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gourmetwolfe.livejournal.comReleased from that torturous place, Wolfe was now free to roam the campus. Only, Wolfe was not fond of roaming. Nor did he want to be on campus. That benighted piece of haberdashery had told him he belonged in some place called Ravenclaw. There were multiple staircases between him and his goal and no elevators.
This did not bode well as Wolfe had a full seventh of a ton to maneuver up those stairs. He detested even taking the stairs leading from his front door to the street. Granted, he detested leaving his home in general, but the stairs made the journey that much worse.
To add insult to the injury, the staircases did not behave properly. They moved on a whim, connecting and reconnecting with the floors above at random.
"Confound it," he muttered, looking for someplace to sit and think. How was anyone supposed to find their way around this ruddy school if it also refused to cooperate. He had a strong desire to return home and for a beer.
Even one of those would be acceptable. But neither seemed within his reach at present.
Even a cane would be an improvement.
This did not bode well as Wolfe had a full seventh of a ton to maneuver up those stairs. He detested even taking the stairs leading from his front door to the street. Granted, he detested leaving his home in general, but the stairs made the journey that much worse.
To add insult to the injury, the staircases did not behave properly. They moved on a whim, connecting and reconnecting with the floors above at random.
"Confound it," he muttered, looking for someplace to sit and think. How was anyone supposed to find their way around this ruddy school if it also refused to cooperate. He had a strong desire to return home and for a beer.
Even one of those would be acceptable. But neither seemed within his reach at present.
Even a cane would be an improvement.
[Open RP] Oh boy Secret Santa!
Dec. 27th, 2009 01:37 pmwoocha.livejournal.comThe 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.]]
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.]]
Tags:
- a,
- amaranth,
- amaterasu,
- andy bernard,
- anita blake,
- berwald oxenstierna,
- billy brennan,
- brienne of tarth,
- chairman kaga,
- charles foster ofdensen,
- coraline jones,
- damien thorn,
- demyx,
- dwight schrute,
- elric of melnibone,
- gellert grindelwald,
- issun,
- ivan braginski,
- james bond,
- jasper hale,
- kameo,
- kuronue,
- lezard valeth,
- maddie magellan,
- matthew,
- miranda barker,
- nathan explosion,
- raptor,
- rp,
- rubeus hagrid,
- sanada yukimura,
- severus snape,
- shoggies,
- simon tam,
- skwisgaar skwigelf,
- smaug,
- steff johnson,
- toki wartooth,
- vislor turlough,
- vladimir harkonnen,
- wishbone,
- zelgadiss graywords
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!
( Ballerina, 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]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts_hocus faq and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Catherine Doll
I have read thehogwarts_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
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!
( Ballerina, 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
hogwarts_hocus faq and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Catherine DollI have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one. Catherine DollI 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
blond-bondshell.livejournal.com"I seem to have blown up my bed. Would you mind if I spend some time in yours?"
It sounded like the worst pickup line in history, and really, James Bond had probably been waiting his whole life to say something like that. But the scorched suit, singed hair, and faint smell of smoke backed up his outlandish claim.
He was leaning against Vesper's door in Slytherin, with what he had salvaged in a bag next to him. By the way he had come prepared, he clearly wasn't expecting to be turned away.
It sounded like the worst pickup line in history, and really, James Bond had probably been waiting his whole life to say something like that. But the scorched suit, singed hair, and faint smell of smoke backed up his outlandish claim.
He was leaning against Vesper's door in Slytherin, with what he had salvaged in a bag next to him. By the way he had come prepared, he clearly wasn't expecting to be turned away.
Muggle Studies
Oct. 24th, 2009 05:05 pmi-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... )
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... )Tags:
ugly-old-hat.livejournal.comThere had been only the most obscure and private of warnings. There were beings who could have predicted the event, with runes or through oracular visions, or by whatever arcane powers they brought with them to Hogwarts -- whatever powers had not fallen prey to the castle's unpredictable field of interference. But how might they have prevented it? And how could they banish it, now that its inevitable advent had begun?
It rose in the sky, bloody and shrieking, three weeks short of All Hallows' Eve. Having risen, it radiated visible rays of unclean light, a light which carried no warmth and lent a cast of jaundice-yellow to the objects thus illumined. Going outdoors was like trying on a new outfit in a fluorescent-lit fitting room. Everything looked subtly wrong.
Mostly its shrieks heralded nothing. They were disconcerting, and raised the hackles on the backs of animals; they caused a mild dyspepsia in some who heard the shrieks, though by no means all. Indeed, some sentient creatures remained unaffected altogether.
But then there were the rarer moments when the shriek of the Baby Sun signified the beginning of something strange. Phenomena that could best be described as Fortean.
The first of these, beginning with the sun's shriek at noon of the day it first rose over Hogwarts, was a rash of spontaneous fires afflicting inanimate and nonsentient objects. This took place not only on the grounds, but also within the castle. Students might reach for their books only to find the book beginning to smolder, then abruptly flaring into a tower of flame. A plate of food in the Great Hall might go to greasy ashes before the first forkful could be taken. The house elves seemed to be spared, at least for now. Pets were safe. But no inanimate object, no matter how cherished or sacred or essential, was immune.
The Baby Sun giggled its loathsome amusement and lolled in the sickly sky. The whole of the grounds lay bathed in its bilious light. Once a student stepped off the grounds, the normal and benevolent sun of Earth was the only sun visible. Yet all of Hogwarts remained under the Baby Sun's mysterious sway, and none could say why or wherefore.
Perhaps some intrepid students might seek to find an answer.
(( OOC: As usual with these kinds of events, you can opt out. Your stuff doesn't need to get burnt; you don't need to get caught outdoors in a rain of fish or blood, or whatever subsequent phenomena take place between now and Halloween. If you want, your character can be unable to detect the Baby Sun or the weird quality of light at all. The mods will banish the Baby Sun through certain mysterious IC means once Halloween has come to pass. ))
It rose in the sky, bloody and shrieking, three weeks short of All Hallows' Eve. Having risen, it radiated visible rays of unclean light, a light which carried no warmth and lent a cast of jaundice-yellow to the objects thus illumined. Going outdoors was like trying on a new outfit in a fluorescent-lit fitting room. Everything looked subtly wrong.
Mostly its shrieks heralded nothing. They were disconcerting, and raised the hackles on the backs of animals; they caused a mild dyspepsia in some who heard the shrieks, though by no means all. Indeed, some sentient creatures remained unaffected altogether.
But then there were the rarer moments when the shriek of the Baby Sun signified the beginning of something strange. Phenomena that could best be described as Fortean.
The first of these, beginning with the sun's shriek at noon of the day it first rose over Hogwarts, was a rash of spontaneous fires afflicting inanimate and nonsentient objects. This took place not only on the grounds, but also within the castle. Students might reach for their books only to find the book beginning to smolder, then abruptly flaring into a tower of flame. A plate of food in the Great Hall might go to greasy ashes before the first forkful could be taken. The house elves seemed to be spared, at least for now. Pets were safe. But no inanimate object, no matter how cherished or sacred or essential, was immune.
The Baby Sun giggled its loathsome amusement and lolled in the sickly sky. The whole of the grounds lay bathed in its bilious light. Once a student stepped off the grounds, the normal and benevolent sun of Earth was the only sun visible. Yet all of Hogwarts remained under the Baby Sun's mysterious sway, and none could say why or wherefore.
Perhaps some intrepid students might seek to find an answer.
(( OOC: As usual with these kinds of events, you can opt out. Your stuff doesn't need to get burnt; you don't need to get caught outdoors in a rain of fish or blood, or whatever subsequent phenomena take place between now and Halloween. If you want, your character can be unable to detect the Baby Sun or the weird quality of light at all. The mods will banish the Baby Sun through certain mysterious IC means once Halloween has come to pass. ))
open Hospital Wing RP
Sep. 3rd, 2009 06:25 pmdoctor-hook.livejournal.comDr. Jørgen Krogshøj was known to his Copenhagen colleagues as Krog, which the translation charm like the TV show's subtitles converted neatly to its English equivalent "Hook". He'd taken to simply introducing himself as Krog, which the translation charm also grabbed and converted to Hook, and by now even such an easygoing man as himself would have cause to grow weary of repeating the explanation.
He also knew that if he spelled out his entire surname, few of the school's inhabitants would have the first clue how to pronounce it. Better to be called Hook than Krawgshawge, or however the native English speakers would mangle it.
So when he put up a sign outside the Great Hall, he signed it accordingly:
The Hospital Wing exists and is open.
Don't be afraid. We won't bite.
We're fully stocked with potions, prophylactics, and other items of interest.
Muggle medicines are also supplied.
We understand the Swine Flu has been squibbed from Hogwarts, but I've ordered a vaccine anyway, to be on the safe side.
- Dr. Hook
Assistant Physician
Underneath the words, he'd drawn a crude map with the hospital wing's location labeled in neat blocky letters, and an arrow with "You are Here" pointing to the Great Hall's location.
This done, he kicked back in the Hospital Wing with a cup of coffee and some Danish-language magazines. Maybe some people would come by or something. He did worry that Snape's demeanor scared students off. That, or the legacy of that crazy-ass sex ed class. Also, Hook himself could use some work to concentrate on. He'd been spending too much time wandering the corridors in search of Antubis ...
He also knew that if he spelled out his entire surname, few of the school's inhabitants would have the first clue how to pronounce it. Better to be called Hook than Krawgshawge, or however the native English speakers would mangle it.
So when he put up a sign outside the Great Hall, he signed it accordingly:
The Hospital Wing exists and is open.
Don't be afraid. We won't bite.
We're fully stocked with potions, prophylactics, and other items of interest.
Muggle medicines are also supplied.
We understand the Swine Flu has been squibbed from Hogwarts, but I've ordered a vaccine anyway, to be on the safe side.
- Dr. Hook
Assistant Physician
Underneath the words, he'd drawn a crude map with the hospital wing's location labeled in neat blocky letters, and an arrow with "You are Here" pointing to the Great Hall's location.
This done, he kicked back in the Hospital Wing with a cup of coffee and some Danish-language magazines. Maybe some people would come by or something. He did worry that Snape's demeanor scared students off. That, or the legacy of that crazy-ass sex ed class. Also, Hook himself could use some work to concentrate on. He'd been spending too much time wandering the corridors in search of Antubis ...
liga-longfield.livejournal.com((It probably goes without saying, but... here there be spoilers for the whole book!))
Sometimes, a woman dreams, longs for things she knows she ought not to want. She longs for something else, a purpose to her life. Liga is one of those women, and even though she knows she shouldn't, she wishes anyway. She's one daughter grown and married, and another learning the workings of magics, but what of herself? What is there to do? At these times, she feels selfish for wondering these things, for feeling the vague stirrings of restlessness, a restlessness she did not feel when she was allowed to live in the place that was her heart's desire. But this is not that place, and sometimes she longs for something to happen, and wonders if her life will simply continue to pass her by.
And sometimes, even if such dreams be merely idle fancy, the universe grants them anyway, for the universe is fickle, like to heap blessings on a body as well as curses. Which is why, on this particular day, Liga enters the sorting room. She is older than most of the people that come here, though for all that, she is still what the shallow would call a MILF. There's a stateliness about her bearing, and, yes, a bit of sadness, too, as if she's plunged through the darkness that life has to offer and come out the other side.
She glances around the room, the high ceiling, the stone walls, the table on which a paper and quill sit, as if waiting for her to write upon them. She's learned her letters from Lady Annie, and so she goes to the table, picking up the quill and carefully answering the questions she finds.
( I'm just a little girl/I'm Raggedy Ann/Makin' believe I'm happy, hey/Raggedy Ann/Falling apart at the seams. )
I have read thehogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____________ Liga Longfield
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___________. Liga Longfield
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___________. Liga Longfield
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____________ Liga Longfield
Sometimes, a woman dreams, longs for things she knows she ought not to want. She longs for something else, a purpose to her life. Liga is one of those women, and even though she knows she shouldn't, she wishes anyway. She's one daughter grown and married, and another learning the workings of magics, but what of herself? What is there to do? At these times, she feels selfish for wondering these things, for feeling the vague stirrings of restlessness, a restlessness she did not feel when she was allowed to live in the place that was her heart's desire. But this is not that place, and sometimes she longs for something to happen, and wonders if her life will simply continue to pass her by.
And sometimes, even if such dreams be merely idle fancy, the universe grants them anyway, for the universe is fickle, like to heap blessings on a body as well as curses. Which is why, on this particular day, Liga enters the sorting room. She is older than most of the people that come here, though for all that, she is still what the shallow would call a MILF. There's a stateliness about her bearing, and, yes, a bit of sadness, too, as if she's plunged through the darkness that life has to offer and come out the other side.
She glances around the room, the high ceiling, the stone walls, the table on which a paper and quill sit, as if waiting for her to write upon them. She's learned her letters from Lady Annie, and so she goes to the table, picking up the quill and carefully answering the questions she finds.
( I'm just a little girl/I'm Raggedy Ann/Makin' believe I'm happy, hey/Raggedy Ann/Falling apart at the seams. )I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____________ Liga LongfieldI have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___________. Liga LongfieldI agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___________. Liga Longfield
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____________ Liga Longfield
goodheadbadhead.livejournal.comThe man who appears in the Sorting Hall is rather . . . unusual. Not just because he appears to be missing the skin on his left side, either. It's the way he's arguing with himself that takes him from disturbing to surreal.
"--don't care if you wanted to, I'm not about to get us killed because you're a soft-hearted idiot!
"Just because I'm not willing to shoot innocents in the face doesn't mean I'm stupid, Harv, I'm just . . . what on Earth is this, now?"
They look around themselves, frown, and spot the paper.
"Oh, this is stupid.
"No kidding. Alright, what are the questions?"
( Well, we weren't doing anything important . . . )
"--don't care if you wanted to, I'm not about to get us killed because you're a soft-hearted idiot!
"Just because I'm not willing to shoot innocents in the face doesn't mean I'm stupid, Harv, I'm just . . . what on Earth is this, now?"
They look around themselves, frown, and spot the paper.
"Oh, this is stupid.
"No kidding. Alright, what are the questions?"
( Well, we weren't doing anything important . . . )Compy Post: Anonymous love meme!
Jul. 28th, 2009 11:11 pmguy-from-mars.livejournal.comValentine Michael Smith was still grokking the great goodness that was Hogwarts, and humanity in general. His perceptions of all of these things were still a bit skewed, but his heart was in the right place.
He'd stumbled onto the computer lab, and, after watching a few discussions, he eventually decided he ought to start his own.
Consequently, a post appeared on the Hogwartsnet under the username "water_ brother":
He'd stumbled onto the computer lab, and, after watching a few discussions, he eventually decided he ought to start his own.
Consequently, a post appeared on the Hogwartsnet under the username "water_ brother":
Attention Hogwarts students!
These are truths I have discovered during my time among the peoples of Earth, most especially during my long sojourn with the giant squid, whose wisdom is beyond measure and who has taught me much of life. Would that I could introduce all of you to him, that you might grok him, in your own turn, with greater fullness:
God is love.
All sentient beings are capable of love.
You are a sentient being who is capable of expressing love.
Therefore, thou art God.
Why not express your own love to your fellow Hogwarts students? Use this space to say something nice to someone you have met. You need not sign your name, as I grok that makes some people uncomfortable.
Tags:
- a,
- amaranth,
- beowulf,
- billy brennan,
- brienne of tarth,
- chairman kaga,
- compy post,
- damien thorn,
- death the kid,
- derkhan blueday,
- dieter prohl,
- dwight schrute,
- elizabeth bennet,
- francis bonnefoy,
- hermione granger,
- james bond,
- l,
- lezard valeth,
- mail jeevas,
- meg murry,
- megan gwynn,
- methos,
- miranda barker,
- mr wednesday,
- patrick mckenna,
- rat,
- rene mathis,
- roderich edelstein,
- rp,
- ryuk,
- sage,
- shibuya yuuri,
- simon tam,
- skwisgaar skwigelf,
- steff johnson,
- sunflora,
- tako,
- tenel ka djo,
- the corinthian,
- valentine michael smith,
- vislor turlough,
- wishbone
[Open RP] Sex Bomb!
Jul. 16th, 2009 11:47 amcockneysplosive.livejournal.comIt had been early in the morning-2 or 3ish-when a man snuck into the Great Hall holding a broom and wearing an invisibility cloak he 'borrowed' from someplace. Using them both, he flew up to the rafters of the Great Hall. There he pulled something out of his pocket and secured it to the rafter, making it invisible in the process. He did this two more times, at different points of the Great Hall.
Having done that, Basher went back to bed.
Fast forward to lunchtime. Basher went there to get some lunch, and see if there were enough people in the room. Luckily, there were.
Opting to go straight into the kitchen, he ducked into a closet in there which had a wall adjacent to the Great Hall. Pulling out and putting on a gas mask, he pushed the trigger on the bombs.
There was no explosion, hell, there wasn't even a visible difference, unless you saw through magic goggles or something. But if you could, you'd be able to see aphrodisiac seep out from the bombs and over the Great Hall.
All right, hat. You wanted a sex bomb, you got one, Basher thought from his closet.
Having done that, Basher went back to bed.
Fast forward to lunchtime. Basher went there to get some lunch, and see if there were enough people in the room. Luckily, there were.
Opting to go straight into the kitchen, he ducked into a closet in there which had a wall adjacent to the Great Hall. Pulling out and putting on a gas mask, he pushed the trigger on the bombs.
There was no explosion, hell, there wasn't even a visible difference, unless you saw through magic goggles or something. But if you could, you'd be able to see aphrodisiac seep out from the bombs and over the Great Hall.
All right, hat. You wanted a sex bomb, you got one, Basher thought from his closet.
ubergazebo.livejournal.comSlow life of wood. Sap seeping through woodgrain and through cracks in paint. News from tree to tree in wind speaking of brothers slain. Gazebo, I, will stretch and move. Gazebo probes earth to taste what path leads to the brothers' resting ground. Another flavor there too, like truffles. Gazebo knows that is a love flavor.
Magic helps gazebo, me, to move. Proudly bedecked in flowers. Handsome and angry. That is me. Hear the voice magic gave me to speak without wind. I demand audience.
( Allow me to elucidate. )
"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ubergazebo
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.ubergazebo
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.ubergazebo
One day, marmalade will rule the world.ubergazebo"
Magic helps gazebo, me, to move. Proudly bedecked in flowers. Handsome and angry. That is me. Hear the voice magic gave me to speak without wind. I demand audience.
( Allow me to elucidate. )"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG.
ubergazeboI have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.
ubergazeboI agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.
ubergazeboOne day, marmalade will rule the world.
ubergazebo"Application : Ambassador Londo Mollari
Jul. 8th, 2009 09:07 pmcentauri-londo.livejournal.com((Londo has spoken to Delenn's mun and gotten the OK))
He stepped through the doorway and tugged at his coat, straightening the heavily embroidered sleeves. Ambassador Londo Mollari of the Great Centauri Republic surveyed his new surroundings. The walls and floor were wrought stone, but it did not have the same light and airy feel one would find in Centauri architecture. Was he back on Narn?
“Great Maker, I hope not,” he muttered to himself. “I could use a drink. Vir!” he bellowed.
Londo took a step forward and was startled to see a quill appear in front of him, just hovering over a piece of parchment.
(("I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Londo))
((I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Londo))
((I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Londo))
((One day, marmalade will rule the world. Londo"))
( Read on! )
OOC Post: Vent to the Muns
Jun. 9th, 2009 06:11 pmmiranda-bnewski.livejournal.comCharacters: If you want to vent to your muns, or complain about the people who share your headspace, this is the place. It may not help things, but maybe you'll feel better.
Characters may comment and talk with each other.
Characters may comment and talk with each other.
Tags:
- alan grant,
- albus dumbledore,
- amaranth,
- basher tarr,
- bella swan,
- beowulf,
- bert the chimney sweep,
- brice de winter,
- brienne of tarth,
- chairman kaga,
- chatelaine thecla,
- coraline jones,
- damien thorn,
- dieter prohl,
- edward cullen,
- ender wiggin,
- francis bonnefoy,
- glorfindel,
- igor,
- james bond,
- jing,
- jorgen krogshoj,
- karasu,
- kuroudo akabane,
- kusuriyuri,
- l,
- legolas,
- lezard valeth,
- lola sanchez,
- maia,
- mail jeevas,
- mel beeby,
- mello,
- naomi misora,
- nemi montoya,
- octavian,
- olympia binewski,
- ooc,
- rat,
- rika furude,
- roderich edelstein,
- rose casson,
- sage,
- sanada yukimura,
- severus snape,
- shibuya yuuri,
- simon tam,
- smaug,
- soichiro yagami,
- sorting hat,
- strawberry fields,
- tenel ka djo,
- teru mikami,
- vislor turlough,
- vladimir harkonnen,
- zelgadiss graywords
open RP: gazebo mania
May. 23rd, 2009 09:15 pmugly-old-hat.livejournal.com(( because I promised. Yes, you may attack them. Credit for gingerbread goes to beets_r_god. ))
The Sorting Hat thought of itself as a trendsetter.
And the Sorting Hat hated to be outdone.
A gazebo? O RLY? A motherflippin' gazebo getting built on the Hat's own school grounds, and someone else thought of the idea first? This could not be!
To demolish the gazebo would have gratified the Hat, but it was too late for that now. Too many people had already seen the gazebo. The groundskeeper had given permission for the gazebo. The Hat's pride would not permit it to take action such that people would know the Hat had been outraced to an up-and-coming hot trend.
The gazebo could not be demolished. But it could be ... outclassed.
Overnight, a crack battalion of house-elves went to work, goaded on by their millinery master. Gazebos sprang up all over the Hogwarts grounds. Gazebos large and small. Tiny gazebos, dollhouse-sized, made of popsicle sticks. Midrange gazebos suitable for a midsummer's eve, to ward off that not-so-fresh feeling at dusk. Gazebos of white wood, gazebos of plaster columns, gazebos of weathered old lumber repurposed from other Hat projects of yore.
And, in the center of the Quidditch field, an outsized gazebo that would've been big enough for giants, all its planks made of fragrant gingerbread. Huge glutinous gumdrops studded its exterior, and loops of frosting adorned its roof in a faux-shingled pattern.
Satisfied that its supremacy as a trend-setter had been ensured, the Hat then retired to its chambers for a long lie-in with the Jackson Hole Hat Company catalog.
beets_r_god. )) The Sorting Hat thought of itself as a trendsetter.
And the Sorting Hat hated to be outdone.
A gazebo? O RLY? A motherflippin' gazebo getting built on the Hat's own school grounds, and someone else thought of the idea first? This could not be!
To demolish the gazebo would have gratified the Hat, but it was too late for that now. Too many people had already seen the gazebo. The groundskeeper had given permission for the gazebo. The Hat's pride would not permit it to take action such that people would know the Hat had been outraced to an up-and-coming hot trend.
The gazebo could not be demolished. But it could be ... outclassed.
Overnight, a crack battalion of house-elves went to work, goaded on by their millinery master. Gazebos sprang up all over the Hogwarts grounds. Gazebos large and small. Tiny gazebos, dollhouse-sized, made of popsicle sticks. Midrange gazebos suitable for a midsummer's eve, to ward off that not-so-fresh feeling at dusk. Gazebos of white wood, gazebos of plaster columns, gazebos of weathered old lumber repurposed from other Hat projects of yore.
And, in the center of the Quidditch field, an outsized gazebo that would've been big enough for giants, all its planks made of fragrant gingerbread. Huge glutinous gumdrops studded its exterior, and loops of frosting adorned its roof in a faux-shingled pattern.
Satisfied that its supremacy as a trend-setter had been ensured, the Hat then retired to its chambers for a long lie-in with the Jackson Hole Hat Company catalog.
Compy Post: FMK Meme
May. 16th, 2009 05:18 pmnerdsexgoddess.livejournal.comThe following anonymous post appeared on the compy network.
((Edited to fix the rules. The mun has never actually played this game herself.))
For the purposes of curiosity...
If you want to play, let me know in a reply to this thread, and I will pick three people currently in attendance at Hogwarts.
Which would you have sex with?
Which would you marry?
Which would you kill, provided that there weren't a no-kill spell?
If anyone else wants to assign choices as well, that would be grand!
((Edited to fix the rules. The mun has never actually played this game herself.))
Tags:
- alan grant,
- alice cullen,
- amaranth,
- anthony crowley,
- basher tarr,
- beowulf,
- compy post,
- damien thorn,
- demyx,
- dieter prohl,
- elizabeth bennet,
- elric of melnibone,
- francis bonnefoy,
- gellert grindelwald,
- james bond,
- jasper hale,
- jorgen krogshoj,
- kakashi hatake,
- kuroudo akabane,
- la fee verte,
- lezard valeth,
- maddie magellan,
- mail jeevas,
- mello,
- miranda barker,
- near,
- olympia binewski,
- princess peach,
- richard roma,
- rorschach,
- sanada yukimura,
- severus snape,
- simon tam,
- sorting hat,
- starscream,
- strawberry fields,
- teru mikami,
- the corinthian,
- zelgadiss graywords
psy-nuisance.livejournal.comThey'd been grabbed right off the street, shoved into a van. Rat hadn't been able to get a punch in. Sage remembered one last glimpse of the Florida sun as the van doors slammed shut, the guy's arm around her as he held the cloth to her face.
Sage woke up on the stone floor, mouth tasting of cotton balls, unaware that she was now a candidate for the prestigious Hogwarts Albino's Club.
"Where am I" she asked and then more urgently "Where's Rat!?" Then again, no one who knew anything about them would keep them in the same room. She calmed down a bit. "Is this SHIMMER? If so, I like the redecoration! Finally, someone around the place with a gothic sensibility. And where are you keeping my brother?"
She noticed the scribbling pen and paperwork.( What do you want with us, jerks? )
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____Sage________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___Sage________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __Sage_________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ___Sage__________"
((Note of warning: Sage is an empath who can read people's memories if they have strong emotions attatched. At times she deliberately reads people's embarassing and/or sexual memories...yeah.
I'll try not to godmod. Any inability to read people can be explained by their talents, will, or just because of a privacy spell around Hogwarts.
This is an experiment. The character has the potential to become really annoying. Oh, and there may be Language.
Extra note:Despite the icons, IC Sage is described as "hideous", although the main character may be a bit prejudiced.))
Sage woke up on the stone floor, mouth tasting of cotton balls, unaware that she was now a candidate for the prestigious Hogwarts Albino's Club.
"Where am I" she asked and then more urgently "Where's Rat!?" Then again, no one who knew anything about them would keep them in the same room. She calmed down a bit. "Is this SHIMMER? If so, I like the redecoration! Finally, someone around the place with a gothic sensibility. And where are you keeping my brother?"
She noticed the scribbling pen and paperwork.
( What do you want with us, jerks? )"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____Sage________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___Sage________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __Sage_________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ___Sage__________"
((Note of warning: Sage is an empath who can read people's memories if they have strong emotions attatched. At times she deliberately reads people's embarassing and/or sexual memories...yeah.
I'll try not to godmod. Any inability to read people can be explained by their talents, will, or just because of a privacy spell around Hogwarts.
This is an experiment. The character has the potential to become really annoying. Oh, and there may be Language.
Extra note:Despite the icons, IC Sage is described as "hideous", although the main character may be a bit prejudiced.))
ninja-lizzy.livejournal.comIt is a truth, universally acknowledged, that despite a young woman's possession of a calm and sensible temperament even at the best of times, if said woman comes to consciousness in a room surrounded by cases containing popcorn kernels and covered herself in a fine layer of grease, she will not take it well.
Such was the case for Elizabeth Bennet. The first thing she did upon her sudden wakefulness was to reach for her katana. To her dismay, however, she carried neither katana nor musket nor even ankle dagger.
"What mischief is this!" cried she in indignant tones. "Where can I be, weaponless and with no idea whether there are unmentionables about!"
Being a resourceful young woman, she endeavoured to clean the salt and butter from her person as much as possible. She had vague recollections of this place. Hogwarts, she thought it was called. She should go somewhere called Ravenclaw. Oh, yes, and Mr. Darcy was here. Of the scourge of unmentionables that had been plaguing England, she was less clear. It seemed to her she ought to remember if any of them were here, but she couldn't.
Well, there was nothing for it. She would sally forth from this room of popcorn kernels and see if she could locate someone she knew, even if that someone should be Mr. Darcy, and make them explain what the meaning of all this was. Then she resolved she would find a weapon and work off some of her excess energy by hunting Unmentionables. If there were no unmentionables--although why that should be the case given that there were *always* unmentionables--she supposed she might meditate and hope for a clear mind. And if there were no place in which she could meditate, she could always go write a letter to her dear friend, Charlotte Lucas, who she hoped had not been too stricken by the strange plague.
Thus satisfied with her plan, Elizabeth took herself away from the popcorn room, in as gay of spirits as she ever boasted. She did glance back over her shoulder in time to spot her name on the plaque of names outside the door. It was slowly fading, as was the name of Mr. Darcy. What this could mean, she was sure she didn't know, though she intended to find out. At swordpoint, should it come to that.
((For those of you who have not been alerted to my evil plans, I am taking Elizabeth from this version of Pride and Prejudice. I highly recommend this new ultraviolent version of Austen's comedy of manners to all lovers of crackfic, which, hopefully, you all are. Also, this is Brienne-mun, the one who is, OOCly, totally blind. Should anyone have time to hunt up appropriately kick-ass icons for this journal, I would be grateful...))
Such was the case for Elizabeth Bennet. The first thing she did upon her sudden wakefulness was to reach for her katana. To her dismay, however, she carried neither katana nor musket nor even ankle dagger.
"What mischief is this!" cried she in indignant tones. "Where can I be, weaponless and with no idea whether there are unmentionables about!"
Being a resourceful young woman, she endeavoured to clean the salt and butter from her person as much as possible. She had vague recollections of this place. Hogwarts, she thought it was called. She should go somewhere called Ravenclaw. Oh, yes, and Mr. Darcy was here. Of the scourge of unmentionables that had been plaguing England, she was less clear. It seemed to her she ought to remember if any of them were here, but she couldn't.
Well, there was nothing for it. She would sally forth from this room of popcorn kernels and see if she could locate someone she knew, even if that someone should be Mr. Darcy, and make them explain what the meaning of all this was. Then she resolved she would find a weapon and work off some of her excess energy by hunting Unmentionables. If there were no unmentionables--although why that should be the case given that there were *always* unmentionables--she supposed she might meditate and hope for a clear mind. And if there were no place in which she could meditate, she could always go write a letter to her dear friend, Charlotte Lucas, who she hoped had not been too stricken by the strange plague.
Thus satisfied with her plan, Elizabeth took herself away from the popcorn room, in as gay of spirits as she ever boasted. She did glance back over her shoulder in time to spot her name on the plaque of names outside the door. It was slowly fading, as was the name of Mr. Darcy. What this could mean, she was sure she didn't know, though she intended to find out. At swordpoint, should it come to that.
((For those of you who have not been alerted to my evil plans, I am taking Elizabeth from this version of Pride and Prejudice. I highly recommend this new ultraviolent version of Austen's comedy of manners to all lovers of crackfic, which, hopefully, you all are. Also, this is Brienne-mun, the one who is, OOCly, totally blind. Should anyone have time to hunt up appropriately kick-ass icons for this journal, I would be grateful...))
miranda-bnewski.livejournal.comThis is not a strip-club.
She'd been meaning to pop into the dressing room and do a quick change. Instead she came out into the Sorting room wearing a green dress and elaborate makeup.
"Hello, hello, oh, hell!"
Life had taken a turn of the soap-opera kind lately, with the death of her alleged mother and all. Now she was walking into strange rooms.
A lone paper lay on the desk in front of her.
( Please tell me insanity isn't hereditary. )
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Miranda Barker__________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __Miranda Barker_________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Miranda Barker__________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _Miranda Barker____________"
She'd been meaning to pop into the dressing room and do a quick change. Instead she came out into the Sorting room wearing a green dress and elaborate makeup.
"Hello, hello, oh, hell!"
Life had taken a turn of the soap-opera kind lately, with the death of her alleged mother and all. Now she was walking into strange rooms.
A lone paper lay on the desk in front of her.
( Please tell me insanity isn't hereditary. )"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Miranda Barker__________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __Miranda Barker_________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Miranda Barker__________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _Miranda Barker____________"
