[identity profile] science-advice.livejournal.com
A blue box gradually appeared, harked by its eerie, otherworldly klaxon… albeit one that wasn’t working as smoothly as it should have, by the sound of it. It flickered as if reluctant to solidify into existence, and the settled on visibility with a violent blink. Even it’s sound shut off rapidly, and there was an ominous bang from the inside. A moment after the door opened and a man exited, bringing with him a puff of smoke. He coughed discreetly and brushed his plum velvet coat and black cape with a brilliant purple satin lining somewhat indignantly, before looking around himself.

“Well, it’s not where I left at least… but where is it then…” he muttered to himself.

It looked like Earth, possibly even England, though not the time period he’d just left (and that was the first time in a while, he had to be getting better at this fixing business)… and yet not quite right. He gave a wide berth to a particularly unpleasant looking hat, and instead went to inspect a table, which seemed to be empty, but perhaps-- the Doctor’s eyebrows rose as a piece of paper and a quill shimmered into existence on the table. Now this was certainly not technology from any of humanity’s older periods. And a school of magic? Probably another embarrassing ploy from the Master, he really had to stop dabbling with this sort of thing. But for now, he might as well go with it.

ExpandNow what is this nonsense? )
[identity profile] woocha.livejournal.com
The house elves were arranging presents under the tree, well, what can fit anyway. Some of the bigger and more mobile things were placed nearby. Each gift has a pretty tag saying who it's for.

And where was the dog that arranged all this?

Er...he's sleeping on the table. Lots of yummy treats will do that to you.

[[OOC: Secret Santa gifts are here.

I know, four of you are missing gifts (well, two technically, since two of the characters are mine). Rest assured, you will be taken care of.

People who still haven't posted their gifts, you have until tomorrow to post them. Otherwise, one of the pinch hitters will do so instead.]]
[identity profile] good-golly-day.livejournal.com
((Taken from the end of Petals on the Wind . There will be spoilers. Also, I have chosen to write up the app in first person, but all comments will be made using third-person narration, because I can be snarkier that way.))

I think I was upstairs, in the attic, looking at those two twin beds I'd shoved so close together when it happened. I don't remember too clearly what I was doing, only that one moment I was at home, and the next I was here, dressed in my favorite leotard and pointes, in this drafty room. The chill in the air caused my nipples to harden, and I stared for a moment at my body, still supple and graceful even though I was nearly 30. Good golly dayy, but all the practicing I was still doing even though I no longer had a chance of being a prima balerina had kept my figure svelte and lithe! I had never had to worry about things like keeping post-pregnancy weight, nor did I have any stretch marks! I was beautiful, and I reveled in my beauty!

I glanced around the room, rubbing my arms to warm myself up. I was in a drafty stone hall. I wondered if I was back at Foxworth Hall somehow, then reminded myself that was foolish! The Grandmother and Grandfather hadn't gone for castles. Oh, their houses had been grand, but there was no glitter, nor were there any priceless objets d'art in the room. There was only a table, upon which rested a stack of papers, with a quill pen hovering over them.

Suddenly frightened, I ran to the door, pounding my fists against the wood, but nothing happened. I flung myself against it, trying to break it down, screaming for Chris, for Doctor Paul, for Julian, even for Bart, even though the latter three were now dead!

Nothing availed me, and eventually I felt a bit foolish. I walked over to the table and sagged heavily in a chair, staring at the papers. Surely someone had to come collect them! I couldn't just be locked in here forever, alone, without even my Christopher Doll for company... could I? And I might as well fill this paper out. It would give me something to do before I was rescued!

ExpandBallerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand / And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Catherine Doll
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one. Catherine Doll
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Catherine Doll
One day, marmelade will rule the world. Catherine Doll
[identity profile] znachit-v-morg.livejournal.com
It was with no small amount of confusion that Ivan found himself not in the foyer of his house in Moscow, but inside what seemed to be a rather large castle he had never stepped foot in before. His round, childish face scrunched up, he slowly turned around to stare at the door he had just come through. No, that was definitely not his front door. Strange, because he was certain that he had just come in from his garden.

Well, damn, he hoped he'd seen the last of those memory lapses after 1991.

When Ivan turned back around there was a wide, cheerful smile plastered on his face and a long metal water pipe clutched in both gloved hands. He surveyed the room quickly for anyone he could talk to about exactly where he was and how he’d gotten here, before he spotted a desk across the room. As it was the most distinguishing object he had seen so far, Ivan approached it with a few long strides.

ExpandAllow me to elucidate. )

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

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