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Neil was very surprised to find himself in the middle of a large room. He was, in fact, very surprised to find himself alive.
( A voice comes from nowhere, with some interesting questions )
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____NP______
I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____NP____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __NP______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____NP_____"
( A voice comes from nowhere, with some interesting questions )
"I have read the
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I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __NP______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____NP_____"
My Day Off (Semi-Open RP)
Jul. 29th, 2007 08:57 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
((This is mainly for House and Wilson; however if your char might be out by the lake, feel free to stick them in! XD))
There was precious little to do around the castle that didn't include a phallic symbol piece of wood or turning mice into teacups. That was the lesson Carla was quickly learning. Still, she had a bottle of suntan lotion, a stack of People magazines, and a whole day off. Bullying the house-elves into making her a margarita and bringing it to her while she sunbathed on a huge blanket out by the lake was just perks. Dressed weather-appropriate in shorts and a tank top, she lowered her sunglasses, stretched out on her stomach, and idly turned pages.
Because reading about Tomkat and LiLo's latest drug conviction? So much better than actually thinking about her soap opera like love life. Or letting her mind wander to Perry. Nope, Carla was more than determined to bask out in the sun and enjoy not thinking for a little while.
There was precious little to do around the castle that didn't include a phallic symbol piece of wood or turning mice into teacups. That was the lesson Carla was quickly learning. Still, she had a bottle of suntan lotion, a stack of People magazines, and a whole day off. Bullying the house-elves into making her a margarita and bringing it to her while she sunbathed on a huge blanket out by the lake was just perks. Dressed weather-appropriate in shorts and a tank top, she lowered her sunglasses, stretched out on her stomach, and idly turned pages.
Because reading about Tomkat and LiLo's latest drug conviction? So much better than actually thinking about her soap opera like love life. Or letting her mind wander to Perry. Nope, Carla was more than determined to bask out in the sun and enjoy not thinking for a little while.
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George didn't know where he was at, but he knew one thing: This wasn't the big push. He had been running toward the Germans, and then he ran into the wall here.
"Well, now, that's a strange sort of thing."
Then he noticed the application, and the people mingling about.
( Tally ho, pip pip, and Bernard's your uncle! )
"Well, now, that's a strange sort of thing."
Then he noticed the application, and the people mingling about.
( Tally ho, pip pip, and Bernard's your uncle! )
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House really had no excuse for having been away as long as he did. If most people asked, he'd give them some long-winded story about a medical case that had evolved into an epidemic and then had evolved yet further into an entirely new disease that he had discovered and promptly cured. It would, of course, be a huge lie, but people tended to believe his lies.
Then again, House had left a note on Wilson's door saying: Gone to get cigarettes. H. After nearly a month, that excuse probably wouldn't be so useful anymore. But hey, Wilson might still believe him if House made up a story about traffic troubles. Maybe.
Alright, Wilson wasn't stupid, and wouldn't believe that. But for some reason, House was feeling almost guilty about the fact that he'd been away for so long - though he'd never admit that his behaviour might resemble something called 'fretting'. That was too pathetic for his liking.
( And he'd never actually apologize. So the best plan was to barge in on Wilson. At 3am. )
Then again, House had left a note on Wilson's door saying: Gone to get cigarettes. H. After nearly a month, that excuse probably wouldn't be so useful anymore. But hey, Wilson might still believe him if House made up a story about traffic troubles. Maybe.
Alright, Wilson wasn't stupid, and wouldn't believe that. But for some reason, House was feeling almost guilty about the fact that he'd been away for so long - though he'd never admit that his behaviour might resemble something called 'fretting'. That was too pathetic for his liking.
( And he'd never actually apologize. So the best plan was to barge in on Wilson. At 3am. )
MINI-HIATUS
Jun. 12th, 2007 06:18 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Okay, so I'm not going to be around much for the coming week or so. Exams! Fun times all around :D I just printed out two study guides, one 17 pages and the other 38, and... realized that I am going to have to do this, because that's just for two out of my seven classes.
So, yes. I am barely going to be around until Tuesday. I might scrunch some time in between studying sessions so I don't go insane, but just to let people know why my tagging is going to be horrendously slow.
Sincerely,
Hillary
Aka, Dean/Wilson/Lorelai/Bones/Zack/Tenna/Pickles/Ophelia/Jack Sparrow/Doug/Veronica/Marla/Jenks/IHaveTooManyCharacters!mun :D
So, yes. I am barely going to be around until Tuesday. I might scrunch some time in between studying sessions so I don't go insane, but just to let people know why my tagging is going to be horrendously slow.
Sincerely,
Hillary
Aka, Dean/Wilson/Lorelai/Bones/Zack/Tenna/Pickles/Ophelia/Jack Sparrow/Doug/Veronica/Marla/Jenks/IHaveTooManyCharacters!mun :D
Owls to Lily and Wilson
May. 22nd, 2007 04:47 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
((Warnings for the first owl: It contains a story with written sexual acts, and more disturbing implied sexual acts. Just warning for the kiddies :P))
( Steve McQueen the rat is sent to Lily with a thick roll of parchment, heavily warded. It's in no way signed or explained. )
( Honey badger to Wilson, lightly warded. )
( Steve McQueen the rat is sent to Lily with a thick roll of parchment, heavily warded. It's in no way signed or explained. )
( Honey badger to Wilson, lightly warded. )
Open RP: Happy Easter!
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Although the Easter Bunny arrived in time for Easter, he was rather woefully late in spreading the Easter joy to Hogwarts. This may have been because he was sleeping 16 hours a day, because he'd tried playing DDR in the Gryffindor common room, or just because he was extremely lazy.
Today, anybody that wandered through the Great Hall might actually find their eyes hurting from the sheer amount of shiny-wrapped chocolate eggs, piled in dozens of baskets and of many different colors. Some of the eggs had items inside, detectable by the rattling one would hear upon shaking them; the items would range from anything from more chocolate to any kind of toy one could imagine. Attached to all the baskets is this note:
Happy Easter, biznatches.
Don't moan and whine about how it's late, I KNOW. I had better things to be doing, so you get your chocolate now. If you need me, just holler. I'll be around the room somewhere.
The Easter Bunny
((OOC: Chocolate plot! As is usual, any chocolate that is consumed may or may not have magical effects upon the character that consumes it; what happens (or doesn't happen) is entirely up to the muns :) ))
Today, anybody that wandered through the Great Hall might actually find their eyes hurting from the sheer amount of shiny-wrapped chocolate eggs, piled in dozens of baskets and of many different colors. Some of the eggs had items inside, detectable by the rattling one would hear upon shaking them; the items would range from anything from more chocolate to any kind of toy one could imagine. Attached to all the baskets is this note:
Don't moan and whine about how it's late, I KNOW. I had better things to be doing, so you get your chocolate now. If you need me, just holler. I'll be around the room somewhere.
The Easter Bunny
((OOC: Chocolate plot! As is usual, any chocolate that is consumed may or may not have magical effects upon the character that consumes it; what happens (or doesn't happen) is entirely up to the muns :) ))
Closed RP - House and Wilson - Oh, my.
Apr. 13th, 2007 11:44 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
( There would be witty lyrics in which it is implied that Wilson is a woman, but he's a bit too preoccupied for such! )
(Rated H for Horny Men. Which may be 'pr0n', in some countries.)
(Rated H for Horny Men. Which may be 'pr0n', in some countries.)
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While House generally prided himself on being able to diagnose and recognize all sorts of fairly unusual things, he had to admit, being asked to help with a case involving psychic visions had him stumped. And as usual, anything that had him stumped, had him obsessed. Because really, ongoing psychic visions that were giving increasing pain to the bearer? That was just weird.
Therefore, it was brain picking time.
( Honey badger to Wilson, shortly followed by brooding in a dark corner as cranky diagnosticians usually do. )
Therefore, it was brain picking time.
( Honey badger to Wilson, shortly followed by brooding in a dark corner as cranky diagnosticians usually do. )
Owl to Wilson and Closed RP
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( Owl to Wilson, not at all warded, but it's charmed to tell an extremely immature fart joke as soon as it's opened. )
((Warning: This Warning is brought to you by the letter S, which otherwise stands for Smut.))
((Warning: This Warning is brought to you by the letter S, which otherwise stands for Smut.))