[identity profile] theregothedrums.livejournal.com
It wasn't a matter of distress or inner conflict. His current situation needed to be handled with finesse, of course, but if it was too easy he'd know better than to trust it. Still, it was nice to take a break from all that earnestness for a drink or two and, of all things, a hot fudge sundae. Because sometimes a hot fudge sundae is just what you need.
[identity profile] theregothedrums.livejournal.com
It's been a while, all you wayward children of Hogwarts. I think it's time for a little more... music.

Uh-oh, he sounds happy. )

((ETA: Eventual NSFW in the Ten/Master thread))

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Apr. 20th, 2011 09:20 pm
[identity profile] tenofgallifrey.livejournal.com
"Jaaaack hurry up!" The Doctor called impatiently, bouncing on the balls of his feet. There was so much to see! Not that they were pressed for time, but he was eager to begin learning where things were, what things were. He'd been ready for this all morning and they wait was growing unbearable. How long did it take to throw on a pair of shoes? "What are you doing? You're as bad as Donna, you know that?"

He paced back outside the captain's room, stopping only when he spotted something moving on the wall opposite the door. Oh that was something. That was really  something.

"I've heard of moving photos, holograms even, but paintings? Oh that is fantastic."  And inevitably the screwdriver was out, scanning all around the portrait of a young woman in renaissance garb who looked perfectly scandalized by his behavior and tried to cover herself.

"You rude man!" The Doctor's face split into a grin and he spun around in a circle before, "Sentient paintings! Actual- Amazing!."
[identity profile] tenofgallifrey.livejournal.com
[Wakes up in a very strange  room, even by his standards. Popcorn everywhere. He blinks and runs a hand through his hair, wondering how on Earth he wound up here and realizes his hair is very... slick. In fact so is the rest of him. It smells like..  He sniffs and then puts a finger in his mouth. Butter, He's absolutely covered in butter.  Interesting.
The Doctor gets to his feet and takes a good look around the room. His stomach growls, empty as it's ever bveeen but for some reason it seems like a good idea not to eat anything in here. Absently licking his fingers again he wades through the mess and for the door.]

Hullo?
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
(( OOC: The CWB event is going so well! Everyone is being awesome and now it's time to wrap it up. We definitely have enough attackers, with enough luck, to defeat the bear. Since we have so many separate fight threads going on but there is only one Canadian Weasley Bear, we thought we should bring it all together. To avoid getting hung up on posting order, here's how it will work:

One of the fighters posts a comment
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The Hat account replies for the Bear
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Any other fighter replies to that Bear comment
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The Hat account replies again for the Bear
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Any other fighter replies to that comment

Etc, until we think the Bear has been vanquished! This way we keep it all in one thread, but we also avoid getting stalled by posting order. The Bear will be played with speed by mods who've subscribed to the thread, so that there won't be a lag on the Bear's side. Make sense? If not, give us a shout. ))

Scores thus far, in order of success: )

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our story thus far!!! )

Time to take this ginger menace down.
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
The contestants are led from the limos to the house ... )

The pairs were:

  • Bad Boyz 4 Lyfe: Bucky Katt and Kuronue, room 2.

  • SnarkBros: Vislor Turlough and Dean Winchester, room 7.

  • Pretty in Pink: Cathy Dollanganger and the Shoggies, room 1.

  • Team Beefcake: Beowulf Ecgtheowsson and Captain Jack Harkness, room 3.

  • Bat and Bait: The Scout and Adam Milligan, room 4.

  • Sparkle and Kimono: George St. Bartleigh and Sanada Yukimura, room 6.

  • Team Estrogen: Glorificus and Maddie Magellan, room 5.




Once the entire group of fourteen was assembled, the house-elves herded them into the Hat Shore house's dining room, where each was required to sit in a suspensor chair. A map of Arrakis hanging on the dining-room wall revealed its true purpose: it wasn't a map, it was a television screen! The desert geography dissolved into the familiar interior of Hogwarts' own Great Hall, with Ariane Emory somberly gazing into the camera, microphone in hand.

Welcome to Hat Shore. )

Elric the Adjudicator lays down the laws )

Before anyone could pose a question about the rules, the Adjudicator raised a hand to ward off such foolish attempts. "Questions will not be taken at this time. Rules are not up for debate. Contestants, to your rooms! Craft supplies await you!"

And indeed they did. Tons of craft supplies had been brought to each room by the house elves while the contestants were listening to Elric. Many colors of felt, glitter and glue, ample markers and butcher paper, a bulletin board for each room, and -- the pièce de resistance -- each room had its very own Bedazzler.
[identity profile] mad-glory.livejournal.com
"...and then she and her mousy little paramour toss this sparkly stuff all over me. Say goodbye to that dress. But before I could stomp them both into so much sticky witchy goo, she claps her hands and suddenly I'm miles away, starting my descent from 30,000 feet. I could not believe they'd pull such a cheap, flashy trick! I mean, come on, goddess, y'know?"

Glory sighed, taking a sip from a half-empty margarita. She was well into the second hour of her tale of Sunnydale frustration (lavishly annotated) and had conveniently neglected to notice that she was boring the bartender to tears, or possibly to a desperate homicide attempt.

"If you're gonna defy me, at least defy me with a little style. Show some respect for tradition and come up with a few candles or a blood ritual or something. Because banishment by glitter, pfft, that ranks right down there below even the ol' marshmallow detonation gag, am I right? If it ever gets around to the other hellgods I'll never hear the end of it..."
[identity profile] mad-glory.livejournal.com
The popcorn shifted, a bit more violently than usual, and a tallish, attractive blonde woman in a bright red dress appeared in the room, thoroughly doused with butter.

"Ew," she said, nose wrinkling as she surveyed herself and the room. "What's with the retro pantry motif? What the Hell's Gentle Ben been getting into this time?" She paused, considering the butter. "Gotta admit, I didn't think he had it in him to be this kinky. Go Benny." She sighed and raised her voice slightly. "All right, you scabby little maggots, where are you hiding now? Jinx! Murk! Dreg even! Front and center!"

Receiving no answer, she scowled, pacing in a small circle. "That's the problem with sycophantic minion hordes these days," she said out loud to herself, aggrieved. "You try for a little me-time and they're all over you like scabies, but the minute you actually need a round of good ol'-fashioned craven fawning, the li'l cockroaches up and disappear on you." She flailed her hands momentarily in agitation. "So not fair! I paid good money for that motivational flaying program! Argh! Well, fine..."

Grumbling, she stripped out of the buttered dress, revealing a second, completely clean one underneath, and shook the butter out of her hair with an impatient gesture, flinging the soiled garment carelessly over the nearest wall sconce. "Hello! Goddess in the house! What's a deity gotta do to get a snack around here?"

She stepped up to the doorway, planting her hands on her shapely hips and peering around the hallway with a businesslike air. "Somebody in this joint's gotta have a brain worth eating..."
[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] rose-of-powell.livejournal.com
So what'd you do to get his panties in such a twist?

Love,
Rose
[identity profile] captian-smexy.livejournal.com

Jack wanted revenge. The psychopathic, giggling maniac that had tortured him, killing him in increasingly inventive and horrible ways for an entire year was alive and within his reach. It wouldn’t take much to track the Master down and beat him to death, or at least into a very satisfying coma, but he was inclined towards something a little more creative.

 

The Doctor would disapprove. Hell, he’d be furious.

The Master’s reaction.. that would make it all worthwhile.

 

Jack was a quick study and had been reading up on the requirements and components for a good polyjuice potion. A few hairs nicked from the Doctor and he was ready to go. He had even been studying a charm to try and mask his rather odd time signature. It wouldn’t hold out for long, but maybe it would last just long enough.

 

A shorter, more slender man with dark hair in mad, askew spikes began walking the halls, brown trench coat flapping behind him, and an affable smile on his face. Halfway down the hall, he began to whistle.


[identity profile] fantastic-nine.livejournal.com
There was a soft pop as the Doctor apparated back into a hallway of Gryffindor. He was drained both physically and emotionally; the Master had seen to that. Given the late hour, he had hoped the House would have been quiet. He sensed him before he spoke, that odd sense of permanence.

"Doctor?"

"Hello Jack," his voice was soft, wearied.

Read more... )
[identity profile] captian-smexy.livejournal.com
The Popcorn room shifted and with a resounding *bang* - another student returned to Hogwarts.

Captain Jack Harkness fell to the floor with a groan. He flopped over onto his back and examined the device strapped to his wrist. Before he could open it, he examined his hands. What the.. ?

"Grease? No.. butter?" He closed his eyes and called out, "If you were going to show me a good time, the least you could do was let me remember it!"

****edited, some threads are now nsfw because well, it is Jack after all!**))
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
Beowulf loved the Secret Santa exchange. He had loved it ever since Pippi Longstocking gave him the gift of rainbow-striped scarf, hat, and matching gloves, which he wore every year at Yule thereafter.

The concept of Santa, however, had very little to do with the holiday cheer Beowulf knew best. This year, he decided, as Gryffindor Prefect he would take matters into his own hands.

Posters went up everywhere, dictated by Beowulf to about twenty Dictaquills writing on twenty different sheets of parchment at once, and subsequently tacked up by house elves in all the usual places.



HWÆT! Yule tide does approach!

We call upon you to give gifts to one another, in the manner of a Yule Goat. If you do this, a Yule Goat will also give a gift unto you! If you fail to honor your pledge of gift-giving, a Yule Goat will disapprove!

Note the name by which you are called, if you wish to take part in this jolly exchange!

You have until the 10th day of December to make your pledge. On the 11th day of December, you will be told the name of the Hogwartsman whose Yule Goat you will be!




((OOC note!: Wishbone's player has kindly passed the torch to Beowulf this year. Beowulf will be organizing the Secret Santa exchange along the same lines as Wishbone's exchange last year.

Like last year, characters can ICly sign up other characters if the mun has OOC approval from the other character's player. Just note the permission OOCly in your comment.

Either let me know what e-mail address I should associate with that character's player, or what LJ account I should PM, once Beowulf has made all the assignments. ICly the character will receive an owl from Beowulf giving them their assignment, which is how the characters who didn't sign themselves up will find out they are obligated! OOCly, I'll either e-mail or PM each player.))
[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com
((Jasper's inclusion with permission and additions of his player. If you require Vlad's attention, please say something to this extent in the comment subject line so I don't somehow miss it, thanks!))

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen wanted his first class to be practical and entertaining, so he had chosen "An Introduction to Muggle Weaponry" as the topic. In order to make the class interesting, he'd decided it would be a hands-on experience, and had negotiated with Basher Tarr to obtain an assortment of Muggle weapons, mainly a quantity of AK-47 assault rifles, along with plenty of ammunition. These had been marked with stenciled letters declaring them "Property of the Muggle Studies Department", and were now stacked up neatly on a table at the front of the room, near some crates bearing the same lettering, and a rocket launcher. A section of the room had been magically expanded, and turned into an indoor firing range, complete with human-shaped targets, and the usual classroom area was equipped with rows of neatly-lined desks.

The Baron remained in a large, comfortable chair at the front of the classroom, his assistant Jasper beside him, and chatted quietly with him about a few details of the lesson plan as he waited for the last students to arrive and seat themselves at the desks. When it seemed that no more were going to appear, he floated up and shut the door with a flick of his wand. The deep, melodic basso of his voice carried easily over the chatter.

"Welcome to Muggle Studies. The subject we'll be covering today is potentially dangerous, so pay attention!"Read more... )
[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com
The first portion of a two-part Muggle Studies class will be held on Saturday the 24th of October. The subject will be An Introduction to Modern Muggle Weaponry, and as such, it may be somewhat dangerous. If you have problems with loud noises or strange moral issues regarding warfare, it is advised that you do not attend. This will be a practical class, and as such, will be hands-on experience. Arrive on time, and prepared to pay attention. In order to assure that I will have enough equipment prepared for everyone, sign up on this roster if you plan to attend. Sign up for Part 2 will be separate, and at a later date.

Baron Vladimir Harkonnen (Professor)


((Part 1 of the class isn't the war game- that'll be Part 2. Just a clarification as this was asked in chat, but I was afk at the time.))
[identity profile] bigredbernard.livejournal.com
Andy Bernard had come to Hogwarts with baggage. To house-elves he had entrusted his suitcase and even his messenger bag, but the banjo case he insisted on carrying himself. Its strap rumpled his suit jacket and diagonally bisected the neat front of his shirt (point-collar classic-fit dress shirt in glacier stripe, clashing with his Northwest-tartan wool tie, both by J. Crew).

"I'm comin' up so you better get this party started!"

How better to announce his arrival than with an a cappella cover of Pink's 2001 hit single?


I'm, like, really freaked-out and confused. ... I haven't freaked out about a decision like this since I had to choose between Here Comes Treble, Treble in Paradise, the Trebleshooters, and the Finger Lakes Maestros. )

((Posted with the approval and encouragement of the Office muns))

I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. AB
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.AB.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. AB.
One day, marmalade will rule the world.AB
[identity profile] king-of-flirts.livejournal.com
Jack Harkness was supposed to be teaching the class, if anyone knew who he was they'd be in for a bit of a shock because Jack wasn't going to be actually taking his first lesson. Nope. That joyful challenge fell to one Doctor Owen Harper. Who, when had been told this great news by Jack spent the next half hour swearing at him and stomping about the office. Generally behaving somewhat like a small child having a tantrum. Owen didn't care about that fact, he was annoyed. He'd already been back to Cardiff enough times for him and was looking after Janet.

Yes, Janet. Their sort of pet, mascot, general other guard dog when the pterodactyl wasn't suitable, being picky, broody or just kept away from people.

Owen would get his own back on Jack. He'd show him just what he could do.
-

Owen realises he likes the sound of his own voice... )

((the ooc bit:: Owen's let the pixies loose so feel free to mod what they do to pups and if they get stunned, there's going to be a comment to post any questions under, apart from that it's pretty much free for all, people can be in groups or on their own. If pups want to meet Janet ask Owen, he's feels responsible for her and doesn't want anything happening to people that get close and answer anything about her))

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