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m-valmont.livejournal.com

Sebastian Valmont heard his step-sister's final line "Happy Hunting, Sebastian", as he closed the double doors behind him, with a loud crash.

That was unusual. As was the sudden deviation from his Manhattan home, into this strange stone room. With a desk. Sitting on top of it was a piece of paper, with a quill. And his journal. There was also the ashtray with his cigarette.

"How peculiar. I don't recall taking some of Kathryn's coke." He paused, and then chuckled ( Nice try Kathryn. Could you be more desperate? )

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

jezzthespoon.livejournal.com

((Spoilers for the first two books of the Lady Penitent trilogy, some spoilerish references to War of the Spider Queen. Permission given from all current Realms-muns, namely Yours Truly))

A dark-skinned elf limped into the Sorting Room, his left leg encased in a brace of leather and metal, dragging two overstuffed-looking bags behind him. He came to a stop at the table of applications, released his luggage, flexed his fingers with a wince, then briefly lifted the half-mask from the upper part of his face to daub at the sweat.

Jezz had gone on a frenzy of acquisition before embarking on the last leg of the journey; he wasn’t sure how long he would have to stay, and it was probably a bad idea to raid the student body. There was considerable talk of bribery in his sources, so he had figured in a generous amount for that. Perhaps he’d figured in too much – his arms certainly seemed to think so. They also seemed to think he’d been too leery about expending the emergency scrolls of Tenser’s Floating Disk that Belarbreeza had scribed for him. At least the scrolls should have other uses here.

He seated himself at the table. Once the feeling had returned to his fingers, he took an application and selected a quill as the green asp around his arm unwound and began to investigate the vicinity. “Careful there, Keheneshnef,” he murmured in a tongue normally intelligible only to mage and familiar, and the quill vibrated in his hand. He was not quite as taken aback by the questions as he might have been without prior warning.

( Let me get this straight. )

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

Jezz retrieved Keheneshnef from the table, stood, turned around and smiled at the room at large. Time to play the diplomat after all.

Current Music: “Mack the Knife”/”Die Moritat von Mackie Messer”

vislor-turlough.livejournal.com

[[Taking him pre-Planet of Fire. So he doesn't know ~~the bitch~~ Peri yet]]

This is not the TARDIS.

Turlough gave a surly glance around the stone walls. "Doctor, if this is some kind of joke, I fail to see the humor." No response. Save from the damned quill poking him. "Fine fine, I'll look."

Oh, god, it's an application for....Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Can't be worse than Brenton.

( Answers. )

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

Current Music: Castratikon-Dethklok (the mun, not Turlough)

the-dogwitch.livejournal.com

((OOC Note: Ralph and Dolores, the stuffed dog and doll, are animated toys. They are animated and given 'life' by Violet's own soul and magic; so they're little more than puppets that can move and talk because of a spell, and not separate characters.))

With a snap and a crackle (and a pop of smoke that smelled like a strange mixture of nicotine and candy), Violet Grimm had appeared in the Sorting Room, sprawled languidly across the floor and already laughing.

"Wow," she smirked slowly, craning her neck backwards so that she could see across the room. "I think I broke something. ...A few laws, maybe. A couple of magic codes." Stretching slowly, Violet climbed to her feet, perching on the edge of the table and crossing her legs neatly. Her attire had to be seen to be believed; a chaotic combination of leather, stripes, buckles, mesh and lace. Letting a tattered bag fall to the floor, Violet tilted her head and cracked her neck, stretching her arms above her head with a loopy smile. "Don't know where I am, but hell, I ended up here. Big spooky castle? Sounds like my kind of place."

As if prompted by an afterthought, Violet bent down and reached into her bag, pulling out two toys. One was a plush brown dog stuffed toy, clad in a checkered coat. The other was an antique doll, immaculate except for the hideous tear in its mouth revealing portions of skull and teeth.

"Hey! Where did you bring us now?" The dog toy rolled its eyes in clear exasperation, sniffing deeply.

Violet made a grand gesture out at the room, swaying slightly and grinning. Her eyes - so pale gold they were almost white - crinkled at the edges, cracking the combination of heavy mascara and blood that she smeared around them. "We are... here, Ralph."

( Wherever 'here' is. )

Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Location: Sorting Room

dinosaurman.livejournal.com

((I apologize for getting this up super early, but I've been asked to come into work on my day off, and I thought I would get this up sooner rather than later.))

Finding a classroom in Hogwarts was not particularly difficult. The trick was finding one that hadn't already been re-purposed into larger living quarters, unofficial offices, or secret love shacks. In the end, though, a suitable one had been found for the class that was usually held outside.

Dr. Alan Grant, renowned dinosaur chew-toy, had no desire to hold the class outside. Holding it outside meant using live animals. In this case, live animals meant danger, destruction, and all of the other messy things associated with mayhem. Instead, the classroom was decorated with illustrations and diagrams of dragons, and bones. Lots, and lots of bones.

A stack of bones and skulls was arranged on a table in front of the room, and Grant stood behind it, waiting for the students to fill the desks. With two to a table, it should work out nicely. He drummed his fingers on the table impatiently, eager to give a lecture on something he had been studying for quite a while. When the room filled up, he began.

( Dinosaurs and man. Two species separated by... wait, that's not it. )

((I'll have comment notification off, so please put a note in the subject line if you need Dr. Grant to come over. There is no right or wrong, but acceptable answers are "This is a dragon bone because it has one opening," or, "This is a dinosaurs bone because the Voices told me so." "This is a dinosaur bone," will get you a dirty look.

ETA: Since this was posted early, just drop me a line through e-mail or this post if you want to add a character last-minute.))

The pairs:
Chance and Stephanie with this
Maia and Lady Heather with this
Toki and Ian with this
George and Jack with this
KOS-MOS and Sarah with this
Brice and Jaime with this
Zoidberg and SB with this
and Ofdensen and Bart with this.

raiseyourglass.livejournal.com

Compared to Reavers, buttery oil isn’t so bad, all things considered. In a room that was very quiet, suddenly there was a loud pop, with a beautiful woman landing with a thud on the floor. For a few moments, she is quiet, slowly waking up and attempting to move. Then, she’s moving, her back arching a little as she tries to get her bearings. Her appearance almost looks like a foal, her body adjusting after being a kernel so long, her body matted down with butter.

When she’s finally up on her feet, she looks around, very confused. Her eyes travel down to her dress. Simple, blue, and probably ruined due to the sticky mess that was now covering her from head to toe. Her eyes then moved up to the plaque, looking at it, raising an eyebrow. Most were names she didn’t recognize, but she did see a few she knew, one or two at least.

The popcorn room, she thinks to herself. I became popcorned? She tries to smile, but it is difficult, when her clothes are sticking to her like a second skin, worse than water. Her hair feels matted and disgusting, and what she wouldn’t do for a shower right now. Even Serenity’s showers would be livable. She wonders how she got to be like this, how did she become a kernel in the first place, her memory isn’t really serving her.

”Wo de tian a,” Inara muttered.

ooc: Wo de tian a = Dear God in heaven. I had applied to unpopcorn Inara a long time ago. Not really sure what happened, but I never did. And I've had Em: Jack Harkness/Mal Reynolds player harassing me ever since. So, to appease her ~~shut her the hell up~~, here comes Inara. Hi! OOC information about me will be in Inara's journal.

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: popcorn room

foolbeloved.livejournal.com

An apparently young man appears in the Sorting room. He looks dazed, and very nearly stumbles: a rare occurance indeed. He's slight, with tawny skin and deep, amber eyes; his golden hair seems almost weightless. The youth is dressed in plain black, well made but not expensive, something that makes him frown: no chance of appearing as Lord Golden. It seems equally foolish to present himself as the Fool. But this is clearly not Buckkeep, or Bingtown, or indeed anywhere he'd found himself before; perhaps he could be whomever he liked, for a time. It's an odd thought.

He walks forward, graceful as a cat, until he finds the application.

( Fitz fixes fiest's fits. Fat suffices. )

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

petyr-baelish.livejournal.com

((Littlefinger's motives for coming to Hogwarts stolen from Camilla. Thanks!))

A short man with grey-green eyes and a goatee strolled leisurely through the Great Hall to the head table. His elegant silk blue cloak with its silver mockingbird clasp was caked with mud, but he was smiling. "I should really have a talk with that Thoros," he drawled. "His directions were awful." He gave a low bow. "My name's Petyr Baelish, though you can call me Littlefinger. I was informed I might find what I'm looking for here."

At that, his expression darkened. "You see, all my life, I've dreamed of one thing," he said, "something that keeps me awake at nights, inflamed with passion, longing to feel her sweet, sweet lips upon my own as I run my fingers through her silky auburn hair, and that thing is...uh, magic." He coughed. "Yes, that's it. Magic. It's a nearly dead art where I'm from, you see, so I'm eager to study it at Hogwarts. Archaic magical lore is all so fascinating."

He gave his best I'm-totally-not-up-to-something look. It hurt his face; those muscles had atrophied from disuse years ago.

Meanwhile, he scanned the room to acquaint himself with his new surroundings. The floating chandeliers, the four long tables, the ceiling bewitched to look like the night sky--all were as his informers had described them. His upper lip curled at the large hat waiting for him on the stool. "Oh, do I have to put that dirty old thing on my head? Charming. Well, I'd best get on with it."

( Spoilers for A Song of Ice and Fire follow. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. --PB.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. --PB.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. --PB
One day, marmalade will rule the world (as a figurehead, while I control everything behind the scenes). --PB"

smith-dot-exe.livejournal.com

A tall, thin man, dressed in a neat, black suit, tie and sunglasses, walked into the center of a room, the tap of his shiny black dress-shoes against the floor echoing with each step. He looked around, slowly, expressionless. He tapped a cord attached to his ear, once, twice... Nothing. He glanced about himself once more and then removed the cord, a tiny smile playing at the corners of his lips. Wherever he was, it was not the Matrix.

A desk appeared in the center of the room, a single sheet of parchment resting atop it. Frowning, Smith approached the desk and raised the parchment to read what was written there. He did not remove his glasses as he read.

( Never send a human to do a machine's job. )

I have read the

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

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

soopernathan.livejournal.com

(( SPLOSION OF HEROES, OH NOEZ :0 Cut for spoilers, though there aren't many. Just to be safe! This has also been approved by all the Heroes muns ^^; ))

...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?

One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so... ~~cracked~~casual.

Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.

( What a dump. )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: the sorting room
Current Music: Three Dog Night - Shambala

wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com

Broadband service has now been reinstalled, halle-frickin'-LUiah, I've been jonesing so bad! What do people without internet do at night?

And I once again have access to AIM and the IRC channel. :-)

Laura, Carrie, Ian, Reilly, Max, Brenda, Mr. Darcy, Lady Heather and Crais are all back on duty again, finally.

Current Location: home computer!
Current Music: Blades of Glory OST

wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com

ETA: Looks like Wednesday, please God. I'm in withdrawal here. Especially with apps I really wanna have my guys in!

So, hai guyz! I got a new computer, yay me! One that's like made in this century and hasn't had six previous owners! It works and everything, like a good little miracle of modern science.

What it lacks for the moment is a net connection. I've gotta get Comcast out to the house to reinstall the cable modem and network it to the other computers in the house. No idea when that will be, we haven't even put the service call in.

Meantime I *will* be able to pick up tags, at work and at wifi hotspots with my laptop (which is what I'm doing now). But I won't be able to do any full-immersion RPs for a few days, not that I have any on the slate right now.

The laptop and work computers don't have IRC or AIM installed, so if you need me - or if I'm in danger of missing a tag and you need to n00dge - best way to reach me is email, perletwo@yahoo.com. Or by replying to this post, which comes to the same thing through the miracle of comment notification.

Sooooo, look for a little less presence for Laura Palmer, Sidney Reilly, Carrie White, Ian Malcolm, Brenda Johnson, Max Headroom (who's never around anyway, I gotta do something about him), Lady Heather and Bialar Crais. I'll keep you posted. (Haa! Posted! See what I did there?) (Sorry. I've been crawling around on the floor untangling cables and breathing mutant dust bunnies, I'm a little punchy.)

Current Location: Borders cafe
Current Music: Theme to The Lost Boys

ren-turnbull.livejournal.com

( What is going on here? )

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

Current Mood: confused

lestat-d-l.livejournal.com

A very pale man entered the room, bright blue eyes taking in everything while a huge grin swept over his features. He seemed utterly entranced with the entire place, though so far he had only seen the stone walls and a desk with a chair just waiting to have the pleasure of his ass sitting on it. His clothes were a bit... dated, though quite high society, and he straightened the lace sticking out from under a jacket sleeve as his other hand ran down one of the walls.

"Just lovely!" he gasped. "Such workmanship I haven't seen in a long time."
He knew he was in a castle. He could tell. Hell, the place positively reeked of castle-ness. He moved to the chair and stroked its back, almost like a lover, before swiveling around to sit in it.

"All I have to do to stay is fill out an application?" He raised an eyebrow. "This is too easy."

Usually he had to turn on a little charm, or at least dispose of the current residents, before being able to do as he pleased in castles.

( I do hope this doesn't take too long. I'm feeling a bit peckish. )

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: Sorting Room

nannynutter.livejournal.com

((For any characters who have the need to go there))

Agnes sat on a chair, quietly contemplating things. Like bed pans. Bed pans were possibly the most useless things in the entire universe, they're only there to destroy the patient's dignity, and even at that, they always miss. She would describe it as being sadistic, if she knew what it meant. Of course, on sheer principle, Agnes wasn't quietly contemplating anything, more loudly arguing with concepts in her head. She'd been in a bad mood for the last few weeks, and it still hadn't improved, and on top of that, nobody had been respectibly maimed at the school in days. How was she supposed to enjoy her work when all she got was teenagers arriving to ask how not to get pregnant? Even the girls she could stand, barely, but whn boys asked how they could avoid getting pregnant, she drew the line. I mean, did they have any common sense these days? In her day, all boys knew they couldn't get pregnant unless they drank from the right potion or cast the right spell. Or had an unfortunate incident with a sharp object in their nether regions.

So Agnes sat, loudly arguing things in her head, and drank her tea menacingly (Well, menacingly from the tea's point of view most likely), and ate a biscuit. In a suitably dark manner of course.

daughtertolions.livejournal.com

(General spoilers for the first 6 books of the Chronicles of the Cheysuli ahead, especially for book 6, Daughter of the Lion. This entry (LINK) is something of a prologue/segue to explain how Keely got from her last point of canon (very near the end of book 6) to Hogwarts. It is told from her first person perspective, as is all of Daughter of the Lion.)

A tall young woman with tawny gold hair steps into the sorting room, hand resting lightly on the hilt of the fine sword at her hip. She's dressed all in snug black leather - a sleeveless shirt showing tanned arms and ample breasts, leggings, and knee-high boots. Tooling in the shape of animals decorates her wide belt, and geometric designs add a hint of interest to the solid black on finer trim elsewhere. It looks a little odd at first, but the the heavy gold jewelry she wears - wrists, upper arms, neck, and forehead, dripping with rubies - is in a complimentary style to the leather. Her eyes are bright blue and sparking with curiousity, but there is something tense about her expression and she moves somewhat stiffly, though she is clearly taking pains not to show it.

Her eyes fall on the application and she sits, arranging her sword against her leg carefully, picking up the quill with a deep breath.

( The lion roars. )

I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: tense

hedwigrobinson.livejournal.com

A slender, slightly-built woman staggered into the Sorting Room on high-heeled boots, emerging from a cloud of smoke, the kind a fog machine might make, stage-smoke. Wild eyes peered from garish pools of makeup, darting confused glances here and there. Hedwig Robinson tugged at the hems of her cutoffs and smoothed sweaty palms along her gleaming stockinged thighs.

She answered the questions in a voice somehow gravelly and clear at once, flavored with a pronounced East German accent. The questions seemed to amuse her. Everything seemed to amuse her, in a sort of bitter way.

( To be free, one must give up a little part of oneself. ... )

I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: artistic
Current Location: Sorting Room
Current Music: Hedwig and the Angry Inch, "Tear Me Down"

lemondrop-party.livejournal.com

The Portus spell had always been one of Albus’s favorites. No need to risk splinching half the student body, when one could turn an everyday birdbath into a Portkey!

The assembled students, flanked here and there by faculty who’d volunteered to serve as chaperones, awaited as Albus declared the ground rules for today’s excursion. ( ... )

(( OOC NOTE: PLEASE READ. You are welcome to NPC store clerks; however, they cannot be the proprietors specified in canon, e.g., Madam Malkin, Florian Fortescue, Ollivander, because those are canon characters who are themselves appable and playable in HH. Indeed we have already had an Ollivander who is presently popcorn! And as for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, obviously we have an active Fred and George Weasley who would not appreciate being godmodded ;)

Nor should this RP be taken as license to create OCs for continued use. Remember that OCs are not permitted in HH save as squibbait. You cannot backstory that the guy who works at Terrortours is your character’s old childhood BFF and lost his virginity to your character and he’s going to give you a free trip to Romania, etc etc; and you cannot use the pet store as an excuse to create sentient animal OCs. The only pets that can be bought are nonspeaking animals -- pace the Harry/Hedwig shippers out there, the animals bought at Alley shops in canon are not telepathic speaking critters. And if they were, you'd have to app them.

Finally, if your character is just such a horndog that s/he can’t resist a random hookup behind some random Diagon Alley shop, and finds love among the dumpsters to be a turn-on, please splinter that thread off to a separate RP post so that you can post a content warning there.

When in doubt, err on the side of caution, or give a shout to Dumbledore-mun via e-mail or chat. Have fun! A map of Diagon Alley is here, in the HP Lexicon. Detailed descriptions of the shops are linked here. Threads for each of the major shops have been provided. ))

damien-thorn.livejournal.com

((Open RP in the library.))

To some, it would be quite a boring way to spend a birthday, but Damien Thorn was quite enjoying his time in the library. Many of the mindless impostors and traitors had asked him why he was spending his time in a musty school for magic, and now he knew that he had found the ultimate answer in the pages of a well-worn text.

The Fidelius Charm, a very complex bit of magic that binded a secret to the soul of a person who kept it. Once bound, the secret could only be revealed by the Secret Keeper, and only if they so chose. A person who had not been told the secret could be standing right in front of what they were searching for, and still not find it. Damien had something that he very much wished to keep away from prying eyes.

It was this charm that kept him quite happily occupied on his thirty-fourth birthday, with a bottle of brandy ont he table and his dog by his side to keep him company.

Current Mood: busy

iknowhowtoqueue.livejournal.com

[[permission was granted]]

It took Arthur a few minutes to realise that it wasn't going back to normality. In fact, he wasn't on the Heart of Gold at all!

"Oh, it must be Thursday."

( I could use some tea right now. )

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

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Application for Sebastian Valmont, Cruel Intentions

Jezz Jaelre (AKA Jezz the Lame), Forgotten Realms

[Application] Vislor Turlough, Doctor Who (old school)

Application: Violet Grimm, "Dogwitch" Comics

Care of Magical Creatures begins!

Unpopcorning Inara Serra

Application for The Fool, Tawny Man trilogy

Application: Petyr Baelish (A.K.A. Littlefinger), A Song of Ice and Fire

Application: Agent Smith (The Matrix)

Application for Nathan Petrelli, from "Heroes"

OOC: she's ba-aaaack!

OOC: Sorta kinda semi hiatus/posting slowdown type thingy

Application: Constable Renfield Turnbull, RCMP (Due South)

Application: Lestat de Lioncourt, from Interview With the Vampire

Open Rp: in the Hospital wing

Application for Keely of Homana, from The Cheysuli Chronicles by Jennifer Roberson

Hedwig Robinson, "Hedwig and the Angry Inch"

DIAGON ALLEY FIELD TRIP. Open to all students!

Happy Birthday, dear Antichrist...

App: Arthur Dent, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy