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ponyfectionist.livejournal.com

Jherek Carnelian and Rarity had been palling around, and had come to the conclusion that Hogwarts required a bit of aggressive beautification- neither of them being the sort to tackle anyone and force 'good taste' upon them, they had decided that offering free makeovers in the Great Hall was the best way to go about this- not only was it a way to spread the importance of aesthetics, it was an excellent opportunity to advertise Rarity's boutique in Sparklypoo.

A corner of the Great Hall was now given over to their temporary makeovers booth, much of which would be disseminated into the ether from which it came when they were done with their endeavor. The booth itself was an elegant pavilion which would not have been out of place in Canterlot, draped in pale iridescent silks, and liberally spangled with jewels (most of which were artificially created by Jherek, considering their size). The poles were golden-accented, and a small swathe of perfectly trimmed grass had been conjured up to surround it. A number of perfectly-manicured rosebushes and cute little topiaries adored this little lawn, sporting huge metallic blossoms of silver and gold. At the entrance to the sign a marquee proclaimed "Free Makeovers" in elaborate script, with the by-line of "Courtesy of Carousel Boutique Hogwarts".

For the occasion, Jherek had put together a 'French' outfit- a striped black and white shirt, close fitting, with tight black pants, a little red scarf, and a beret atop his shorter-than-usual hair. He'd felt it a stylishly conservative choice, especially when accessorized with a small false mustache and an opium cigarette in a long lacquered holder, which it was. Rarity had decided to show off in one of her more magnificent creations, a recreation of a rather lovely ensemble in fuchsia and gold, complete with a tiara and glass slippers, that had been one of the few highlights of an otherwise disastrous evening some time past. She had set out a few simpler creations, a few decorated baskets of gems, and some small tasteful bottled waters with her boutique's logo pony-magicked over their former labels, in view of passers-by. She stood out front, levitating one of the gem baskets first one way, then another, looking for just the perfect location for them to reflect the light in the most aesthetically pleasing manner.

i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

((In short- It's a giant over-the-top wedding party with a Dethklok concert for characters to enjoy and do whatever- the whole school's been invited. It should be noted that Dethklok's music is known to have a almost magical effect- they've driven audiences insane, raised trolls, caused hurricanes, etc. Half the food's been spiked by Valentine, choose your poison if desired! This was a group-written bit of epic TL;DR with permission received from all characters mentioned- sorry about the length, but there's a lot going on! The dragons arrive at the very end of the party- they mark 'the end' so to say, and are mostly just torching everything but the DETHTOWER, They're not assaulting any random chars, so there's no reason for anyone to interfere with them, it's basically 'under control'. . . =D ))

Certain human traditions are nearly universal- in most any culture, the concept of marriage can be found in one form or another. And in most of these cultures, marriages involve weddings. The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen and Lord Valentine Wolfe knew this as well as anyone, and, also knew exactly what a wedding actually was. Although many of the common masses felt weddings to be a wonderful, romantic celebration of a couple's love and commitment, both of these noblemen knew that a wedding was actually a huge, memorable party- memorable being key- intended to make a public statement. Although the exact nature of this statement varied from situation to situation, Vladimir and Valentine were well-aware that their union was making the best statement, which basically summed up to "We're better than you, we have more fun than you, and if you fuck with either of us, you fuck with both of us." Obviously, this statement had to be accompanied by a party of unforgettable proportion.

( An epic account of the wedding extravaganza follows. . . )

soris-tabris.livejournal.com

Soris came through a small, wooden door, very, very confused. He had been going into the marketplace to sell a few things-- and upon walking out the front door to his home had ended up here.

"Shianni? Look, this isn't funny. Kallian?" His cousin was Warden-Commander and hero of Fereldan, sure, but for her to gather all these resources just to play a trick on him seemed unlike her.

"All right, this is too strange. Somebody needs to explain what's going on..."

And that's when he saw the parchment sitting on the desk in the middle of the room.

State your full name.
Soris looked a little nervous. “I, uh... Soris Tabris.”
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
“Well, if we're really lucky, we can buy some of the nicer stuff from the Denerim marketplace. But, uh, we don't get lucky very often.”
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
“I'm not... I don't...” It actually takes a moment for the young elf to compose himself before he speaks again. “I don't do that anymore. If they hurt my family, though, I'd do it.”
3. What time is it where you are?
Soris glances about the room, looking out the window. “I think it's still morning. It's still kind of light out.”
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
“I wouldn't dare,” said Soris, visibly angry. “it's... a very sensitive subject. Ask the next question.”
5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
“Uh... The, uh...” Soris ponders for a long while. “The Kidnapped Bridesmaid? Because it sounds witty in retrospect but was horrible at the time... Dear Maker, I'm not good at being witty.”
B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
“He should end up with someone he loves. I mean, I'm no theologian, but the Maker is very big on love.” Soris looked at his answer askance, praying that they would accept what he'd offered.
C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I'm constantly disposing of it.
“Well, try putting lots of stuff on the desk so that there's nowhere to put the paperwork,” the young elf offered hopefully. He was smart, for someone who hadn't been given much schooling outside of ancient elven history, reading, and combat training.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
“I, uh... I killed Vaughan Urien. I'm not really proud of it, but I killed him.” He paused. “I mean, my cousin was there, but I landed the final blow. She just sorta killed the other two guys. But it was Vaughan we were after!”
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
I, uh, I can give you these!” Soris pulled a small package out of his backpack-- his wedding clothes, which he had been planning to sell. “They're really nicely made. The whole alienage chipped in.”

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

redunderwearman.livejournal.com

[[I promise to keep the fourth wall awareness to a minimum. And vague enough that the others will just think he's nuts, lol.]]

It was a normal day in the popcorn room, and by normal I mean that there are bunches of popcorn kernels in there.

There was a kernel, though, that was shaking back and forth, slowly at first, but then more, before it finally burst.

A flash of light zapped around the room before stopping and dissipating to reveal a blue man in red tights.

"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOGWARTS!"

Yes, everyone's favorite superteen, Freakazoid, has returned to Hogwarts.

Freakazoid looked down at his butter covered self. "So this is what it feels like to be pancakes. I could go for some!"

was-the-bait.livejournal.com

Life had become one crazy moment after another and Adam couldn't keep his head on straight. The angels were supposed to make it so he could see his mom again, so he had went with Zachariah, but now...he regretted that choice.

Doubled over in pain and losing more from his body than he thought he should Adam cursed himself when the two men burst through the door, they saved him, his head swam some and it all went kind of fast. But Dean got Zachariah and in the end, Adam didn't die.

Now all he had to do was make it to the door, Dean and Sam were there, maybe there was some thing to this family business after all.

Or so he thought, but what did he know and how would he ever find out, because the door slammed, and every thing went white and all his ears could do was ring as Adam grabbed them tightly and went to his knees.

( Then suddenly the light dimmed and the sound faded and all that remained was a voice. )

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

ariemorytwo.livejournal.com

sequela@hogwarts.IntraNet.net posted:

Hello. How are you? I am new to Hogwarts and have some questions of the kind new people sometimes think and seldom have the opportunity to ask.

Do you like your House? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

Do you like Hogwarts? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

What is the funniest thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

What is the worst thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

Who is the handsomest man at Hogwarts? Who is the most beautiful woman?

Do you like cheese?

Thank you for your time.

Current Mood: amused

3pc-point.livejournal.com

It's the stairs that make Arthur decide he likes Hogwarts.

Like most students, he's turned out of the sorting room with a house name and the clothes on his back. The directions he's gotten are unreliable at best, ranging from "over there somewhere" to a series of twists and turns that finally lead him to a dead end. He's heading down a hallway, looking for the next person to ask when he runs out of hallways and comes out onto a landing leading to the staircases.

The staircases lead up and down and wherever they want to. He watches one staircase detach from the third floor and lazily stretch itself up to the fifth. Another set of stairs decides that being linear is boring and twists into a tight spiral, ending up on the same floor but on the other side. It's almost too much to take in, and frankly, it's one of the most amazing things he's ever seen.

Arthur is a bit of a stair nerd.

He'll claim that he merely has an appreciation of impossible architecture, that it comes with spending so long around people who can bend cities in their dreams. But there's a reason why the Penrose stairs are one of his favorites, why it's what he shows off first. They're simple, elegant, useful, and embody the fantastical nature of dreams that he finds so intriguing. While these stairs lack the subtlety of the Penrose ones, the sheer grandeur of them captivates him completely.

Which is why he's still there half an hour later, watching the stairs and walking up and down them to see them shift under his feet and swing him around to places he had no intention of visiting.

3pc-point.livejournal.com

Arthur came into the sorting room carrying his coat, a leather messenger bag, a rolling suitcase, and a sleek silver briefcase. The scowl he was wearing wasn't a result of suddenly ending up here, although it certainly made it deeper.

He had no idea how he'd gotten here, and that was a very bad thing.

He had just been picking up the suitcase at a train station, since the shiny silver screamed "INSPECT ME" in airports and it had to be transported discreetly. Arthur wondered if he'd been grabbed just after that, because he'd been going down into dreams long enough to be able to remember what happened before he went under. The seamless transition from train station to ...castle? ...lair? ...or whatever this was had him on edge. First things first, though. He pulled a red die out of his pocket and walked over to the conveniently placed table in the center of the room. He set the briefcase down (neatly, lined up with one of the table legs) and put his coat over the handle of the suitcase (folded carefully, no wrinkles).
( I would hate to see you out of control. )

((Spoiler warning: All of the information in this app can be found in the previews for the movie. There are no spoilers in the application. If a spoiler comes up in the thread, I'll add a warning to the subject line. This promo clip is pretty much all you need to know.))

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

i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com

A's garden had been thriving, and was producing burgeoning amounts of, well, produce. And while there was off-the-plant snacking and afternoon picnics to revel in the taste of the summer fruits and vegetables, there was the rest of the year to consider.

Thus, A in the kitchen with heaps of fruits and jars standing in pans of steaming water.

laughaloads.livejournal.com

((The Joker has no knowledge of his exploits before his unpopcorning, but is fully aware that he's in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His mind's unhinged like that.))

He emerged from the steaming husk of the puffed popcorn shell, the butter oozing into a thick pool about the carnage of the released inmate. No sooner had the staleness of the air entered his lungs, as if for the first time - like birth, that he began laughing. It started off low and loose as he gripped the fissured edge of one half of the popcorn and hoisted himself up. It grew more unhinged and continuous as his black loafers sounded against the stone floor. His emerald hair was a mess, butter dripped off his indigo lapel, his clothes soaked. His shoulders shook with his laughter.

The Joker moved past the sleeping house-elf, a low laughter following him like a fog. He slumped against the door at the top of the spiral staircase, his shoulders shaking, his laughter building. He held his gut, his laughter echoed off the stone walls as it built, it got louder, more wheezy in its delivery. In one fluent and violent motion, he shoved the door open and stepped out into the empty corridor. The door slammed against the stone wall, its screws buckling. It closed slowly behind him. "Ye heh heh ha ha!" He boomed, wiping his forehead of sweat and butter, he pulled at his lapel and sighed. "Oh-ho, what a punch line!" His brow lowered and shadowed his eyes, his smile widening further than lips would usually allow, showcasing yellowed teeth. "Hello Hogwarts, Joker's back in town! Wa heh heh ah HA HA HA HA!"

Current Location: The Popcorn Crypt

shito-is-a-kun.livejournal.com

So, it seemed that Shito was stuck in this weird place, unable to leave. It bothered him that his right hand didn't bother him. Shouldn't that mean Akatsuki was near, but he hadn't heard him (and with as loud as the blond was prone to be, he should have), but his hand wasn't starting to rot off like it had when they had been separated, like he knew it should be. Was this place some kind of alternate world, like the one that the shinigami and the watashimori inhabited? Or was this some kind of weird, convoluted dream or hallucination, maybe induced by Toho? He still hadn't decided, but the Hat had told him he belonged in Slytherin, wherever that was. He didn't particularly care to talk to the large-eared creatures as they had to be part of this whole dream. The humans, though, they might be real—they looked real.

What he really wanted was his room with his My Betty 2 dolls and his collection of pop culture arranged just so around his room. The thought of Kita or Akatsuki, or worse, Toho, in his room, made him shudder. He really didn't want to think about that.

Maybe his 'room' here would actually be his room and he would wake and find this all a dream? For the first time in one hundred fifty years, he wondered what it would be like to be drunk, if he could really forget.

He didn't notice he was getting more and more lost as he walked until he looked up and saw tattered wall hangings and sparse lighting. He stopped, turning around in place. "Where am I now?" he demanded, his voice far more world-weary than his appearance as a sixteen year old could account for.

masteroftitans.livejournal.com

((WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS for Spartacus: Blood and Sand, season 1.))

A middle-aged man of unimpressive stature, dressed in the garments of a successful Roman and drenched in blood, appeared on the floor of the Sorting Room. After a moment, he stood up, looking around. There was supposed to be a river. And a ferryman. And a three-headed dog. But, there wasn't. There was only a strange room, without a trace of sand or blood anywhere. Except on his garments, which were drenched in it. His hand sought his neck as he took in his surroundings, lingering there a moment, and he frowned.

( Read more... )

not-so-stellar.livejournal.com

(( With mod permission and due process followed, here is Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa does not remember her prior time(s) at Hogwarts, unless and until we find it amusing. Barring that, she's straight outta HBP. ))

She found herself on a cold floor, amid a pool of tepid and congealing butter, and her muscles were not obeying her. Very little elegance in this, more's the pity: Narcissa twitched. It was not even as dignified as sleep-paralysis. Her limbs were coming back to life, all pins-and-needles, and she did not know what had happened to her. She could only assume the worst.

Draco, failing? Snape's Unbreakable Vow, exacted at such a cost of pain and embarrassment for Narcissa, all for nothing? Memories of the most recent past stirred sluggishly in a mind not quite yet in possession of its full faculties. No, but Dumbledore was dead, was dead, and that task was done -- why would anyone have punished Narcissa? (And by anyone, she meant Him, or someone acting at His order, which amounted to the same thing. Him. The Dark Lord, who had wanted her son to fail.)

She shivered and cried for her husband. She would be deeply embarrassed later.

adm-zex.livejournal.com

The Vux with the big red bow hadn't been around much lately and for good reason. Zex had been studying. Human mating habits, specifically. And he had found a new idea.
( Read more... )

V. D. Matchup Service!
Anyone seeking a "date" or close encounter on Valentine's Day can sign up below and be matched to another creature. If you like, specify species (please be aware that since humans are the majority you're far more likely to get a human partner.)
Also, specify your preferred gender and method of pleasuring. Happy Valentine's Day!

callmewednesday.livejournal.com

A flier was posted outside the Great Hall:

Attention, new students:

Do you have a wand?

Do you care to have a wand?

Come to the Ancient Runes office and help yourself. There is a shoebox of used and abandoned wands from which you're welcome to choose. Each is labeled with its length and composition, including both the wand's wood and its core material.

Double entendre, though entertaining in other circumstances, has long ago become tedious in regard to wands in a box. Do not bring your wand jokes with you to the Ancient Runes office. If you absolutely must share, please write your favorite bit of wand innuendo at the bottom of this flier, so as to get it out of your system.

- Mr. Wednesday
Professor of Ancient Runes

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.
( Allow 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 ;) ))

tricky-tailor.livejournal.com

With a resounding bang, a man was deposited in the middle of the corridor, covered in butter and salt. His appearance was definitely not human, his skin brownish with an almost reptilian look to it. He cast a quick glance around, assessing his situation before regarding his ruined clothes with a measure of distaste.

“Well, this is certainly.. odd.” Elam Garak got to his feet and began wiping the butter from his face and hands. “Quark, if this is your idea of a joke in one of the holosuites, I am not amused,” he declared.

The lack of immediate response prompted the Cardassian to pause and look around again, even scenting the air to try and learn more about his location. The air was cool, almost too cool for him to be comfortable.

“Hm. Not a holosuite then. So just where am I?”

kingbandit.livejournal.com

Jing is a thief. He lives to steal secrets and the representations of grief or pain from their owners. Hogwarts is rife with such secrets, but there is the matter of deciding just what to steal and when and whether he'd truly get away with it.

Then, there is the open challenge he has out to another thief, but the time isn't right yet. So many things happen that keep that particular prize from achieving the value it should have before it's reclaimed.

He's seen the compy lab and wondered about it. Does it hold secrets to steal? The best way to find out is to try. And Jing is one to be rather direct, issuing warnings of his intent. The lab is perfect for this as well.

A brief introductory session, interrupted by a tapestry behind him and the house elf showing him the system bursting into flames, and Jing understands much more than he was shown. In the manner of mischief common to boys and thieves, he makes a post under the name "ODorobou," since he is not one to hide just who and what he is.

Everyone has secrets, things they hide--or think they do--that they don't want anyone else to know. The problem with those secrets is the harder you try to hide them, the more valuable and more vulnerable they become. Unburden yourself. Reveal your secrets and be free of them.

Another fire behind him makes him decide to wait elsewhere, but he'll check back periodically to see just what secrets he collects.

This may be one of the easier heists he's pulled, if it works.

Current Mood: mischievous

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

Starter Debate Questions:

1) How will you make your House a better place?
2) Are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced?
3) Teamwork is important. How do you get along with the members of your House?
4) If you were to get your ass kicked, who would you want to do it and why?
5) Who is your hero and why?
6) Where my lasers at?

Rules for the Debate:

A. Any persons currently nominated for Prefect may choose to answer or not answer any questions asked.

B. Any Hogwarts student or staff member, including those running for Prefect, may pose additional questions to any or all nominees. If you would like to ask nominees questions, please ask them now ((OOCly: post them in a comment or comments to this post. Be sure to indicate in your subject line that your comment contains questions, and if they are directed to specific candidates, please indicate that, as well.)) Keep in mind that nominees are not required to answer any questions. Voters may choose to take failure to answer any way they would like.

C. Question answering begins immediately, and lasts until the time the Polls go up, which will be approximately 8:00 p.m. Monday, August 24, 2009. ((OOCly that's 8 pm Eastern Daylight Time. ICly it wouldn't make any sense to specify a time zone since they're all at Hogwarts XD ))

raistlin-red.livejournal.com

His entry was preceeded by the rustle of robes against the stone and the steady tap of a staff on the floor. Hourglass shaped eyes narrowed at his unfamiliar surroundings. Raistlin Majere, sorceror of Krynn and bearer of the Red Robes of Neutrality, surveyed the room. He was alone, there were no signs of his oafish brother Caramon, Tanis, even that infernal Kender, Tasselhoff. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep near the fire, and hearing the steady snores of his companions.

After a moment’s pause, the hood was pushed back, revealing the careworn face of a young man. White hair tumbled past his shoulders, contrasting with his metallic golden skin.

“Shirak,” the young man whispered. The round crystal, clutched in a golden dragon’s talon at the top of his staff flared, spilling light into the room.

Seized with a coughing fit that racked his entire body, Raistlin clutched at his staff to remain standing. When the fit had passed, he straightened, and noticed the quill hovering over the parchment.

(the mun apologizes in advance, Raistlin is a complicated, sarcastic and often bitter character considering his very frail health. So he can sound rather dickish. His spellcasting abilities are based on the AD&D 2nd ed rules))

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

( Read on )

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Makeovers! (Open RP)

The Harkonnen-Wolfe Wedding Extravaganza! (with Dethklok!)

Application for Soris Tabris (Dragon Age: Origins)

The Unpopping of Freakazoid.

Application for Adam Milligan Supernatual Season Five

compy post, open: Inquiring mind(s) want to know!

Stairgasm ((Open RP))

Application for Arthur: Inception

We're Jammin'! - RP in the kitchen

Pop Goes the Weasel: The Joker [Open RP]

A Zombie Wanders the Halls ((Open RP))

Application: Quintus Lentulus Batiatus (Spartacus : Blood and Sand)

open RP: an unpopcorning, quiet and without incident

V.D. Matchups

open rp and/or handwaving: Wand in a Box

Demotivational Posters ((Squib bait app))

A Completely Ordinary Tailor (and certainly not a spy!) unpops

Compy Post: Your secrets

prefect debates!

Raistlin's Application