously squibbait ;) Also, most of the sayings are from Despair.com, though some are from Demotivationals.org (caution, a lot of these are NSFW), Motifake.com and some from random google image searches. None of them are original to me. Just so you know ;) ))
[identity profile] yggdrasilgnawer.livejournal.com
((Apped with approval from relevant characters. Apologies to the mods for taking ages to post this up, RL's been getting in the way.

ETA: Sorry for the massive slow down on replying! Am currently in another country for boring work stuff. I also get to see Dethklok... twice. \m/ RL's very hectic right now, I'll get back to tagging regularly when I'm less frazzled.))


His purpose thus fulfilled, not even Nidhögg could resist the pull of the Sorting Room any longer. He made use of his forelimbs to gain purchase as he climbed the castle's steep walls, his great leathery wings fanning out, large enough to block out the returned sun and cast the castle into shadow. Perhaps due to some enchantment or other his claws and the sheer bulk of his weight did no harm to the stone.

He investigated several openings in the walls before eventually finding one large enough to permit him partial entry. Bowing his head through it, he continued to writhe until he was able to squeeze his forelimbs through as well, and paused there, peering at his surroundings. The rest of his body remained coiled about the castle outside.

The room, though large and spacious by human standards, felt cramped to the dragon, and an impatiently tapping quill was for the moment his only company there. Then a disembodied voice was addressing him...

ExpandFor aeons I have gnawed at the roots... )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. N.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. N.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. N.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. N."
[identity profile] gutentaghopclop.livejournal.com
It was more of a bang, like a WWII-era pistol being fired, when the particular kernal at Franz Liebkind's nameplate popped.

"Guten tag hop-clop, guten tag--vait, vhere am I?" The nutty German composer looked around the room, mystified, and then looked down at himself. "Ach, I'm covered in butter! Und salt! Is gross, Vinston!"

That was when he noticed his favorite pigeon was conspicuously missing.

"Vinston? Vinston! Vinston, mein liebling, vhere ist du?"

Franz ran for the doors, frantic. Winston was missing, and Franz would not slow down or stop until he was found.
[identity profile] keygirl-dawn.livejournal.com
Okay, I've got a new, faster computer and LJ isn't nearly so annoying now. Thus, I'm reclaiming a couple of my characters and will be around. I'll be playing Dawn and Franz Liebkind. Someone else asked for Death of the Endless a while back, so if that person still wants to play her, consider her yours. If not, please let me know and I'll take her up again.

Also, can I get in touch with the Who-muns?
[identity profile] keygirl-dawn.livejournal.com
Well, friends, you might have noticed you're not seeing me around as much as you used to. Sadly, my computer is attempting to die a slow death. I hope I'll be able to get a new one sometime soon, but until then, it's just too frustrating to try to be a member of comms like this. It's little fun to try to post to a long thread when it takes several minutes for your computer to load it every freakin' time you come back to it.

(Also, I've been writing a ridiculous amount of New Who fanfiction, and it's eating my brain. I like it!)

That said, I'm popcorning all my pups except Dawn and Death. That means the following characters will be up for grabs:

Amanda
Screwtape
Franz Liebkind

I'm holding onto Dawn and Death in the hopes I'll be able to get back to playing at some point, but if there's someone here who'd like to take them over in the interim, let's talk turkey. I hate to think of them just being idle, especially when one of Dawn's best friends has just appeared at Hogwarts.

Hope to be around more soon! (But don't hold your breath.)
[identity profile] keygirl-dawn.livejournal.com
I'm taking my pups on a short hiatus. Apologies to those I'm in RPs with, but there's some RL stuff I need to take care of. IC explanations for where characters are:

Dawn is lost in the library. It may take a while for her to find her way out, but hey, at least she's happy.

Screwtape is catching up on his correspondence and plotting against you, yes *you*.

Franz Liebkind is working on his musical, holed up in his room with his piano and his pigeons.

Amanda's exporing the school's secret passages. No, no particular reason; why do you ask?

Death's here, there, everywhere.
[identity profile] thecatmummy.livejournal.com
Jennyanydots, having been Sorted into the obvious house for a cat, has been thinking she ought to give something back. Or at least, let people know she's around if anybody needs to talk. Dear things.

Consequently, a big pot of tea, a smaller one of milk--even sugar, my!--a large tin of assorted bicuits and several china cups and saucers are laid out on a small table in front of her.

Well, everyone needs a tea party at times.
[identity profile] gutentaghopclop.livejournal.com
((Come play with Franz! Mods, feel free to send someone in to throw Franz out if any of this isn't allowed, 'kay?))

Franz Liebkind was delirious with joy. Not only had he gotten a new keg of beer from Mama Liebkind, his beloved piano had finally arrived! He supervised a crew of house elves as they maneuvered the upright into the Hufflepuff common room.

"Over zere," he said, gesturing vaguely at one wall, holding the keg on one shoulder and a big stein in the other hand. A bit of beer sloshed out. "Ja, a little closer to ze vall--no, recht! Recht! Ja, is good right zhere. Sank you, kleine freunden! Bier?"

The house elves didn't seem to want any beer, and as they headed out, Franz set his beer down, called to his pigeons, and took his place on the piano bench. His pigeons flocked down from their rookery right outside his room to settle on the piano, and Franz started to play. Rather well, truth be told. He sang along with his own playing, and his pigeons sang along with him.

"Oh, you can lock us up und toss ze key,
But hearts in love are alvays free!
Prisoners of love, blue skies above!
Ve're shtill prisoners of lauve!"

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