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gourmetchairman.livejournal.com

Which, the mun decided, took place on the 11th, so as not to interfere with the sex bomb plot.

It was a most unusual battle, certainly. After all, children did not normally battle in Kitchen Stadium.

However, it wasn't every day that Kaga found two willing participants.

Pippi Longstocking and Rika Furude battled against each other for the right to be called 'Chibi Iron Chef', an honorary title, but a title nonetheless.

As they were so young, Kaga summoned two of his ~~minions~~ chefs, Iron Chef Tako and Iron Chef Dwight Schrute, to assist the challengers. Iron Chef Schrute assisted and advised Pippi Longstocking, and Iron Chef Tako assisted Rika Furude.

Kaga unveiled the theme ingredient to be bananas, chosen for their kid-friendliness (and cause he loves bananas).

Furude managed to convince Tako to help her a little more than necessary (and technically more than the rules allowed), but she looked so cute and innocent she got away with it. Tako, for his part, insisted on adding plenty of nutmeg to the dishes. (He also had a bit of a fanboy: Beowulf showed up to be very loud and cheer Tako on.)

Longstocking made a mess, but surprisingly her pet monkey Mr. Nilssen was a well trained cook as well. Not to mention her guinea pig to her mostly dessert laden dishes. (Not that Kaga was complaining.) ~~thankfully~~ She mostly ignored her adviser's help and worked independently.

Her dishes consisted of:

Banana bread with whipped cream and strawberries, a cake built of pancakes with bananas and chocolate syrup and more whipped cream between the layers, and banana pudding!

Five judges judged instead of the usual four, to avoid a tie. Among the judges were the archangel Michael, a wanderer named Ginko, and Princess Peach had been invited back. (Gotta fill the Bimbo du Jour quota, after all).

In the end, it was a close match but Pippi Longstocking won, 3-2, to take the title Chibi Iron Chef.

[[OOC: All permissions given by the respective muns. They also get partial credit for adding details. Hooray for Pippi!]]

papayagami.livejournal.com

[[Backdated to Sunday, as the mun is retarded and can't even remember her character's birthday.]]

54 years old.

Well, if you counted strictly from birthdate. For Soichiro, it was more like his fifty-sixth birthday today.

But hey, perhaps he will always be 54 now. Now that he knew that no matter what happened, he would always die in November this year.

Eh, Soichiro's refusing to worry about it. And he doubt anyone besides Matsuda knows it's his birthday anyway....oh hell, the house elves got him a small cake.

Menacing elves. He just wanted coffee, damnit!

nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com

Very early on Friday morning, a team of house elves had begun construction of a large and gaudy pavilion, located just outside the window of the groundskeeper's hut. There was a lot of noise going on during this construction, which probably woke anyone currently sleeping in said gamekeeper hut.

Once the pavilion had been constructed, Amaranth swooped in to do some decorating. Soon, several picnic tables, all covered with plastic tablecloths, had been put into place. One table was designated for any food, and another would hold any gifts people would bring to the Turlough-Hagrid wedding reception.

The pavillion was large enough to give people room to move around--even to dance, if they should so choose. A karaoke machine had been set up in one corner, powered by magic. The food table contained a massive, three-layer wedding cake featuring likenesses of Turlough and Hagrid made out of chocolate, for those who had always hoped for an opportunity to bite off either of the grooms' heads, literally. One of the guests, Miranda binewski, had also brought scones, and there were, of course, other perennial wedding reception foods, such as homemade mints, a bowl of macadamia nuts, and both a relish and meat tray. Champagne had been provided for anyone who wished to imbibe. For the tetotalers, the house elves had made several pitchers of Crystal Lite. As with most large events at Hogwarts where food was offered, most of it was enchanted, though Amaranth had not realized this when she commissioned the food order from the house elves.

Amaranth looked around the gaily decorated pavillion and clapped her hands happily. True, Turlough and Hagrid hadn't wanted this marriage, but she was happy to help them celebrate in the best way she knew how.

((The scones were approved by Miranda mun in chat. As with all chocolate plots, the effects of the enchantments will vary according to what you want them to do, so have fun and be cracky. This RP is open to everyone, even if you don't know the characters in question, so feel free to have your character drop in without worrying about a pretext for them to do so.))

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: The Village People - YMCA

fatedjune.livejournal.com

( Preperation and calling participants to the stage )

After waiting a bit in front of the short stack of cotton blankets with her ritual hoe, which has a golden head and red ropes that tie bells to the hoe, Rika thinks that enough time has passed to gather all the participants that wish to drift cotton and/or see her ritual dance. Ginko, who has his back turned to the audience beats the drum a final time and Rika begins.

Rika grips the hoe with both hands, moving the hoe to a perfectly horizontal position, before lifting it above her head while doing a little spin. Rika then sharply swings the hoe down and turns around. She lets go of the hoe with one hand and make a sweeping motion over until she is facing the audience again. Going back to the hoe she turns again, now facing the blankets and swings the hoe over her shoulders to rip open the top blanket. She ends the dance by bowing to the audience and announces that they may now take a handful of cotton to ball up and float in the lake.

Rika lays the fake hoe she made with magic behind the stage and Ginko starts the cotton drifting by collecting his and heads towards the lake. Rika eventually makes her way down to the lake with a cotton ball of her own.

((ooc: feel free to have characters talk to Rika or Ginko, or neither of them))

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

(( because I promised. Yes, you may attack them. Credit for gingerbread goes to

beets_r_god. ))

The Sorting Hat thought of itself as a trendsetter.

And the Sorting Hat hated to be outdone.

A gazebo? O RLY? A motherflippin' gazebo getting built on the Hat's own school grounds, and someone else thought of the idea first? This could not be!

To demolish the gazebo would have gratified the Hat, but it was too late for that now. Too many people had already seen the gazebo. The groundskeeper had given permission for the gazebo. The Hat's pride would not permit it to take action such that people would know the Hat had been outraced to an up-and-coming hot trend.

The gazebo could not be demolished. But it could be ... outclassed.

Overnight, a crack battalion of house-elves went to work, goaded on by their millinery master. Gazebos sprang up all over the Hogwarts grounds. Gazebos large and small. Tiny gazebos, dollhouse-sized, made of popsicle sticks. Midrange gazebos suitable for a midsummer's eve, to ward off that not-so-fresh feeling at dusk. Gazebos of white wood, gazebos of plaster columns, gazebos of weathered old lumber repurposed from other Hat projects of yore.

And, in the center of the Quidditch field, an outsized gazebo that would've been big enough for giants, all its planks made of fragrant gingerbread. Huge glutinous gumdrops studded its exterior, and loops of frosting adorned its roof in a faux-shingled pattern.

Satisfied that its supremacy as a trend-setter had been ensured, the Hat then retired to its chambers for a long lie-in with the Jackson Hole Hat Company catalog.

edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

Kusuriyuri knelt in the front of the classroom, waiting for the class to be well assembled. There was paper on each desk and quills waiting. As the students arrived, he watched them, as curious about his students as he had been the first time he’d taught. It still fascinated him to watch them interact and to see what they took from his lesson. When the class was assembled, he rose and began speaking.

( The meaning of games )

notamushi.livejournal.com

After his sorting Ginko had stayed inside Hogwarts for three days. He found himself a room and familiarized himself with ways to the Great Hall and Library, then he took his wooden case and traveled outside of Hogwarts. He quietly observed the differences and similarities in how people behave and what kind of world this future setting is compared to where he's from. He didn't stick out much in the crowds, and perhaps even less than he would back in his time. What he found most surprising was the cities where people were abundant, but there was a lack of mushi. He had worried about starving mushi having to feed off of the people in cities with its lack of flora, but other than the cultural differences nothing seemed odd. Ginko saw mushi out in the country though, so he made sure not to stay in the cities too long so that they may remain safe.

When Ginko returns to Hogwarts he notices a few mushi in the forest, but they are harmless to humans so he passes them without remark. He hasn't been at Hogwarts long enough for there to be any worries yet, but he'll warn the other residents if more start coming in. After eating in the Great Hall he sits at his table with his eyelids closed, but anyone can disturb him if they want to.

notamushi.livejournal.com

Ginko had just lit a cigarette when he felt a shift in the environment. "Eh?" With his only eye, he sees a paper and a quill that stands out from the other items, so he approaches.

( Ever since the days in which humans obtained light, they have forgotten how to close their second eyelids. But that's probably a good thing for them. )

Now that the questions are done the white haired man sits on the floor and looks through some scrolls to see if anything comes up for that quill.

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