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mixedup-pup.livejournal.com

A soft coalescence of heavenly blue light made itself happen in the Sorting Room. It stirred into a cloud, a shape, a body... a dog. A mangy, flea bitten mutt that could have been part german shepherd somewhere down the line, but was all mutt from the tip of one gnawed ear to the bottoms of his dirty paws.

Charlie B. Barkin, formerly alive, dead, alive and dead again, dropped from the blue, sparkling cloud in an undignified heap with all the grace allotted his species, which was to say none.

"One place this ain't is Heaven," Charlie muttered, picking himself off the floor with a pained grunt. He didn't remember there being cold stone floors in Heaven. Or stone walls, or anything that wasn't pink clouds, stars, halos and clocks.

So maybe (definitely) he wasn't going back after all. Hell, all of that pretty blue light and the "come home, Charlie" and the sparkles... Never trust a whippet. Heck, never trust a damn dead dog about anything. especially ones that could dance.

Sure, he'd died for Anne-Marie (and Itchy. God bless him, never forget Itchy) and he'd do it all over again if he was asked to. But he figured if this is where someone who nobly sacrificed his life to be a Good Dog and do the things that Good Dogs did ended up, well... he didn't want it anyway. Not that he had a choice.

Well, he'd dealt with worse. And if the worst this place (wherever this place was) could throw at him was a floating pansy pen, then he'd take here over New Orleans any day. Better than getting shot at by Flash Gordon rayguns or being nearly-eaten by foppish, gigantic sewer gators. Nothing, he was sure, could beat that.

He sniffed at the quill and parchment topped table, wishing for nothing more at that moment than a stiff drink.

( What's a dog gotta do to get a drink in this joint? )

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

braveexplorer.livejournal.com

Hogwarts, Coraline had quickly discovered, was a wonderful place to explore. The castle was so huge and full of unexpected things that she thought she'd never be able to see it all.

At the moment she was standing in front of a painting on the second floor, watching a battle between a knight in silver armour and a huge green dragon. She'd been unsure whether she ought to do something about this, but they'd both noticed her and paused briefly to wave, so she imagined they were enjoying themselves despite appearances.

republikatt.livejournal.com

A small Siamese cat walked into the Sorting Room.

On two feet. Wearing a backpack almost as big as he was. And he wore a green tie that covered most of his face and shoulders and dragged on the floor behind him.

"All right! Bucky Katt is here! Now bring on the Sorting Hat and put me in Slytherin." He waited, tail twitching. Nothing happened. He sniffed, adjusted his tie (green for Slytherin! He came prepared) and clambered up on the table. Hm. Paper. Should he chew on it? No, there were things written on it. Maybe it was a welcome letter to the illustrious Bucky Katt. He plopped his butt down on the table (and only just resisted the urge to sit on the parchment; paper with words written on is a virtual magnet for cat butts), cleared his throat, and started to read.

( I'm not closed-minded. You're just wrong. )

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

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: "Monkey Brains," Our Lady Peace

sasuke-sarutobi.livejournal.com

((Apped with permission.

ETA: sorry for the slow replies. Between LJ being slow/down and my home 'net being down, I've only really been able to reply from work. :/))

Sasuke’s wooden geta clacked on the stone floor and echoed faintly as he stepped into the Sorting Room and glanced around. He wasn’t concerned about making noise—he wanted to announce his presence, this time. With his white hair and bright golden eyes with elliptical pupils he was bound to stand out in his own world, but perhaps not so much at Hogwarts.

Spotting the quill and parchment, he moved closer to investigate.

( What is this...? )

"I have read the

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

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

woocha.livejournal.com

As a certain manager muttered as he left the room, Wishbone dragged the last of the decorations in.

Today was the day everyone got their Secret Santa gifts! And Wishbone had even gotten the house elves to make food for everyone, including him!

Each present was clearly labeled with who it was for.

Wishbone looked around at the setup. Not bad, very Christmasy. Then he dug in to find his, dragging it out and tearing into it.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy...

[[OOC: Gifts are here.

hopalongmcgurk.livejournal.com

I'm moving this weekend, and won't have access to the Internet until at least Sunday, if not actually Monday or Tuesday. I apologize for dropping tags like a mad tag-dropping fiend, but I think once I'm settled my life will get immeasurably less complicated.

in the meantime, Amaranth will be spreading holiday cheer, as well as her legs, for anyone that asks. Brienne will continue working out and perfecting her sword technique. Dwight will be searching for that perfect gift for his one true love. (Michael Scott? Vislor Turlough? Strong Sad? The world is not yet ready for the answer.) George is perfecting his latest Weasley's Wizard Wheeze. Hermione will be in the library, researching mental illnesses that can inflict bits of headgear. Luna will be taking a vacation to the Muggle world where she will be discovering the concept of rickrolling. Meg is going home to spend Christmas with her family and make sure Charles Wallace hasn't gotten involved with a life of crime. Miles will be trying to figure out how to work explosives into his first Astronomy lesson. Mrs. Snape is still... on the astral plane. Oly has converted to the Church of the Subgenius and will be slacking.

I'm pretty sure I'm missing at least one other character, so they're... hanging out.

Anyway, have a good weekend!

Current Mood: busy
Current Location: My chaotic apartment

in-a-pinch.livejournal.com

_{((OOC I have permission from the other Death Note muns (as far as I know, how many of us are there, now?) to play Mr. Adorkable, here. Thank you and good night.))}

Touta Matsuda has likes and dislikes.
He likes fashionable clothing, cute girls, television dramas, and gossip. There was a time, not too long ago, that all his likes were combined together every day in a big hodge-podge, all because of a mad killer who happened to be someone he considered his friend.
Matsuda's dislikes are singular and happen to be "having a boring job."
Touta Matsuda's job is very boring.
Sure, he's successful, pulling in a salary that's close to obscene, and he has all the time in the world after work to party it up and enjoy his likes, it was still...

Well, it isn't chasing Kira. And it isn't watching Light suck at dealing with chicks (because he did, really. Manipulative-but-good-looking guys like Light had been were horrible with girls, even when they were doing well. Matsuda doubted Light had gotten ass even once in all his life.)

He misses that time of his life. Now he can easily find lesser distractions, but something was missing. There was no adventure! No danger! Hell, he even misses Ryuk.

But there are no more adventures for Touta Matsuda. Everything just comes down to going in and out the same door every day, in his same, boring apartment after his boring job or less-boring clubs.

However, today, his apartment has turned into a room, and in that room is a desk, upon which is a quill, and it is waiting for him.

The fact that there may still be some adventure left in the world does not make it any easier for Matsuda to keep from almost crapping himself in shock.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

elegantsamurai.livejournal.com

((OOC: linked post is NSFW and odds are this thread will be as well given the topic, but come, have fun, mess with the samurai's head ;) In return, he'll mess with yours ♥))

Having found a worthy companion, and wishing to cement his claim with that person, or at least distract him again while Yukimura gets exactly what he wants again, Yukimura wanders around the school, plotting. There are things here, though, that he hasn't seen, since they don't exist where and when he is from. The computer lab, for example.

A house elf and an instruction manual later, Yukimura understands enough to read other posts and finds them utterly delightful. Out of curiosity and desire for entertainment, he creates his own post. Laughing to himself, he leaves, planning on returning occasionally to see what has been left.

Hello, everyone!

I have recently gained the attentions of a certain someone ♥ and wish to have a little more fun with him. What are some things that a man really enjoys? ♥ Most especially during more intimate times *tee hee*

Thank you in advance!

steff-is-a-girl.livejournal.com

Steff sat on her bed desperately trying to ignore the horrid sounds that Viktor was forcing out of his keyboard as she worked on her latest ‘homework assignment’ from the mental healer. The first few pages had been blobby pictures that she’d been asked to identify, writing a short paragraph for each. Steff had muddled through this, trying to find a way to describe what she could only see as blobs in such a way as to totally freak the healer out without making the healer decide that Steff should be committed once and for all.

Steff thought she’d done a good job of it, having mostly stuck to the things she new well…sex and dead things. She couldn’t wait to hear what the mental healer would think of her particularly colorful explanation of the largest blob being an orgy that involved everyone she’d ever wanted to fuck but never had.

She’d just laid those pages aside when a particularly violent chord from the keyboard made her body jerk violently and nearly caused her to tear the last page of the assignment. She almost said something to Viktor, the words were right on the tip of her lips, but as she stared at his wide back she thought better of it. Maybe the mental healing was working after all.

Holding the page up before her, she began to read the questions.

“What the fuck?! My favorite kind of cheese? Exactly how in hell is that supposed to help anyone make sense of my fucked up insides?” Steff didn’t realize just how much she’d raised her voice until she realized that the cacophony had stopped and Viktor was glaring at her. He didn’t have to say a word. The look he gave her was all she needed. Steff gave him a sheepish smile as she made a show of smoothing the paper out before her so that she could begin to answer the questions.

( ”Question number one…” )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG.
- Steff Johnson

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.
- Steff Johnson.

I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.
- Steff Johnson

One day, marmalade will rule the world.
-Steff Johnson

arrogantmage.livejournal.com

( In which Soichiro and Naomi become guinea pigs for a Weasley Wizard Wheezes love potion )

((This post was a collaboration between Lezard-mun and George-mun. Neither Lezard nor George will be tagging to the RP. Assume they're innocently and unobtrusively observing, under the guise of minding their own business, for as long as the pair remain in the bar. They won't follow if the pair leave. ))

mayhem-george.livejournal.com

A large box and a note are delivered via owl to Lezard Valeth.

( Owl turns into a copy of The Quibbler for anyone else )

Current Mood: amused

mayhem-george.livejournal.com

( In which it is revealed that George should keep his day job )

Current Mood: disappointed

methleigh.livejournal.com

When sufficient time has passed, Severus collects the papers to mark them and compare handwriting further. This will certainly tell him more about each of these students and he puts them securely into his warded scroll case. He is glad to see that even in the new Hogwarts there are some students who care about study, learning and marks.

"The next portion of the class will be safety, hygiene and health, assuming there were no further questions of structure and function." He looks around the room. There had been almost no questions on these matters - on the actual content of the course. Either the booklet had been impenetrable or exceedingly clear.

( Cleanliness )

Current Mood: working

margrat.livejournal.com

( It had occurred to Gustav that it seemed to be autumn again, and he should have had a birthday by now )

He’d been thirty-five when he’d departed Ivalice, and it had been early in the year. He had arrived in summer, and probably had a birthday since then, but was he really thirty-seven? This puzzled him enough so that there ended up being no candles on the cake the house elves brought out for him, besides the fact that thirty-anything candles would be an immense hassle. He didn’t remember the birthday in between, and he had lost a few months, so if anyone asked he might as well go with thirty-six.

The cake was set out at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. He sat with a slice cut out of it, skimming a book on judicial astrology. Nothing about battle compatibilities so far, but with this touch of the familiar he was holding out hope for more.

Three bites later, he stared at the plate in bemusement, then at what he could see of himself. An observer might note that he seemed to have shed a number of years. To Gustav, this was just the age he should be, one thing that was right in a sea of incongruities. Where was he? Where were the rest of the Knights of Death? What was this getup he was in? He hadn’t been drinking that much, had he?

“Hey,” he called, getting to his feet. “Wiegraf?”

The cake stood abandoned on the table. Somewhere, a house elf was snickering.

((Pieces of cake, as per chocolate plots, have whatever magical side-effect the mun would like. Have a ball))

mayhem-george.livejournal.com

( Owl to Lezard Valeth, warded to explode when opened by anyone else )

Current Mood: worried

contra-account.livejournal.com

A wet, bedraggled body lay in a pool of salt water, a blood-red dress clinging to its curves. Presently the water seeped into the stone floor of the Sorting Room as if drawn in by suction, and a newly dry Vesper Lynd sat up with a series of convulsive, gasping coughs.

Once those subsided, she smoothed the skirt of her dress, once again its original cherry red. She had bought the dress early in their rambles, flush with the new romance, when she let herself believe she could forget. She'd put it on that morning hoping to recapture a bit of that feeling before walking out to betray England, and both her lovers.

She never wanted to wear it again.

She looked around at the venerable stone walls. "This can't be Venice. Too dry. And anyway, James killed the building."

A sudden draft blew a piece of parchment into her lap. She read it and laughed in surprise. "Well. Hell has an entrance exam. Should've known it would resemble Uni."

( 'I think I'll call it a Vesper.' 'Because of the bitter aftertaste?' 'No, because once you've tasted it, that's all you'll want to drink.' )

"I have read the

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

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

((This app was done with the permission - and assistance! - of James Bond-mun.))

Current Music: Chris Cornell, "You Know My Name"

mayhem-george.livejournal.com

When some people awoke from a state of popcornhood, they panicked. Others wandered around confusedly. When it happened to George Weasley, he laughed.

"Brilliant!" he said to the room at large. "Well, I guess we know that's what happened when you use Tail of Newt. Won't be doing that again."

He realized that he couldn't actually remember what it was he'd been experimenting with, except for the fact that it clearly hadn't worked. He knew he was at Hogwarts, and that Hogwarts had gone quite mad recently. He seemed to remember that he approved of this state of affairs. But beyond that, he had little recollection of anything specific. Perhaps this should have bothered him. It didn't. If he'd forgot anything too terribly important, Fred would straighten him out.

Poor Fred! He'd been stuck here, trying to carry on Weasley's Wizard Wheezes all by himself. And pranks were no fun unless you had someone to share them with. George hoped Fred wouldn't be too sore about him not being around.

Oh, well, he'd make it up starting right now. He accioed a few Skiving Snackboxes, some Dungbombs, and a few other odds and ends of wizarding mischief-making, and headed out the door, levatating the products behind him, and began to walk more or less in the direction of Gryffindor, whistling a cheerful little tune.

Current Mood: bouncy

busty-robin.livejournal.com

((Backdated to Christmas night.))

( and no need to worry/that's wastin time/and no need to wonder/what's been on my mind/it's you/it's you/it's you/every word you say I think/I should write down/don't want to forget come daylight/and I give up/I let you win/you win cause I'm not counting )

busty-robin.livejournal.com

December 25th already! Steph, despite seventeen years of lousy holidays, was actually all about the Christmas spirit this year. And why wouldn't she be? She had friends, family, a pet chicken, and a loving boyfriend. The magic powers were sweet, too. And even better, she was alive to enjoy it all!

So, in celebration of being alive and content, Steph probably went just a little overboard on the present-giving. A flurry of owls were dispatched, most of them carrying colorfully wrapped gifts.

((Edited, because Steph is a much more considerate friend than I.))

( Owls to Benton Fraser, Bob Fraser, Diefenbaker, Ray Kowalski, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Maia, Veronica Mars, Jamie Reyes, Bart Allen, Tim Drake, Lily Evans, Carla Espinosa, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, and last but certainly not least, George Weasley. )

busty-robin.livejournal.com

Steph, like most of her classmates, didn't attend class all that often, given that very few were ever held. Instead, she opted for a fairly regular schedule of independent study. And with their five month anniversary arriving (shut it, she was allowed to be girl from time to time), her recent studying efforts had been geared towards making George a very special gift.

( Buff Orpington to George Weasley, with strict instructions to open in private )

Current Mood: productive
Current Location: Casa de Steph

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Application for Charlie B. Barkin (All Dogs Go To Heaven)

[open rp] exploration

Application: Bucky Katt from Get Fuzzy

Sarutobi Sasuke, from Samurai Deeper Kyo

[Open RP] Secret Santa

Hiatus Notice

Application for Touta Matsuda from Death Note

Games and Flirtations ((Compy post))

Application for Steffain Johnson from Tales of MU

closed RP for Soichiro and Naomi

Owl and Closed RP - George Weasley and Lezard Valeth - two great tastes that taste great together!

[Sock] So... How'd the date go? - Luna Lovegood and George Weasley

Sexual Education with Severus, Section II

You’re only as old as you feel (Open RP)

Owl to Lezard Valeth

Application: Vesper Lynd, Casino Royale (2006)

Open RP - Unpopping of George Weasley

About Time ((Closed RP, George and Stephanie)

Christmas Owls from Steph-a-claus

For that Special Someone ((Closed RP))

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