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needsanewliver.livejournal.com

From Nathan to Charles:

((Permission was given to 'vandalise' Ofdensen's room.))

Valentine's Day morning, Ofdensen would find his room looking—and smelling—like the scene of a massacre. Blood splattered the walls, the furniture, and whatever had been left out on his desk (any paperwork would appear to be saturated); the blood was still wet and some of it slowly dripping, the puddles growing. Assorted viscera had been festively hung across lamps and the privacy screen in front of his bed, and some lined the window sills.

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From Pickles to Dethklok and Ofdensen:

He'd prepared enough blood and guts martinis to share, so went around the school hand-delivering them to each of his bandmates (the ones he could locate, anyway) and their manager. No holiday was complete without booze, especially not one as gay as Valentine's Day.

From Glorfindel to Elrond:

Based on the advertisements around Hogsmeade, Glorfindel had reached the conclusion that Valentine's Day was intended as some sort of romantic love festival, a day on which to spoil the one you love. He didn't normally celebrate other cultures' holidays, but was happy to make an exception for this one, just as he had for Yule.

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i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

The Baron-

( From Vladimir to Valentine )

( From Vladimir to Jasper )

( From Vladimir to Skwisgaar & Toki )

( From Vladimir to Yukimura and Kuronue )

( From Vladimir to Elric )

Toki-

((Most of Toki's gifts were listed here in conjunction with Skwisgaar's.))

( From Toki to Skwisgaar )

Shoggies-

( From Shoggies to Dethklok )

( From Shoggies 3, 4.6, 10 & 18 to Skwisgaar & Toki )

Elric-

( From Elric to Smaug )

( From Elric to Skwisgaar & Toki )

( From Elric to Ariane Emory )

Elrond-

( From Elrond to Glorfindel )

Lucius-

( From Lucius to Narcissa )
( From Lucius to Draco )
( From Lucius to Severus )

Batiatus-
( From Batiatus to Joachim )

needsanewliver.livejournal.com

((Wee bit early this year since I probably won't have time to post later. Happy holidays!))

Nathan:

( From Nathan to Charles )

( From Nathan to Skwisgaar and Toki )

( From Nathan to Murderface )

( From Nathan to Pickles )

Pickles:

( From Pickles to Dethklok and Ofdensen )

Sasuke:

( From Sasuke to Yukimura )

( From Sasuke to Kuronue )

Glorfindel:

( From Glorfindel to Elrond )

Jasper:

( From Jasper to Victor )

( From Jasper to Vladimir and Valentine )

( From Jasper to Toki and Skwisgaar )

( From Jasper to the raptor )

iam-beowulf.livejournal.com

On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items.

(Beowulf hadn't been much help at all; he was busy worrying about missing Yule Goat gifts, and haranguing house-elves to bring him replacements so no one would go ungifted. Many copies of the Tarvunty would be given out, from the sound of it.)

The enchanted ceiling of the hall offered an unobstructed view of the evening sky: clouds painted in brilliant shades of coral and lavender, fading to pale gold toward the horizon.

Luxurious black satin tablecloths covered the rows of tables, and places were set with exquisite crystal goblets and sterling silver cutlery. Elegant candelabras were scattered across the tables, and a much greater multitude of candles had been enchanted to hang in the air like fireflies -- and not drip wax -- at such a height that only Smaug might be in peril of bumping into any. Deep crimson draperies adorned the tall windows, tied back with black cords.

Several enormous fountains featuring somewhat morbid sculptures had been placed around the hall, quietly flowing with red wine, and there was also an assortment of tall fir trees, festively decorated for the Yule holiday.

A, Skwisgaar, and Beowulf all had places of honour at the head of separate tables: the Hufflepuff prefects' chairs were draped with graceful lengths of black and gold velvet, and the Gryffindor prefect's with red and gold velvet, to set them apart from the rest.

One row of tables had been designated exclusively for food and drink, and they were differentiated by their crimson tablecloths. Per Skwisgaar's request, Berwald Oxenstierna had been hard at work all day preparing a proper Swedish smörgåsbord: there was gravlax, kroppkakor, Swedish meatballs (of course), pickled herring, a variety of tasty items for open faced sandwiches, ostkaka, waffles with a selection of toppings (jam, whipped cream, ice cream), chokladboll, and kladdkaka. A had been equally busy, preparing a roast lamb, brussels sprouts, panettone, and, also by Skwisgaar's request, homemade lingonberry jam. In addition, a small area was set up with stacks of fresh baked butter cookies, along with bowls of icing and various toppings to decorate them with, should any guests wish to.

The presence of Valentine Wolfe, who had arrived with Vladimir Harkonnen to deliver the booze ahead of time, assured that several of these items would undoubtedly be drugged, unbeknownst to any of the prefect hosts.

Outdoors, on the lawn, wood was piled high for Beowulf's festive bonfire. He had tried to transfigure it all into one gigantic Yule log, with little success; here and there, the lengths of lumber appeared to have melted into one another and recongealed into their proper consistency, but it was still just a pile of firewood for the most part. Overenthusiastic house elves had added bits of furniture to the firewood. A safe distance from the firepit, a sleigh sat mired in mud; it was filled with nothing but heaps of fur robes. When dinner was over, Beowulf would blow his golden horn and lead the revelers out to light the fire.

But first: food! and the exchanging of presents!

(( OOC note: Any item may be safe or may have been spiked by Valentine, at your wish. If spiked, the nature of the character's altered state is entirely up to the player. Since we already have a chocolate plot running thanks to the enchanted water, Valentine's spiked goodies may alter or nullify the effects that the enchanted water may have induced. as the player sees fit. Or it may leave those effects in place and simply add another simultaneous effect. The more, the merrier.

One more thing: If your characters become inclined toward NSFW action, please split it into a separate post rather than RPing the NSFWness in the party post. Ditto for anything triggery -- anything that you'd normally put a warning on. Putting it in a separate post as a closed RP means you can put the appropriate warning right on the label, with a nice LJ-cut for everyone's protection. ))

iam-beowulf.livejournal.com

Beowulf loved the Secret Santa exchange. He had loved it ever since Pippi Longstocking gave him the gift of rainbow-striped scarf, hat, and matching gloves, which he wore every year at Yule thereafter.

The concept of Santa, however, had very little to do with the holiday cheer Beowulf knew best. This year, he decided, as Gryffindor Prefect he would take matters into his own hands.

Posters went up everywhere, dictated by Beowulf to about twenty Dictaquills writing on twenty different sheets of parchment at once, and subsequently tacked up by house elves in all the usual places.

HWÆT! Yule tide does approach!

We call upon you to give gifts to one another, in the manner of a Yule Goat. If you do this, a Yule Goat will also give a gift unto you! If you fail to honor your pledge of gift-giving, a Yule Goat will disapprove!

Note the name by which you are called, if you wish to take part in this jolly exchange!

You have until the 10th day of December to make your pledge. On the 11th day of December, you will be told the name of the Hogwartsman whose Yule Goat you will be!

((OOC note!: Wishbone's player has kindly passed the torch to Beowulf this year. Beowulf will be organizing the Secret Santa exchange along the same lines as Wishbone's exchange last year.

Like last year, characters can ICly sign up other characters if the mun has OOC approval from the other character's player. Just note the permission OOCly in your comment.

Either let me know what e-mail address I should associate with that character's player, or what LJ account I should PM, once Beowulf has made all the assignments. ICly the character will receive an owl from Beowulf giving them their assignment, which is how the characters who didn't sign themselves up will find out they are obligated! OOCly, I'll either e-mail or PM each player.))

vaultofstars.livejournal.com

For many months, Elrond had been undertaking a gradual project along a quiet bend of the lake. He'd started in the spring, and worked through the summer days, and on into the autumn. And now, as the green had faded from much of the forest and a chill had touched the air, his work was complete. He stood upon the lakeside to survey it in its completion- a small Elven ship, crafted in the style which Círdan the Shipwright had trained his father. It was not so large as a vessel intended for seagoing purposes, being small enough for a lone sailor to handle the square-rigged sail, but the light, open hull was spacious enough to seat several individuals, if not a crowd. It was crafted to sit high upon the waters, and skillfully shaped for stability despite its shallow keel, intended to move through the shallower parts of the lake as easily as its deeper reaches. In cast, it vaguely resembled a small viking craft, but, its elegant, deceptively delicate-looking construction assured that this similarity was merely superficial.

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ukon-sakon.livejournal.com

Tachibana Sakon is a bunraku puppeteer. Ukon is a bunraku puppet made in the 1870 (the series is set in the late 1990s). As Sakon is shy enough to be practically mute without Ukon and Ukon is a puppet, they are together. Sakon is also a master ventriloquist. His mouth doesn't move when Ukon talks and their voices are different. He can also mimic voices he's heard, though he tends not to very often as he feels that mimicing voices is something similar to channeling. Ukon can be touched, but permission would be needed, either IC or OOC to actually remove him from Sakon's control. For Sakon's sanity, though, Ukon shall have to be indestructible as his version of the 'no kill' spell (or, in other words...I'm fine with curious poking, asking to take the puppet, but no taking apart the puppet).

One of the joys of being a performer was being able to travel. Sakon enjoyed being a street performer, enjoyed the more formal stage performing, even enjoyed the practice for performing. He loved puppetry, loved learning more of it, exploring more. He was going to a museum in Hokkaido, a long way from his home, to learn more about the art of puppet making and repair. While his family did have ties to a school of puppet makers, it was still a good idea for him to know as much as he could about as many different techniques as he could. And, he enjoyed the opportunity to travel. The journey also coincided with the autumn festivals, giving him a chance to perform as well.

He was dressed for travel, as well—a long, brown trench coat with and elbow length cape over the shoulders to keep out the cold, his sneakers on his feet, comfortable for walking and standing in, black pants, a black, long-sleeved shirt and the sleeve covers that kept his sleeves out of the way of his puppetry, and a gear-like collar. On his back, the green wooden case that held Ukon and in one hand, the suitcase that held clothes for him. He traveled light, his family only providing enough for the train fare up. It was up to him to earn the fare back and to cover a place to stay—a task he'd yet to fail in.

When he arrived at the gates of the castle, he thought it a little strange. He couldn't remember any building like the one before him in Japan, but he also knew that western style archetecture wasn't completely unheard of. The grounds looked different, too, but it was his first trip to Hokkaido, so he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. As the gates were open, he started to proceed, only to pause. He brought the case on his back forward and Ukon burst out of it.

"What is this, Sakon? This doesn't look like a museum!" the puppet declared, looking around, even over Sakon's shoulder.

"I'm not sure, Ukon. This is where the train and the map led us," the boy replied, his voice much gentler, quieter than his puppet's.

"Are you sure you read it right?" Ukon demanded.

Sakon chuckled, handing over the map. While Ukon examined the map, Sakon adjusted the case on his back and picked up his suitcase and started toward the castle again.

"Oi, Sakon, that lake is on the wrong side," Ukon said as they approached the doors to the castle.

Looking over at the map the puppet held, Sakon considered a moment then turned it around. "No, it's not," he said, raising his hand to knock on the door. It opened before him, though, before he made contact.

"This place gives me the creeps," Ukon complained.

"Hush, Ukon. We were invited," Sakon replied, though a shadow of doubt flickered over his features.

They remained in the door, though, a portrait of contrast. Sakon, with his dark clothing, dark hair, fair skin and violet eyes, still, only his eyes moving as he looked around the strange room. Ukon, a child's puppet, a masterpiece of work, with bright red hair, blue eyes and a yellow haori over a white kimono, a blue collar showing at his neck, a square sash around his neck with white medallions on it, looking around avidly, his neck craning, trying to take in everything.

"Well, I guess we're here," Ukon declared, his hands coming up behind his head. "Might as well see what this place is about, Sakon."

Sakon walked in, turning when the door closed behind him. "It seems we have little choice," he mumbled.

"What?" Ukon demanded, his eyes wide as he stared at the door.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," Sakon said, turning back to the room. As there was nowhere to remove his shoes, he left them on, walking over to a table in the center of the room. He picked up one of the pieces of paper on it, handing it over when Ukon demanded to see it.

( What is the meaning of this? )

edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

((OOC: As stated before, you don't really have to sign up to participate, nor do you have to have been involved in prior classes. If the hexagrams or trigrams do not show up for you, I am sorry, but I'm not sure which coding needs to be enabled to allow that [for me, I can see both fine at home, but at work I can't see the hexagrams, but then, I also use different operating systems and my home system is set up so I can switch languages]. One of the pages I'm linking to has pictures of the hexagrams, so don't worry too much if you see weird symbols that apparently have nothing to do with the lesson [question marks, boxes with weird things in them, however your browser/system renders them]. So, yeah, basically weird encoding warning ;) )).

Kusuriyuri knelt before the class, watching as the students filed in. On each table was a small bag containing three round coins with square holes in them as well as a blank handout. At the end of the lesson, it would show the meanings of the sixty-four hexagrams made from the eight trigrams written on the board. He watched the students as they alternately toyed with the coins and paper or simply sat, waiting.
( Lines, lines, everywhere... )

i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen couldn't neglect his favorites on what appeared to be a very popular holiday- it would have been in terrible form. But, it also would have been in terrible form to send the wrong gifts given the holiday's connotations. Too little, and his favorites might feel neglected, too much, and they might get the wrong idea. In the case of Valentine Wolfe, he did intend to convey an extra level of interest, as he unquestionably had romantic feelings towards his fellow overlord, and did want to pursue them further. And, as Jasper was already aware of his feelings, it wasn't as if he could be offended. No, it was the others who were somewhat more challenging- he was fond of all his bedmates, but was quite content with the NSA arrangements with most of them. Eventually he made his decisions, talked Jasper into helping him pick a few things up, and on Valentine's Day, sent out his house-elf on a few deliveries. He also realized that he needed to add Lord Glorfindel to the list, after receiving a strange message delivered by a singing house-elf. The Elf-Lord, strange and inaccessible as he was, was endearingly thoughtful. Vladimir also had a rather strange afterthought- mainly, he wanted to see if his house-elf could deliver something, and thus confirm an identity. And, subtly taunting an enemy under the guise of politeness was always rather amusing. He obtained a few of the gifts himself in Diagon Alley, including Jasper's, so it could be a surprise.

( To Jasper )

( To Yukimura )

( To Kuronue )

( To Steff )
( To Lord Glorfindel )

( To Skwisgaar and Toki )

( To Paul Atreides )

( To Elric )
( To Lord Valentine Wolfe )

prettypendulum.livejournal.com

((OOC: As stated in the reminder post, feel free to RP in this or start your own threads. Some of the poems wander into questionable for work anyway, so we'll just call the whole post not quite work safe and feel free to take things as far as you'd like in here or into your own threads if you want. Yukimura-mun, Kuronue-mun, and Kurama-mun all had a hand in the poetry and if you really want to know, PM one of us and we can tell you who wrote what. Otherwise, the whole point of this is to laugh....which means, really, you shouldn't have things in your mouth when reading the poems. :D If you want a reminder of who asked for what, it's here. ))

Decorations appeared, pink and frilly with an occasional burst of red and tiger-y for the myriad of students who would be celebrating the Lunar New Year. Normally, they would not have bothered with the New Year, but it fell on the same day, so the decorations came across as incidental rather than deliberate. Streamers and unpopable bubbles floated around the Great Hall and those elves tapped to deliver messages. Enthusiasm was something they all possessed in abundance; talent, not so much. Just who had set them up for this or why remained a mystery they would not divulge. Each recipient was found and serenaded, with no respect to any form of musicality, wherever they happened to be at the time.

( Tra-la-la-la-la/A valentine for you/Tra-la-la-la-la/Have a cut tag here, too )

nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com

((Backdated to sometime during the holidays. I'd have put this up sooner except, well, I've been busy.))
Given how well it had worked last year, Amaranth decided that spreading holiday saliva was a tradition that should continue for as long as possible.

Thus it was that, with the assistance of house elves, she made sure mistletoe was hanging above every frequently (and not so frequently) used door in the school. The mistletoe would be charmed to remain levitated over the school for a few days, which was certainly long enough, in Amaranth's view, for gratuitous snogging to commence.

Satisfied with her work, the nymph bounced gaily down the halls, eager to assist anyone should they find themselves in need of a makeout partner.

Current Mood: horny

i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

Having learned about Christmas from Jasper, the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen wasn't about to waste a perfectly good opportunity to give lavish presents to all his favorites. He wasn't into the whole 'Peace on Earth' thing, of course, but, as a noble, resisting the chance to hand out extravagant gifts was simply impossible. Vladimir's gifts, for the most part, were all custom-ordered from various Diagon Alley wizarding merchants or purchased through antiques dealers with Jasper's help. Vladimir did, however, handle Jasper's gift on his own, as to not tip off Jasper as to the nature of it.

( For Jasper )( For Valentine )
( For Yukimura )
( For Kuronue )
( For Steff )
( For Skwisgaar, Toki, and their Shoggy children )
( For A )
( For Lord Glorfindel )

gourmetchairman.livejournal.com

( From Kaga to Kusuriyuri and Kurama )
( From Kaga to Yukimura )
( From Kaga to Hiei )
( From Kaga to Dwight and Tako )
( From Kaga to Rika, Pippi, and A )
( From Mio to Lezard )
( From George to Jasper, Glorfindel, and Elrond )

vaultofstars.livejournal.com

Elrond had recently seen an extremely strange sight in the Forbidden Forest. A sight both strange, and deeply unsettling, and certainly not the sort of thing that an innocent person taking a stroll in the woods should have to come upon. Two men- well, a man and a creature that looked similar to a man with wings- had been engaging in unspeakable sexual acts, right out in the open. Being an Elf, Elrond considered the forest to be a very public sort of place.

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tallyhopippip.livejournal.com

[[And maybe Elrond.]]

[[Takes place roughly three to five days after this]]

Pain.

Indescribable pain.

Pain that is very hard to describe.

That was what George had been feeling for the past few days, on and off. Whatever had knocked him out could only knock it out so much. He remained huddled god-knows-where in a ball, whimpering and crying out for someone, anyone.

Then suddenly the pain stopped.

George held his breath. It stopped? Just like that? He must be better! Not noticing that he didn't really need to breathe, he opened his now-red eyes to see an elf there.

"Oh, hello."

bar-en-lothglor.livejournal.com

((Continued from here.))

George was carried as quickly as Glorfindel could manage up to the room the Elf-Lord shared with Elrond in Gryffindor. The Elves' respective routines at Hogwarts were somewhat different from what they'd been in Imladris, and he had made a point of familiarising himself with Elrond's so that he would know where to find him at any given hour, which served him well now. Glorfindel dearly hoped today would not be the day his friend decided to break habit, and that he would be in their room when he got there—if anyone at Hogwarts stood a chance at healing George's terrible wound, ( it would be Elrond. )

tallyhopippip.livejournal.com

[Takes place the day after Muggle Studies]

So George has injured himself! How did that happen?

Oh, yes, yes, George knows how it happened, he got a little careless with his gun, but anyone could do that. And it's not like he's completely stupid; he's gone to the hospital wing.

Though he was probably making his wound worse, walking around like he did, with only a cane for support. But it worked for Captain Darling, so surely it would work for George! Never mind that he's not as good with changing his bandages as Darling would have been, so they do smell a little bloody.

But no matter, George missed the rest of the class! And he did so want to try out those new guns too.

Well, time to head to that class!

bigcuteeyes.livejournal.com

Kayo stopped. This was not what she expected the inside of the shop to look like. She pursed her lips together, brow furrowed and looked down at the small scrap of paper in her hand with the address then back up at the room around her. There was no way all this was inside the little shop where she had been told she could get work. She had double checked the address and everything. It looked like a normal store in Edo from the outside. She groaned. Maybe it was the wrong place after all. She didn't want to be late for her potential new job. She made to turn around, but the sliding door she had just come through had become a huge pair of intimidating double doors with large brass knobs. She had a sinking feeling she wasn't where she meant to be.

Oh, dear. She didn't want to go back out through that. She turned around to face the huge place she was now in.

She cautiously moved forward. "H-hello? There must be some mistake. I came in for a job." After a long moment of silence, she sighed. Should she have expected anything less? Ever since the Sakaki house weird things kept happening to her. Where was Kusuriyuri-san now? She hoped this wasn't another ayakashi...thing.

Kayo had taken off her shoes in order to come in. She hoped she hadn't lost them. She liked those geta.

She padded deeper into the room, looking around, until she saw a table. On the table there was a feather and a little bottle (maybe with ink?) and piece of parchment with questions on it. She touched the chair to make sure it wouldn't jump out at her. One could never be too careful. Once assured that at least the chair wasn't a mononoke in disguise, she sat down and glanced over at the paper before her.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: nervous

i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

The first portion of a two-part Muggle Studies class will be held on Saturday the 24th of October. The subject will be An Introduction to Modern Muggle Weaponry, and as such, it may be somewhat dangerous. If you have problems with loud noises or strange moral issues regarding warfare, it is advised that you do not attend. This will be a practical class, and as such, will be hands-on experience. Arrive on time, and prepared to pay attention. In order to assure that I will have enough equipment prepared for everyone, sign up on this roster if you plan to attend. Sign up for Part 2 will be separate, and at a later date.

Baron Vladimir Harkonnen (Professor)

((Part 1 of the class isn't the war game- that'll be Part 2. Just a clarification as this was asked in chat, but I was afk at the time.))

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

Throughout history, many strange and sinister rains had been recorded. Rains of blood, of meat, of frogs. Rains of locusts. Rains of fire and brimstone.

But had there ever been a rain like this?

The grounds of Hogwarts were splattered with a viscous pink goo. Between the falling drops of pinkish sludge, the malevolent Baby Sun's rays continued to shine.

It was a rain of Tubby Custard. The stuff was liquid enough to be drinkable through the straws built into Tubby breakfast bowls, yet thick enough to be called a custard. And it was truly vile. Even Teletubbies, who lived on this pink goo, had been known to experience deep upset and dismay upon witnessing a Tubby Custard mess. There was something about the prospect of uncontrolled Tubby Custard that struck fear into the heart-approximating organ of a Teletubby. How much more should a human fear this glop?

The Baby Sun cooed its delight. Plants, animals, centaurs, buildings, all acquired unsightly splotches of Tubby Custard. The rain continued sporadically as the day wore on, and would not cease until the Baby Sun set for the night.