[identity profile] theregothedrums.livejournal.com
It wasn't a matter of distress or inner conflict. His current situation needed to be handled with finesse, of course, but if it was too easy he'd know better than to trust it. Still, it was nice to take a break from all that earnestness for a drink or two and, of all things, a hot fudge sundae. Because sometimes a hot fudge sundae is just what you need.
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
(( OOC: The CWB event is going so well! Everyone is being awesome and now it's time to wrap it up. We definitely have enough attackers, with enough luck, to defeat the bear. Since we have so many separate fight threads going on but there is only one Canadian Weasley Bear, we thought we should bring it all together. To avoid getting hung up on posting order, here's how it will work:

One of the fighters posts a comment
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The Hat account replies for the Bear
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Any other fighter replies to that Bear comment
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The Hat account replies again for the Bear
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Any other fighter replies to that comment

Etc, until we think the Bear has been vanquished! This way we keep it all in one thread, but we also avoid getting stalled by posting order. The Bear will be played with speed by mods who've subscribed to the thread, so that there won't be a lag on the Bear's side. Make sense? If not, give us a shout. ))

ExpandScores thus far, in order of success: )

***
Expandour story thus far!!! )

Time to take this ginger menace down.
[identity profile] hogwarts-kojiro.livejournal.com
Ask Dean Winchester, and he might tell you he'd escaped the Hat Shore dome. Ask the Sorting Hat, and it might tell you Dean just wasn't entertaining enough for the Hat's liking. (More shirtlessness would have pleased the Sorting Hat.) On the one hand, the Dome was unbreakable; on the other hand, the night of Dean's departure, the Dome had been open for visitors to come and go freely.

The nature of the departure was not covered on the show, either by Ari's voiceover or by Elric the Adjudicator's in-house admonishments.

What did happen openly was this: the Sorting Hat, inspired by other reality shows, decided to introduce a new housemate, one chosen for maximum drama.

It was none other than the Headmistress' secretary, Hogwarts' own resident samurai ninja king, Kojiro the enigmatic.

He moved into the room Dean used to share with Turlough — but did he sleep there? He seemed to be everywhere but his own room. Perpetually shirtless, Kojiro would sit on the living-room sofa oiling his bare and hairless chest with Johnson's Baby Oil. He would nap in others' beds while they were off doing other things during the daytime. He would also short-sheet others' beds. Perhaps someone had given Kojiro some kind of handbook on stereotypical summer-camp pranks.

It was unlikely anyone had fallen for it when Kojiro covered the toilet bowl with clingfilm.

Of course, there was never any proof Kojiro had done these things (though the cameraman quite often captured Kojiro's antics for the viewers' benefit). Except for the clear oily smudges his baby-oiled hands might leave, he had no real calling card to leave. But who else to blame? None of this stuff was happening before Dean left and Kojiro joined Hat Shore!

The time had come. Feeling obligated in his erstwhile Prefectly role, Beowulf called a House Meeting.

Everyone was invited except Kojiro, who'd taken the limo back to the school for the night. Adding insult to injury, Kojiro was allowed to leave the dome anytime he wanted.
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
Clearly, the residents of Hat Shore needed something to do to keep from getting restless, much like a giant hamster ball. But once the idea of shoving everybody into a giant hamster ball had been nixed, the next best thing had been arranged: a boot camp! It would get everybody out into the open air, give everyone a chance to burn off energy, and provide a good laugh to all and sundry.

Being a wise and all-knowing and general busybody of a Hat who could indeed read minds while Sorting (even if it liked talking for talking's sake), the Hat had the perfect candidate in mind to be drafted into its fun. A few consultations were made, owls were exchanged, and Yoda, former Grand Master of the Jedi Order, found himself in charge of Hat Shore's Boot Camp.

ExpandHat Shore goes to camp. Not a happy camp. )

((Yoda will be available upon request--please note so in the subject line of your reply.

In order to pick a winner, the mods request that participating contestants go to random.org and use the number generator on the front page, 1 to 100, on the subject line of each first event post for your character. We will be operating on an honor system. At 11 p.m. US Eastern time on Wednesday, February 9, the mods will be totaling up the numbers and determining the winner thusly. Any further IC interactions--races, dueling, etc.--should be handled as usual, with communication between players to determine what, if anything, they wish to happen.

Have fun with each other and the environment!))
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
So where did the Hat get a magic boombox?

And where did all this boiled goose come from? Because there are platters of boiled goose in random places around the Hat Shore house. Not just in the dining room, but also on the bathroom counter, and the coffee table, and on one of the lounge chairs poolside.

The boombox starts playing. It doesn't seem to have an off switch or batteries to remove. It won't turn off until it's gone through its entire playlist. Which consists of:

Expandthe Hat's idea of entertainment )

As long as the music is playing, the residents of Hat Shore feel inclined to dance, wear fingerless gloves, eat boiled goose, dance some more ... (Since no one is sufficiently geriatric for the nursing-home-specific effect to kick in, everyone is spared the orgies that a magic boombox could have created.)

The dancing is interpretive and creative!
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
ExpandThe contestants are led from the limos to the house ... )

The pairs were:

  • Bad Boyz 4 Lyfe: Bucky Katt and Kuronue, room 2.

  • SnarkBros: Vislor Turlough and Dean Winchester, room 7.

  • Pretty in Pink: Cathy Dollanganger and the Shoggies, room 1.

  • Team Beefcake: Beowulf Ecgtheowsson and Captain Jack Harkness, room 3.

  • Bat and Bait: The Scout and Adam Milligan, room 4.

  • Sparkle and Kimono: George St. Bartleigh and Sanada Yukimura, room 6.

  • Team Estrogen: Glorificus and Maddie Magellan, room 5.




Once the entire group of fourteen was assembled, the house-elves herded them into the Hat Shore house's dining room, where each was required to sit in a suspensor chair. A map of Arrakis hanging on the dining-room wall revealed its true purpose: it wasn't a map, it was a television screen! The desert geography dissolved into the familiar interior of Hogwarts' own Great Hall, with Ariane Emory somberly gazing into the camera, microphone in hand.

ExpandWelcome to Hat Shore. )

ExpandElric the Adjudicator lays down the laws )

Before anyone could pose a question about the rules, the Adjudicator raised a hand to ward off such foolish attempts. "Questions will not be taken at this time. Rules are not up for debate. Contestants, to your rooms! Craft supplies await you!"

And indeed they did. Tons of craft supplies had been brought to each room by the house elves while the contestants were listening to Elric. Many colors of felt, glitter and glue, ample markers and butcher paper, a bulletin board for each room, and -- the pièce de resistance -- each room had its very own Bedazzler.
[identity profile] mad-glory.livejournal.com
"...and then she and her mousy little paramour toss this sparkly stuff all over me. Say goodbye to that dress. But before I could stomp them both into so much sticky witchy goo, she claps her hands and suddenly I'm miles away, starting my descent from 30,000 feet. I could not believe they'd pull such a cheap, flashy trick! I mean, come on, goddess, y'know?"

Glory sighed, taking a sip from a half-empty margarita. She was well into the second hour of her tale of Sunnydale frustration (lavishly annotated) and had conveniently neglected to notice that she was boring the bartender to tears, or possibly to a desperate homicide attempt.

"If you're gonna defy me, at least defy me with a little style. Show some respect for tradition and come up with a few candles or a blood ritual or something. Because banishment by glitter, pfft, that ranks right down there below even the ol' marshmallow detonation gag, am I right? If it ever gets around to the other hellgods I'll never hear the end of it..."
[identity profile] mad-glory.livejournal.com
The popcorn shifted, a bit more violently than usual, and a tallish, attractive blonde woman in a bright red dress appeared in the room, thoroughly doused with butter.

"Ew," she said, nose wrinkling as she surveyed herself and the room. "What's with the retro pantry motif? What the Hell's Gentle Ben been getting into this time?" She paused, considering the butter. "Gotta admit, I didn't think he had it in him to be this kinky. Go Benny." She sighed and raised her voice slightly. "All right, you scabby little maggots, where are you hiding now? Jinx! Murk! Dreg even! Front and center!"

Receiving no answer, she scowled, pacing in a small circle. "That's the problem with sycophantic minion hordes these days," she said out loud to herself, aggrieved. "You try for a little me-time and they're all over you like scabies, but the minute you actually need a round of good ol'-fashioned craven fawning, the li'l cockroaches up and disappear on you." She flailed her hands momentarily in agitation. "So not fair! I paid good money for that motivational flaying program! Argh! Well, fine..."

Grumbling, she stripped out of the buttered dress, revealing a second, completely clean one underneath, and shook the butter out of her hair with an impatient gesture, flinging the soiled garment carelessly over the nearest wall sconce. "Hello! Goddess in the house! What's a deity gotta do to get a snack around here?"

She stepped up to the doorway, planting her hands on her shapely hips and peering around the hallway with a businesslike air. "Somebody in this joint's gotta have a brain worth eating..."

Astronomy!!

Sep. 5th, 2006 02:44 pm
[identity profile] glory-god.livejournal.com
*Glory magicks notices up into each House's common room, the Main Hall and anywhere else she can think of. NB. She is feeling very *nice* since her talk with Queen Marisoo....*

Astronomy Class!

Glorificus will teach Astronomy some more! I will teach you about the stars in this universe, and my own. If you want to talk about the stars in your universe, please do so!

Sign up below for class, which will take place in my beautiful Astronomy Tower! At midnight!

Cakes provided! You will be working in pairs!

((ooc: pairs can be discussed here OOC, or Glory will randomly assign you...))
[identity profile] emilyremains.livejournal.com
((Sorry it's late!))

Anya and Emily sat in the newly decorated room, waiting for the other members to show up.

They had done well with the room, all things considered. It was clean and fresh, with several large chairs to sit in and a coffee table in the middle. On the table stood a tea tray brought from the kitchens, with a pot of tea, cups for everyone, some milk, sugar and a large plate of biscuits. None of them had managed to magic up working lamps, so the room was instead filled with white candles that gave light but no heat.

Emily was a little nervous. "What if no one shows up?" she asked Anya.

Howler!

Jun. 19th, 2006 07:59 pm
[identity profile] nannynutter.livejournal.com
Agnes threw an owl out of the Hospital Wing's window angrilly, and turned back to the unconcious students all lying on the beds. That Glory was going to Pay.

ExpandHowler to Glorificus. )



A few moments later, she penned a note to the Robot Devil.

ExpandOwl to Professor Beezlebot )
[identity profile] glory-god.livejournal.com
Glory has finally made it out of her Tower rooms. Since the reappearance of Dawn (Not to mention that frighteningly familiar girl who spoke in colours) she's been feeling less and less together, and she's been curled on the floor of her suite for a few days now. Finally she managed to get out of the room, and all the way to the stairs by the entrance hall.

She looks awful, her hair greasy and matted, her dress crumpled and dirty, her skin sheened with sweat and her eyes wild. She's sitting at the bottom of the stairs up against the wall, muttering to herself.

"They tried to take it, but it wouldn't come. Never trust the monks. Tiny, tiny insignificant....the lights are nice. I like what they've...what they've done with..." She shudders a little and starts crying.


((OOC: if any normal human characters get too close to Glory she will attempt to brain-suck them. This is a non-lethal procedure which, while painful, is fixable by magic, so your character would be a bit insane for a while, until delivered to the capable team in the Hospital Wing. Please let me know OOC if you are ok with your character being brain-sucked.

She can't do this to vampires in the show, so it's safe to assume aliens, demons, etc aren't any use to her either.))
[identity profile] war-god-ares.livejournal.com
Ares stands outside of Glory's room, wine and chocolate in hand. Sure, he could have just gone in unannounced, but he was trying to get on her good side. Tonight seemed promising though, it'd been too long since he'd had a chance to really mess with mortals.
[identity profile] late-born-myth.livejournal.com
ExpandOwls to Glory and Hermes )
[identity profile] agedsand.livejournal.com


 
[identity profile] ginevram.livejournal.com
ExpandInside the Three Broomsticks )

((While screened for female characters under the age of 30, the Three Broomsticks is a public facility, so it is possible for other characters to crash the party. It'll be a lot easier if they're disguised as a female under thirty, though. *wink*))

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