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tako-time.livejournal.com

So, there seemed to be an opening in the octopus oracle market, and Tako was nothing if not ~~a horrible opportunist~~ a trend-savvy cephalopod in the know. As soon as he heard of Paul's passing he was down in the Great Hall as fast as his eight legs could carry him. Tako set up shop under a sign and waited for the confused and questioning masses to come to him.

HAVE YOUR FUTURE TOLD BY TAKO THE WISE.
1 GALLEON PER READING.

for-a-nickel.livejournal.com

As Mike backed through the door, his arms full of a large cardboard box, his first thought was that someone was playing an impressively bad practical joke. This was quickly dismissed, though, for two reasons. In the first place, he rather doubted even Ultra Car had the ambition to pull off turning the stockroom into a medieval castle, and in the second, he was pretty sure that most of the people at the store knew better than to target him if they felt prankish. It just wasn't worth it.

So that probably meant something weird was going on. Mike could handle that. Being abducted by aliens as a toddler, given super-human strength and endurance, and growing up to be part of a secret government taskforce to fight said aliens would do that to a person. Not to mention working retail. He dropped the box in a way that would probably have made several of his coworkers wince, and ambled over to look at the application. The quill skittered away from him, showing a remarkable sense of self preservation for a writing implement.
( Your mom allowed me to elucidate. )

I have read the

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

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

serrulata.livejournal.com

_{((OOC: Backdated to the 22nd. Happy Birthday, Bad Fox! :D ))}

For all his efforts to the contrary, the school's congregation of House Elves had, once again, managed to trap him in the Great Hall with cake, party favors, and a stupid little party hat that one Elf kept trying to hang festively on one of his ears. He was amazed at his own restraint thus far, having only threatened an unforgivable curse on his pint-sized tormentors.

The cake, this time, was a multi-layered thing with more frosting, fondant, and sugar flowers than absolutely necessary. The candles numbered something in the hundreds, yet somehow the nuclear heat from their combined flames only melted the face of anyone nearby, leaving the cake itself unharmed. Sometimes, especially in cases like these, Kurama really hated magic.

Kurama waited at one table on the far end of the hall. All the exits were guarded by overly-cheerful elves soliciting passing students to come and celebrate with the "birthday thing." It was better than 'birthday boy,' but not by much.

perkeleperkele.livejournal.com

(OOC: Never let it be said that I don't like a challenge)

Well, he had been dozing in his comfy chair. At least he still had his bottle of beer and his knife

When he got up, one could see that he was a guy with a beard and a hat, who didn't talk much. The only indication of his identity was the shirt on him: white, with a blue cross.

Finland looked around, displeased that not only was he woken up, he was now someplace different altogether. Coming closer to the table, he saw the application and looked at it.

The Dictaquill sprung to life. Finland tried to grab it, but it kept darting and wriggling out of his grasp until, frustrated, Finland started chasing it with his knife.

With it wriggling as it was pinned down, Finland muttered "perkele," as he picked up a normal quill and began writing.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

lady-kirin.livejournal.com

The house elves, Acorna had found, could produce a serviceable salad at a moment's notice. If she'd had to, she could have quite happily survived on those salads alone for quite a long time. However, there was really no reason to try, especially this time of year. Acorna had never had a chance to do much grazing on earth, before - she honestly hadn't spent more than a few days on the planet at a time. So now, with apparently limitless free time, without having to worry about evading well-meaning officials or rushing off to some emergency on the other end of the galaxy, she intended to take the time to enjoy herself.

She found a spot near the lake, which hadn't been mowed nearly as recently as it should have been, and sat cross-legged in the middle of a thick patch of tall grasses and wildflowers. Smiling to herself, Acorna plucked a likely-looking stalk and began to nibble.

mnemosyneeater.livejournal.com

Magic made it considerably easier to shift the wooden sculpture he'd carved down to the Great Hall. He placed it just beside the door. There was a lot of traffic there, he'd noticed, student had to eat, after all, though some took their food elsewhere. It was a large statue, about the same size as Apos, which seemed short to everyone else here.

He took a blue orb from his pocket, blew on it until it was yellow, and set it in the wooden hands that reached out to him. There was a pole through the wrists of those hands, and through other places of the faceless woman he'd carved. She was like a more violent rendition of Saint Sebastian with poles through her neck and most joints, forcing her into a kneeling, beckoning position. He'd even carved the blood, the gore of the wound in her neck.

He caressed her face, carved into an expression of agony, and pressed his lips to hers.

Moving back, he tilted his head at her, smiling happily. She was beautiful. Placing his hand on the sword at his hip, he walked down the hall a little, hid himself well in the shadows of the hall. He wanted to see what kind of reception she gained, how long it took them to destroy her, move her. He also wanted to see if anyone would take the Spore, if they would become like him and regenerate limbs in seconds, live forever.

(OOC: Feel free to inspect the statue, or the orb. The orb (or Time Fruit/ Time Spore) itself, when yellow, can be taken into people through osmosis. It'll sink into skin on first touch. It turns the victim immortal, regardless of gender, since he's been working on alterations to work around that little issue--and also because I can count the females at Hogwarts on one hand. Once absorbed, if Apos embraces his male side or brings his wings out, the victim will become overwhelmed with arousal, a desire to be eaten. The arousal is debilitating, to the point where women in canon can't stand, let alone walk when he is near by.)

Current Location: Great Hall

thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com

((ooc: Approved by fellow Who muns.))

Rory had thought he was getting used to things like this. All right, maybe not 'used to'. More used to. Less likely to stand around boggling in the face of alien weirdness. But, that was what he was doing - staring, wide-eyed, at what had been the TARDIS a few seconds ago and now...

Well, the room looked medieval, lots of stone and drapery. Like something on Earth, but then he didn't know what alien architecture was like. And - he hadn't heard birdsong. Or anything, really. Definitely not that vworping noise. He'd just blinked, and been here.

"Amy? Doctor?" No answer. He tried again, a little louder - "Amy?" - and this time there was a panicky wobble in his voice that hadn't been there before, so he stopped shouting for a bit. They'd find him, right? He must have been teleported here somehow, and he'd bet the Doctor had something that could trace him among all those mysterious buttons and knobs on the TARDIS controls. They'd be along any minute.

That was when he noticed the pen. It was a quill pen, exactly like you'd expect to find in a medieval castle, except it was floating above a table. And seemed to have just been writing something. Rory went over for a closer look.

His eyes widened even further. "...right," he muttered, after a few bewildered seconds looking down at the paper, which said Amy? Doctor? Amy? and then a list of questions underneath that. At least this gave him something to do. And by the time he finished they'd be here to explain things, surely? Or somebody would...

( Spoilers up to Amy's Choice. )

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

eleventyrags.livejournal.com

Somewhere, in the vast and unquantifiable reaches of space, a Police Box turned slowly in the void. The interior, expanded through the powers of pocket dimension science and convenient narrative, was loud with the noise of industry.

The Doctor was preparing.

"Aaaall right," He spoke aloud, to the population of the TARDIS, pulling levers and turning knobs and looking busy in the way only a man who had to look like he knew what he was doing to keep everyone sane could.
"That should do it and if you two are ready," he spun from the console of the TARDIS, arms wide. "We are ready for Ri-oooh..." The Doctor's jovial voice died to something a little more along the lines of 'bloody hell what is this' and he reached into the inside pocket of his smart overcoat, pulling from within The (and the capitols here were important) Sonic Screwdriver.

This was not the TARDIS. As far as he knew, the TARDIS had never adopted an interior featuring heavily on the stone and drapery motif. The library came close, but having to account for the pool made things a little less gothic and a little more... well, library with a pool in. But that wasn't the point here.

The point was... that he didn't know what the point was. yet.

He scanned the room briefly with The Screwdriver and checked the reading with barely a glance. Earth, 2010 (not a year he wanted to be stuck in at the moment, though it seemed to be well after The Day of Great Importance) Scotland, but... somewhere not on the 'map' that The Screwdriver set itself by.

No indeed, not any part of Scotland he knew at all.

He stood still a moment, then pocketed The Screwdriver. Well, here he was, and here the room was, and he had no clue what was going on, but that, of course, would be easily fixed by careful and methodical planning.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, took a deep breath, and shouted.

"Hell-ooooooo? Would anyone be so kind as to tell me where I am?"

He waited.

He tried again.

"This is really kind of an inconvenience," he gestured to the wall that had been the TARDIS a few minutes ago. "I have an appointment with an attractive couple in the tropics and I really should get on to it. Hello?"

( It was then that he noticed the quill. )

sincethe900s.livejournal.com

While Holy Roman Empire was very good at throwing himself into projects with zealous, single-minded focus, and he did find studying magic to be quite interesting, spending a great deal of time in the library fervently researching ways to combat Apos was getting just a tad boring, considering he hadn't actually seen him since the sorting room.

So for a change of pace, after wandering the grounds a bit, Holy Roman Empire was sitting on the grass near the lake. He'd borrowed several introductory books about the basics of divination from the library, one open on his lap and the rest stacked beside him. Meeting Kusuriyuri had interested him in the topic, and it made a nice break from all the other magic Holy Roman Empire had been studying. The subject matter aside, he could almost pretend that he was back home, reading to himself while Italy took a siesta somewhere nearby.

So maybe he was skimming and daydreaming and staring wistfully out over the lake more than he was actually looking busy with reading.

ducklesspond.livejournal.com

((With the approval of the current Who Crew. Spoilers are inevitable.))

Amy Pond was getting used to abrupt arrivals in unfamiliar places, but this time was a bit disturbing. She didn't remember arriving here, and neither The Doctor, Rory, nor the TARDIS were anywhere in sight. The room had a disturbingly castle-y quality that reminded her unpleasantly of Venice.

"Hello?" she called out uncertainly, and was startled to see a quill pen lift of its own accord, taking down the word on a sheet of paper. Once she'd registered the mild surprise, however, she was delighted. What a charming device! Stepping closer to examine this wonder, she noticed the questions on the parchment.

( Hopefully this isn't a dream. )

I have read the

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

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

edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

Kusuriyuri decided it had been long enough since he had opened his office. There were other factors influencing this decision, but a good part of it was he felt he was neglecting his duty.

Outside his office door and several other places around the school, signs appeared declaring the Divinations office open for any students who wished to talk, to consult, or who just happened to wander by.

Kusuriyuri knelt behind his table, shincha brewing as it was the season for it, waiting for any who would come in, wondering if a particular one would come in.

OOC: Yeah, this is a 'trap' for a particular character, but is also regular office hours. And, if you're particularly interested in a type of divination or anything else you'd like to see Kusu teach, feel free to mention it :D

serrulata.livejournal.com

Kurama held fast with the opinion that when one has a guitar and is at least moderately talented in playing said instrument, one should share that skill with the world. Kurama, being more than moderately good at playing, loved to take the opportunity that the acoustics of the Great Hall provided.

He lounged in a window nook, guitar across his lap, Belophoebe curled up next to him, and played for the benefits of his students and classmates, taking requests as they were given. Who gave a damn about murdering psychopaths roaming the school; it was a beautiful day, and music invariably made everything better. At least for a little while.

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... )

chinasorrows.livejournal.com

((OOC: In the Skulduggery Pleasant canon, when a person first sees China Sorrows, they fall instantly in love. The ability isn't gender bias, it will affect men and women equally. In addition, within the canon, is the susceptibility to control somone once their name is known. These abilities may or may not affect the characters at Hogwarts if that is the mun's preference. If you think it will be fun to play into it, e.g. to let a character fall for China, then you'll need to let me know through OOC or pm. For more information on China, check her user profile. Her mun.))

China Sorrows; her hair, black as deepest sin, framed her face while her eyes, as pale as her brother’s had been, scanned the sorting room. The heavy doors closed behind her with a soft fwump. The skirt she wore was a light green, and the jacket was of a green deeper than a thousand crushed emeralds. Her necklace was exquisite, having cost two very fine men their lives. At times, she wore it as a tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, she wore it because it went well with the skirt.

China walked to the desk at the far end of the room, situated below the large arched windows that overlooked the lush grounds of the castle. When she sat down in the chair the quill, having been unanimated next to a scruffy piece of parchment, became animated, standing at attention on its gold-point. China eyed it. A small smile graced her lips. She noticed that as she leant in to read the parchment, the quill was slowly turning clockwise on the desktop, grinding into the grain. Curious, she thought.

At the parchment’s top it explained that any verbal answers would be written down by the quill. The addendum and questions were all written in the elegant, Edwardian script. She was intrigued. She read on.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

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

Current Location: Sorting Room

sincethe900s.livejournal.com

Well, Holy Roman Empire had failed to teach Apos the error of his ways in this skirmish. But he'd been kindly escorted to the Hospital Wing, and he looked much more presentable for it, so the next step in his tactical regrouping would obviously be to inform Austria of the situation.

"There's someone new here in that room," he announced to Austria as he entered their room. "I think it would be best to avoid meeting him. He's even worse than France." To him, that particular description summed up his encounter perfectly.

"By the way, do you know if they keep any weapons here that I could borrow?"

Because Holy Roman Empire wasn't about to let this evil threaten his current home unchallenged.

mnemosyneeater.livejournal.com

((Though I use 'he' Apos is actually a hermaphrodite. But since he seems to identify and dress like a male, I've decided to use it in narration. His voice, similarly, sounds male.))

A blond haired young man wearing black wandered in through the door of the sorting room, carrying a wicker basket of blue orbs in one hand, and a broad sword in the other. The blue orbs seemed to have something within their cores shifting, twining endlessly, as they radiated light.

He looked around, clearly amused at his surroundings, and then came to a stop at the desk. He took a seat on the chair, placed the wicker basket on the table beside the parchment and the floating quill.

He read.

( Allow me to elucidate. )
"I have read the

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

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

mello-n-choco.livejournal.com

OOC: No real god-modding here. We RPed it out in google docs before posting it, so Kuronue's part was written by Kuronue-mun.

There are times I wonder about the general stupidity of the populace in this school. Just what won't they do? A lot, if not all, know that any food laying about may possibly be hexed, and yet a great number of them will still try the food. Some put it down to chance, others, like that stupid fox, do it for entertainment. Would they still do it if they knew the food was hexed?

I wonder, though, just how I'm going to set this up. Obviously, it has to be in the Great Hall. That's where the most people will be exposed at any given time.

I'd need a confederate, though, someone else to mask my appearance in the Great Hall. Someone who wouldn't mind being the 'fall guy' should things go wrong. Near's out in that regard. He's no one's 'fall guy,' least of all mine. Matt's too into L and his games to be of much use. He is my best friend, but, honsetly, how much listening to him go on and on about how great L is can a guy be expected to stomach? Kurama's too much of a pain in the ass right now, mostly because I'm still avoiding him, trying to fix things in my own head. Kuronue though, Kuronue openly admitted he ate them for amusement until he found one interesting. He displayed an active interest in ruining other peoples' days. That at least, is something worth using to my advantage. It wouldn't be too unusual for Kuronue to be blamed for something like that, if it falls through, considering how much of an ass he is.
( In which a confederate is recruited )

OOC: Standard, sort of, chocolate plot, save the chocolates are accurately labeled as to their effect and duration (4 hours). Have fun with 'em ;)
ETA: Albel/Kuronue thread NSFW ;)

sincethe900s.livejournal.com

George had said that Holy Roman Empire belonged with the brave people of the house of Gryffindor. But on the other hand, it was only after that talking hat with the candy had announced him welcomed to Hufflepuff that Holy Roman Empire had finally found himself able to leave the room. This meant, the nation supposed, that he’d been sorted into his sleeping arrangements.

And therefore, although he wasn’t looking to go to bed, it was time to do a little reconnaissance and find out what the territory and people of this Hufflepuff were like.

Holy Roman Empire had no idea where Hufflepuff—or Gryffindor, for that matter—was located. But, still convinced this was a dream, he walked through the halls of Hogwarts without any hesitation. He had complete confidence that wherever he was supposed to go would appear before him any moment now in a rather obvious manner, or someone would conveniently show up to point out the way.

For someone who had no clue where he was or where he was going, Holy Roman Empire certainly walked with all the purpose of an advancing army.

sincethe900s.livejournal.com

((OOC: Approval granted from Austria and Sweden mun. I’ve waited about a week and haven’t heard anything back from France, N. Italy, or Russia mun, so I’m assuming the go-ahead from them as well.))

A small boy who had not been there only moments before lay on the floor of the Sorting Room. His face and blond hair, swept back under the hat that had nearly fallen from his head, looked in need of a good washing. His cloak and tunic fared better; their dark hue hid the stains and grime of war.

Holy Roman Empire opened his eyes and waited for the ceiling to come into focus before remarking, “This isn’t Zusmarhausen.”

( No matter how many years pass, I’ll love you the most of anyone in this world. )

I have read the

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

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

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Have your future told by Tako! (Open RP)

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Those Meddling Bastards (Open RP, Great Hall)

[application] Finland, Scandinavia and the World

Picnicing (Open RP)

Tormenting the Natives (Open RP)

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Work and play [Open RP, by the lake]

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Office Hours--Divinations

Demon, with occasional music ((Open RP, Great Hall))

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