[identity profile] nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com
((Backdated to after the Christmas party.))

Thanks to a conversation with Lezard Valeth, Amaranth now knew about mistletoe and what it was used for.

Armed with this knowledge and the desire to spread as much holiday cheer (not to mention saliva) as possible, Amaranth found the opportunity to go throughout the castle, hanging mistletoe over convenient doors.

The sprigs would only stay levitated for a few days, and she sincerely hoped her fellow students would not waste the opportunity given to them for gratuitous makeouts.
[identity profile] superfraternal.livejournal.com
(( sorry, the mun has been traveling ))

Simon had already sent Billy his gift, though the other items remained to be sent. The house elves proved to be obliging couriers.

Expandfor River )

Expandfor Miles Vorkosigan )

Expandfor Ian Malcolm and Nikola Tesla )

Expandfor Chance Silvey )

Expandfor Brienne of Tarth )

Expandfor Kurama )

Expandfor A )

Expandfor L )
[identity profile] mrsruthlaskin.livejournal.com
ExpandAllow me to elucidate. )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____CK_____
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____CK_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____CK_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _______CK____.
[identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
((This application contains spoilers for Thief of Time (including the character's name, unfortunately...) ))

A woman appeared in the Sorting Room.

This was not, of course, unusual, but the way she appeared was. Most new arrivals to Hogwarts turned up in one piece. They didn't start out as a strange disturbance in the air, and a stream of particles that swirled and twisted and eventually formed into a woman, who staggered slightly and grasped the edge of a chair to steady herself. "...oh," she said, quietly, and after a moment of apparent deep thought, "Oh, bugger."

Her name was Unity, and unlike most new arrivals she knew exactly what had happened to her, although she couldn't have explained the process to anyone not capable of thinking in eighteen dimensions.

She was pale, and dark-haired, and beautiful in a monochromatic, overly-symmetrical way that some humans found unnerving. She was also naked, to begin with. After a few seconds she noticed this and shook her head, frowning in concentration. More atoms rushed in from the corners of the room, forming themselves into a sequinned evening dress, and gloves, and a large feathered hat. There. That ought to be acceptable.

There was a form, on the table next to her.

If there was one thing Unity knew how to do, it was paperwork. In fact, there were many things she knew how to do, but paperwork was still definitely among them.

ExpandAllow me to elucidate. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _Unity_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _Unity_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Unity_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _Unity_"
[identity profile] ian-ma1co1m.livejournal.com
Though the Ravenclaw bar was almost always hopping, the lab space in the common room was not as heavily traveled. Therefore, chaos mathematician Ian Malcolm had cleared an area for an experiment in both spellcasting and equation-testing.

A flat square board with a grid covered most of a tabletop. Little cardboard boxes were placed around the surface, and small dolls of about the configuration of Lego figures (some of them, if examined closely, might even have started out as Legos) moved about the grid in response to flicks of his wand.

Really, this would be much easier to do on a computer. But he liked the challenge of seeing if he could run the simulations magically as well. Of course, it did tax the concentration...and the bar did beckon so....

((Come bug the math nerd!))
[identity profile] swap-minds4fun.livejournal.com
As entrances go, his was a bit more flashy, with purple smoke and him floating in the middle of the room.

"Hey! My sabbatical's supposed to be in Tahiti, not Scotland!"

But no matter how many times he poofed, he just reappeared in the Sorting Room.


ExpandOh fine. If I'm stuck here, may as well fill this out. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Mentok__________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___Mentok________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____Mentok______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ___Mentok__________"
[identity profile] reuben-sandwich.livejournal.com
nb: he has no recollection of his time here prior to being popcorned


Pop!

House stood very... very still. Moments before he'd been doing...

Actually, he couldn't remember what he'd been doing. He'd been doing... something. And he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with giant popcorn. And he was also pretty sure he hadn't been standing in a room, amongst giant popcorn, a moment ago but now he was. Or maybe he had been standing in a room full of giant popcorn. Except what would he want with giant popcorn? And, come to think of it, who the hell made giant popcorn?

He turned his head to the left and peered, bewildered, at the popcorn that lay scattered to his left, then looked to his right and saw the same thing. This, he decided as he went to take a step forward, had to be a dream. Because being in a room full of giant popcorn made no logical sense, and dreams were definitely not logical. So, any moment now, he was going to wake up in his bed and wonder what the hell---

"Ahhhngh!" he exclaimed quietly, dashing his hand down to his bad leg. He gripped it hard, almost teetering over and trying to steady his balance with his cane. He gritted his teeth and frantically rubbed at his thigh to work the sudden fierce pain that was shooting through it. If this was a dream, it was a very vividly tactile one. And if this was a dream, then why wasn't he waking up from the pain? He drew in a sharp breath and let it out slowly in attempt to breathe through the pain, then forced himself to let go of his leg as he took a stiff step forward. His shoulders hunched and his face a grimace of both pain and bewilderment, he limped his way slowly out of the room and into a long, dark medieval-like corridor made of stone.

He stopped and looked both ways. Okay, now he was really confused.
[identity profile] dinosaurman.livejournal.com
After the clothes had been emptied out, the bag had been put away, and everything was back in order, there was one last task to do before admitting that the vacation was over.

Getting back the unholy demon of furry terror, the cat named Dog.

Dog had been dropped off with a babysitter, who if not completely reliable, could at least be trusted to feed her regularly. Or so Grant hoped. He didn't really have a lot of faith in that department. So when he knocked on Ian Malcolm's door, he was fully prepared to be greeted by a hairball that was going to eat his shins.

Or at least ignore him for a week. Cats were like that.

Owls!

Dec. 15th, 2007 08:13 pm
[identity profile] dejah-thoris76.livejournal.com
I wasn't quite sure how best to work with the myriad of owls I needed to send out my first messages. I mean, Matthew had sent me one, and my reply went back by the same owl. But gee, I was going to have to get one of these things for myself, or go nuts.

Anyway - I had some messages to send out. A little guy with eyes like tennis balls brought me parchment, pen, and ink, but I didn't have much besides that yet in my new room in Ravenclaw. Also, he had brought me basics like bedding and towels, and other essentials. But I needed to go SHOPPING.

ExpandOwl to Matthew of Ostia )

ExpandOwl to Ian Malcom )

ExpandOwl to Jamie Reyes )

ExpandOwl to Albus Dumbledore )

ExpandOwl to Chiana )

ExpandOwl to Camilla Winter )

ExpandOwl to Billy Brennan )

ExpandOwl to Brainiac 5 )

ExpandOwl to the Sorting Hat )

Well, that's done. I guess now all I do is sit back and wait for replies!
[identity profile] dejah-thoris76.livejournal.com
I walked into the room from - out. Where was Gay? That ship, our time/spaceship Gay Deceiver, was slipperier than a southern politician. So how could she leave me? For that matter, how did I leave her? Last I knew, I was seated as copilot on the verniers, Pop and Hilda behind me, and Zebbie in the pilot's seat as usual - although all of us could drive or fly Gay, in or out of atmosphere.

We had been running an errand for Lazarus, which meant as a personal favor for him, not Time Headquarters, the Circle, or the Long family in general - just Lazarus. Which meant that it was quite likely that he had just sent us up a creek without a paddle.

And apparently, he had, the snarking bastich. Where was my family? Where was Gay? And for that matter, where the hell was my purse?!?

Wait - what's this?

"Application for attendance to Hogwarts Academy."

Oh boy, Pop. ExpandOne of these days, I'm going to bust your space-time twister with a shovel. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___DTBCL_________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ______DTBCL_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _______DTBCL____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____DTBCL________"
[identity profile] self-actuated.livejournal.com
As if by magic, a tiny car (more like a golf cart that was trying too hard and didn't have a steering wheel), appeared in the Sorting Room.

S.A.R.A.H. had been having a very good day. She had gotten downloaded into a new car, and Jack Sheriff Carter had practically promised they could go to the beach sometime later. That was exciting, because S.A.R.A.H had never been to the beach. She'd never been out of her bunker!

Since she'd also never been to a large stone room either, she motored around a little, checking things out. The applications on their table caused a brief moment of confusion, but after a moment, she rolled the car into the table just hard enough to cause an application to flutter down onto her hood. At that point, another problem presented itself.

"I have no hands and feathers are not subject to magnetic manipulation." (Listeners might be able to hear that 'her' voice is pretty clearly that of a young man sounding as much like a woman as possible.) Clearly, the car had some downsides. SARAH brightened a little (literally - her internal readouts and headlights brightened) when she saw the Dictaquill waiting to write for her.

ExpandThat's interesting! Also, considerate! )

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

ExpandDinosaurs 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.
[identity profile] ian-ma1co1m.livejournal.com
((Continues from this post in this thread))

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, Ian thought. But on second thought, knives in this room might be a very bad idea right now.

Alan Grant and Billy Brennan stood stock-still and furious. Laura Palmer was looking frantically from one to the other, unsure of what to say without setting them off. Time to step into the breach. He held up both hands.

"Okay, everybody, take a deep breath, relax, have a drink. Remember we're all friends here," he said evenly. "More or less," he added under his breath.
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
One bright Hogwarts morning, fliers with small, numbered Hat-shaped plastic tokens are sent out to a select group of students via house elf. “Your presence is required at an Awards Ceremony in the Great Hall tonight,” the flier states. “Attendance is mandatory. Formal dress is required. Prizes will be given.”

And so, at the appointed time, the students are ushered into the Great Hall. It has been lavishly decorated for the occasion: streamers, flowers, a champagne fountain, the works. At the front of the hall sits the Sorting Hat, likewise decorated in a wreath of flowers and lots of bling. It sits imperiously and waits until everyone has taken a seat and the beautifully decorated doors have been closed and barred.

“My dear students,” it begins, “we are gathered here today for a wonderful ceremony. A ceremony of magic and beauty, and it is my privilege to be here with you. Now, before you can get your wonderful awards--” here one of the Hat's folds dips in what might have been a wink on something with a face--”are you all carrying your special prize tokens?” It waits for a little longer while the attending house elves (all carrying bouquets of multicolored flowers) check to ensure that yes, everyone in the room has one on their person. “Wonderful! By the power vested in me by the Board of Education, I now pronounce you married!”

Before the shock and outrage can set in, the Hat rushes into the next part of its speech. “No use getting upset, it's legal now! This place has become a haven for loose morals, and you're helping to fix that! Don't worry about your belongings, you won't have to spend a second sweating and becoming undesirable for your new spouses! While you've been here, the house elves have moved your sundries out to your new homes for you, isn't that nice of them? They've even been allowed to charm your new homes so that you can't remove your objects from them! Let's hear it for the house elves!” It doesn't pause for applause. “Now, I'll let you happy newlyweds get to the business of consummating your new relationships in the name of duck waffles procreation. Your tokens are numbered with your new addresses, and a map has been provided at the door. Don't try to run, the ushers have been provided with cattle prods and given the permission to use them.” The Hat waves a strap at one terrified-looking bouquet-holding elf near the front, who pulls a cattle prod out of the flowers and waves it around. “And now, onward! Onward to happy families! Onward to El Mundo Del Sombrero!

The doors open. The armed house elves swarm, herding the students to a tent village on Hogwarts grounds. Resistance is futile.

Once arriving at the tent whose number matches the number on their token, each student will meet his or her new spouse(s) ...



((The tents in El Mundo Del Sombrero are wizarding tents that appear to be one-bedroom houses complete with bathrooms, kitchens, living rooms, etc. inside. Rearranging and addition of objects is allowed, removal of objects for the purposes of moving elsewhere or returning to the castle is not due to the charm on the tents. Players are allowed to NPC the house elves shocking their own characters if an escape attempt is made. Note that characters will not be barred from returning to the castle later to do other things, e.g., use the library; they just can't move back into the castle. Congratulations on your nuptials.

Feel free to RP in this post, or to post your own separate posts that take place within the dubious sanctuary of your brand-new tent!))
[identity profile] pipipipingu.livejournal.com
A miniature Emperor penguin waddled into the sorting room, a fishing rod over his shoulder and a bucket of seaweed swinging from his fin. He was Exploring, and his eyes were alight with Discovery of a Strange New Place! ...Or, if not quite alight, at least round as dinner-plates and spinning quite impressively.

Pingu flattened himself against the floor. No, literally. Splat on the floor, like a black-and-white puddle with a head on top.

"Woooooohh!"

He got back up and waved his free flipper a little, to further illustrate his surprise.

Then he spotted the application, and waddled over to it, feet slapping loudly on the flagstones. Somehow, through the power of Plothole, his application was written in Pinguish. See the joy in his face! Writing? He could do that! Everyone, watch, he could write! :D

ExpandEverybody watching? )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____Pingu____ I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____Pingu____. I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____Pingu____. One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____Pingu____"
[identity profile] 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.
[identity profile] 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.)
[identity profile] roxyspaulding.livejournal.com
ExpandMmm, brownies... )

((These are plain and pot brownies, but both types are magical. The effects of the brownies are totally up to the mun of the character that eats them in terms of effects and duration. Eating a brownie is totally voluntary, and some of the brownies might be duds, too. Oh, and this is after DADA, if any of your chars want to take the edge off.))

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