[identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
PoKer niGHt at RavENclaw BaR!
TwICe a mOnTH

The fliers weren't the most expertly drawn, or lettered for that matter. But that's what Bobby got for hiring out some of the house elves to do the work. Things had gotten quiet at Hogwarts, even too quiet for the hunters to stand without getting too restless.

Back home, Bobby had hosted a poker game for any and all hunters within the state at least two or three times a month. Now that Dean was back and getting settled in, he felt like it was time to start that tradition up again.

So he sent out the house elves with fliers directing any interested parties towards Ravenclaw bar. It had been properly stocked with enough beer and liquor, as well as food. There were tables set up with poker chips and cards, enough for more than a few to start up their own games.
[identity profile] nize-hat.livejournal.com
((Maxim has a very thick Eastern European derived accent- I apologize if it gets confusing. Maxim is a 'Jägermonster' - they doesn't really have any special 'powers' persay, but have superhuman strength and resiliency as well as highly enhanced senses of smell (and hearing in Maxim's case). His right arm is mechanical, but, doesn't appear to be 'special', merely a functional replacement (unless something's yet to be revealed in his canon).))

"Vell now, dis iz confuzink. . . Oggie? Dimo? Vere are hyus?"

What appeared on a glance to be a quite attractive young man appeared in the Sorting Room, looking very perplexed- that he had purple skin and pointed ears were immediate evidence that he was something other than human. Aside from the bluish scales and silver spikes on the single pauldron he wore, he was perfectly coordinated in purple and red, with gold accents. He adjusted the jaunty wide-brimmed hat atop his long purple hair, attempting to figure out where he was. Moments before, he'd been in audience with the Jägergenerals, and now, he was. . . somewhere castle-y.

"Am hy in de kestle, mebbe? Hullo, Miz Agatha? Are hyu here?" Maxim, the newest arrival at Hogwarts, could only think of one nearby castle, which did happen to contain a good-enough explanation as to why he might suddenly appear there. Where sparks were concerned, anything might happen. But, it didn't take more than a few seconds for Maxim to notice the utter lack of gears, clanks, the previously mentioned individuals, and, anything remotely sparky. "Dis is kind ov fonny. . ." he mumbled to no one in particular, as the realization that he was Somewhere Else began to set in. Sudden transportation to Somewhere Else was pretty odd, but, odd was a matter of course when dealing with mad science- and Maxim was not only used to mad science, he was a product of it.

Read more... )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Maxim
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Maxim
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Maxim
One day, marmalade hats Heterodynes will rule the world. Maxim
[identity profile] smaug-thegolden.livejournal.com
From Smaug to Elric, Ancalagon, Dethklok, Shoggies, Ofdensen, Raistlin, and Igor:

Smaug had very little understanding of Valentine's Day, having only heard from Toki and Skwisgaar that it was a 'dildos hearts day', with some manner of possibly coercive celebration involved. From this he'd inferred that it was a day when one gave their family, friends, and associates hearts. And if his adoptive parents were celebrating it, well...

I think you know where this is going. )
[identity profile] gourmetchairman.livejournal.com
So Kaga had been eating dinner and wondering when Hogwarts had TVs in the Great Hall, or whether they would even work.

Then the first episode of Hat Shore began.

Kaga had wrinkled his nose at the idea. He doesn't watch much TV (there were better things to do) but he was aware of the concept of reality tv and found it distasteful. Sure, by technicality Iron Chef and its international spinoffs were reality shows too, but at least he and his nephew made them classy, damnit!

He nearly spat out his food when he saw Yukimura, then Kuronue on screen. As Ariane appeared and explained things to them, he realized that this was another experiment of the Sorting Hat's (yes, he's heard of the village of tents and mass weddings).

He continued to watch in horrified, fascinated pity as the episode played out.

[[Kaga needs someone to be horrified with. :P]]
[identity profile] ancient-adam.livejournal.com
Lee )

Brienne )

Igor )

Dean Winchester )

For Kurama )


Eleventh Doctor )

((There are probably more I'm missing, but I can't quite figure out the right/clever gift or it's being done in an already ongoing thread))
[identity profile] grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com
Cards from Codex to:

Francium. )

Dieter. )

Igor. )

Nemo. )

Marcus. )

Sakon and Ukon. )




Gifts and such from Megan:

Igor! )

Sage and Rat! )

Maddie! )

Dean! )

Rose! )




Valentine's presents:

Baron Harkonnen. )

Jasper. )

Dethklok. )

Professor Homsar. )




Not-presents from Lee:

Methos. )

Raistlin. )

Castiel. )




Something confused from Sokka:

Ty Lee? )

Kurama and... Mr. Kurama? )




From Aayla, there are a bowl of fortune cookies under a tiny Christmas tree in the Gryffindor common room, with "Merry Christmas - From Aayla Secura" on the bowl. The fortune cookies are not cursed, drugged, or in any way tampered with--they just have happy messages inside.




From Santa Yoda:

To R2-D2 and C-3P0: )

To Rat: )

To Tenel Ka: )

To Coraline: )

To Toki and the Shoggies: )

To Dieter: )

((And because I think it's hilarious, the voices of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda from Star Wars: The Clone Wars did their own version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas this year. Obi-Wan, Cad Bane, and Ziro doing How The Grinch Stole Christmas last year was pretty fun, too!))
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items.

(Beowulf hadn't been much help at all; he was busy worrying about missing Yule Goat gifts, and haranguing house-elves to bring him replacements so no one would go ungifted. Many copies of the Tarvunty would be given out, from the sound of it.)

The enchanted ceiling of the hall offered an unobstructed view of the evening sky: clouds painted in brilliant shades of coral and lavender, fading to pale gold toward the horizon.

Luxurious black satin tablecloths covered the rows of tables, and places were set with exquisite crystal goblets and sterling silver cutlery. Elegant candelabras were scattered across the tables, and a much greater multitude of candles had been enchanted to hang in the air like fireflies -- and not drip wax -- at such a height that only Smaug might be in peril of bumping into any. Deep crimson draperies adorned the tall windows, tied back with black cords.

Several enormous fountains featuring somewhat morbid sculptures had been placed around the hall, quietly flowing with red wine, and there was also an assortment of tall fir trees, festively decorated for the Yule holiday.

A, Skwisgaar, and Beowulf all had places of honour at the head of separate tables: the Hufflepuff prefects' chairs were draped with graceful lengths of black and gold velvet, and the Gryffindor prefect's with red and gold velvet, to set them apart from the rest.

One row of tables had been designated exclusively for food and drink, and they were differentiated by their crimson tablecloths. Per Skwisgaar's request, Berwald Oxenstierna had been hard at work all day preparing a proper Swedish smörgåsbord: there was gravlax, kroppkakor, Swedish meatballs (of course), pickled herring, a variety of tasty items for open faced sandwiches, ostkaka, waffles with a selection of toppings (jam, whipped cream, ice cream), chokladboll, and kladdkaka. A had been equally busy, preparing a roast lamb, brussels sprouts, panettone, and, also by Skwisgaar's request, homemade lingonberry jam. In addition, a small area was set up with stacks of fresh baked butter cookies, along with bowls of icing and various toppings to decorate them with, should any guests wish to.

The presence of Valentine Wolfe, who had arrived with Vladimir Harkonnen to deliver the booze ahead of time, assured that several of these items would undoubtedly be drugged, unbeknownst to any of the prefect hosts.

Outdoors, on the lawn, wood was piled high for Beowulf's festive bonfire. He had tried to transfigure it all into one gigantic Yule log, with little success; here and there, the lengths of lumber appeared to have melted into one another and recongealed into their proper consistency, but it was still just a pile of firewood for the most part. Overenthusiastic house elves had added bits of furniture to the firewood. A safe distance from the firepit, a sleigh sat mired in mud; it was filled with nothing but heaps of fur robes. When dinner was over, Beowulf would blow his golden horn and lead the revelers out to light the fire.

But first: food! and the exchanging of presents!


(( OOC note: Any item may be safe or may have been spiked by Valentine, at your wish. If spiked, the nature of the character's altered state is entirely up to the player. Since we already have a chocolate plot running thanks to the enchanted water, Valentine's spiked goodies may alter or nullify the effects that the enchanted water may have induced. as the player sees fit. Or it may leave those effects in place and simply add another simultaneous effect. The more, the merrier.

One more thing: If your characters become inclined toward NSFW action, please split it into a separate post rather than RPing the NSFWness in the party post. Ditto for anything triggery -- anything that you'd normally put a warning on. Putting it in a separate post as a closed RP means you can put the appropriate warning right on the label, with a nice LJ-cut for everyone's protection. ))
[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
Ari's prioritized action list:

1. Find a computer and attempt to log into Base One. Could be this 21st-century stuff is all someone's elaborate psych.

Attempt made. Ari wasn't surprised that it availed nothing. But she'd had to try.

2. Find Florian and Catlin.

Easiest thing was to send a message to the Hat asking about them. This took some doing: the messaging system here consisted of a fleet of trained owls. The end result: two wizened little green nonhumans showed up at Ari's door in Sparklypoo. They said their names were Flobby and Caddy. When pressed, they admitted these names were short for Floribunda and Cadwallader. Wrong genders, even, for Florian and Catlin. (House elves did seem to have gender; though, thankfully for human sensibilities, their naked forms did not bear primary or secondary sexual characteristics a human would recognize. A good thing. The elves refused to wear clothing, and seemed to take the very offer of any garment as an outrageous affront.)

Because Ari had described her azi in the message she'd sent -- Florian dark and slight, Catlin blonde and tall -- someone had stuck wigs onto the house elves. (Wigs apparently did not count as clothing.)

"Fine," said Ari. "You're my bodyguards."

They grinned and waved their cattle prods.

3. Get messages offworld.

She was hoping for replies to the inquiries she'd owled to the space programs of the major industrial nations: NASA, Roskosmos, and SBASAF. The freight on messages from any of these was likely to be ... well, astronomical. But -- again, as with the computers -- she'd had to try.

4. Familiarize self with grounds.

This was why she was walking away from the castle. Her house-elf bodyguards were trailing far behind her. Ari had a notebook and a Dictaquill, to which she occasionally spoke a few words.
[identity profile] 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.
[identity profile] igorofmalaria.livejournal.com
Igor dipped his quill into the ink and paused. He'd been working with Snape and Dr. Hook for over a year. If he took over the position as Head of the Hospital Wing, then he'd be a bit closer to being a true Evil Scientist. Somehow. Right? And it wouldn't be disloyalty. Snape had even recommended him for the job.
Nevertheless, he would miss them. Snape's sullen silences and quick temper along with Dr. Hook's reserved friendliness made the Hospital Wing feel like home. True, Igor was friends with Raistlin too now, but he'd still miss preparing Snape's favorite sandwiches and talking with Dr. Hook on slow days.

He shook himself, set the quill down and began to write.

Read more... )
[identity profile] raistlin-black.livejournal.com
((with possible guest appearances by the Shoggies!))

“The Dragon Orbs were created by all three orders to contain the essence of all dragons, both good and evil,” Raistlin explained as he and Igor made their way to the Forbidden Forest. Igor wanted to recruit them to defend the castle; Raistlin’s motivations were slightly less noble. Dragons were creatures of power and if there was one thing he was drawn to, it was power. He didn’t need the orb to sense the dragons, he could feel the strength of their magic vibrating in the air. “They are powerful enough to summon a dragon, but the user must be strong enough to bend the orb to its will. Lorac Caladon attempted to use an orb to summon a dragon to protect the Silvanesti. He failed. Cyan Bloodbane took control of Lorac through the orb and twisted the lands into a living nightmare.”

Read more... )

 


[identity profile] raistlin-black.livejournal.com
((Bringing Raistlin back with a canon update to boot! And one of these days, his mun will learn how to format on the first damn try!))

A man in black robes staggered to his feet outside of the popcorn room, clearly disoriented. He snarled a word of magic, creating a thrumming wave of energy that surrounded him like a shield. Raistlin Majere, Master of the Tower of High Sorcery, had returned to Hogwarts. The mage looked down at his robes, jet black and normally of the softest fabric, trimmed in ornate silver runes now sodden with grease. He plucked at a sleeve with with an expression of disgust.

He was back. Raistlin tore his hood back and gave an inarticulate scream of rage. He had passed through Shoikan Grove unharmed and claimed the Tower of High Sorcery as his own, all of it’s secrets and magic were his. The spellbooks of Fistandantilius were his, he was learning the most powerful secrets of arcane magic. Yet the magic of this school had pulled him back against his will.

His spell components were ruined, but he could call on enough magic to burn the grease from his robes. Anyone passing by would see a cranky looking wizard standing in the hallway, smoking.

 

[identity profile] noseymaddie.livejournal.com
Since coding doesn't work in the subject

So, there are known laws of interaction.

One law says that Certain Characters shall have bad dates Interactions.

There's a couple of ways to go fishing for these...

There's approaching people in the Great Hall...

Too obvious



There's the halls...

Too easy



Or the

COMPY LAB



You get the idea that the mun is having too much fun with coding?

Anyways, Maddie is too proud to actually post something like "SWF looking for SM for good conversation and maybe more" but that's what this post should be read as.

What she actually wrote was:
Help a writer do research on the current state of this school. Any information on how it achieved its current state from its former state would be appreciated. Any information would be appreciated. Thank you.


C'mon, baby needs a date...
[identity profile] raistlin-red.livejournal.com

Valentine’s Day. A day for lovers and a day to remind the single people that they are still, well, single.
And if you’re a lonely, sickly wizard, it’s just going to make you crankier. The decorations and general squishy, lovey mood had only served to darken Raistlin’s mood. Setting fire to the pink paper hearts and cupids would have been satisfying, but it would have only created more work for the house elves, and he didn’t want to create more work for the creatures that he actually liked.

He tried to avoid the festivities by  reading in the library and hoping that when he left, all the nonsense would be over with. Because he certainly wasn't hiding or trying to avoid the entire holiday.

[identity profile] nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com
((Backdated to sometime during the holidays. I'd have put this up sooner except, well, I've been busy.))
Given how well it had worked last year, Amaranth decided that spreading holiday saliva was a tradition that should continue for as long as possible.

Thus it was that, with the assistance of house elves, she made sure mistletoe was hanging above every frequently (and not so frequently) used door in the school. The mistletoe would be charmed to remain levitated over the school for a few days, which was certainly long enough, in Amaranth's view, for gratuitous snogging to commence.

Satisfied with her work, the nymph bounced gaily down the halls, eager to assist anyone should they find themselves in need of a makeout partner.
[identity profile] igorofmalaria.livejournal.com
*Unless anyone in the hospital wing feels like bursting in.

Owl to FranciumRead more... )


In one remote corner of the hospital he had set up a bunch of mirrors reflecting each other, a small supply of potions and other worryingly fragile glass devices. This boded badly.
[identity profile] arrogantmage.livejournal.com
To Amaranth, Steff, and Mio, he sends gold heart anklets with a small card to wish them a happy holiday, signed simply with his name. Needless to say, nowhere does he indicate that he's given other people the exact same gift.

To Cathy Dollanganger Marquet Sheffield, he sends a small crystal box which proves to contain a few ounces of candied rose petals. Never mind that the only use for candied rose petals (that he can think of) would be for decorating a cake.

To Oly Binewski, he sends a labeled packet of mineral supplements for her pet eyeball.

To Snape and to Igor, he sends bottles of absinthe.

To Turlough and Primavera, he sends bags of coal.

To Yukimura he sends a bottle of sake, which he very much hopes will not be construed as an invitation.

To Michael Scott he sends a large fruit basket as well as a jar of Boudreax's Butt Paste and a special cushion. These gifts are meant kindly.

To Hagrid, he sends a book called Getting to Know Your Chinchilla.

To the Shoggies, he sends a 12-bird roast.

And to Mystina, he sends a roomful of poinsettias, white and red. Under all the poinsettias is another present: The Elements of Scoring. That's right.
[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com
((Jasper, Valentine, and Hook mentions were approved by their players. =) ))

It was time for Part 2 of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen's class on Muggle Warfare. Perhaps slightly overdue, as snow had settled over the grounds, but, he hadn't been willing to hold the event while the infant-sun monstrosity still lingered in the sky. But now, it was gone, and in the Baron's opinion, the overcast weather was no worse than a 'pleasant' summer day on Lankiveil. He'd learned a few tricks to at least enchant garments for warmth, that would make sure that he and his guest were comfortable in the spectator stands. And, snow was a nice backdrop for the inevitable blood. He gave his assistant Jasper the class off, as, he didn't want to tempt his rather interesting reactions to blood- the last incident had made the vampire so very upset. He did ask him to stay in the proper classroom, and wait for the students who inevitably would show up in the wrong place, to direct them to the Quidditch field.

Read more... )
[identity profile] prettypendulum.livejournal.com
There's a strange woman strutting around Hogwarts and she looks like she's related to Kuronue. Turns out it actually is Kuronue, but he won't mention that unless he thought the reaction would be amusing.

She's wearing a very light, flimsy yukata made of black material. Grey cranes decorate its length. Her wings are small and delicate, poking out from the long veil of her hair falling down her back. She's showing a generous amount of leg and cleavage as she wanders the halls, pausing every so often to talk to passers by.

Tell her she looks pretty and she'll give you a special treat.

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