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serrulata.livejournal.com

( From Kurama )

To Sokka - A Set of boomerangs.

To Kaga - A sampler of demon-world herbs, with a note: None of them are poisonous, but I can't cook. Let me know if you find fun uses for them.

( From Zack )

( From River )

( From Matt )

( From Eleven )

( From Brendan (Though he's still being sorted, he does take time between 'interrogations' to scribble up a few gifts) )

stbrendan.livejournal.com

Years, perhaps too many, had passed since Brendan had fled the Northmen at Kells, following Brother Aiden. The Book had been at last completed, and Aiden departed to the next world, leaving the Book, and the faithful cat Pangur Bahn, in Brendan's care.

He knew it was time to return to Kells, the abbey, and the forest beyond. Perhaps only to overgrown ruins, but...

Well, the Book had taught him many things, hope principal among them. He packed up his meager belongings, the Book, and Pangur, then set off inland, away from the far south coasts and towards the first and only true home he had known.

He must have gotten turned around, deep in the moorlands. Mist everywhere, and when he turned, suddenly...

A room? Where was this place? Brendan surely knew a little about the magic of this land; he'd experienced it firsthand in his youth, but this surely wasn't Aisling's work. She'd never come indoors on her own.

But, unlike with Crom Chruah, this place didn't feel threatening. Pangur Bahn, on the other hand, had a rather different idea, her white fur sticking out in all directions as she clung with all claws to his shoulder.

"Hush, Pangur, we're in no danger here," he soothed, hoping he wasn't making a liar of himself. He stepped cautiously into the room. The desk and quill, for all that it was standing up, was familiar enough. A quill pen he could handle.

( Even if the words were strange, the quill was comfortable in his hands. )

"I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______Brendan______
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Brendan______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____Brendan______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______Brendan_______"

for-a-nickel.livejournal.com

As Mike backed through the door, his arms full of a large cardboard box, his first thought was that someone was playing an impressively bad practical joke. This was quickly dismissed, though, for two reasons. In the first place, he rather doubted even Ultra Car had the ambition to pull off turning the stockroom into a medieval castle, and in the second, he was pretty sure that most of the people at the store knew better than to target him if they felt prankish. It just wasn't worth it.

So that probably meant something weird was going on. Mike could handle that. Being abducted by aliens as a toddler, given super-human strength and endurance, and growing up to be part of a secret government taskforce to fight said aliens would do that to a person. Not to mention working retail. He dropped the box in a way that would probably have made several of his coworkers wince, and ambled over to look at the application. The quill skittered away from him, showing a remarkable sense of self preservation for a writing implement.
( Your mom allowed me to elucidate. )

I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _your mom___
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _your mom___.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _your mom___.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _your mom___

eleventyrags.livejournal.com

Hogwarts, it turned out, was almost an interesting place in itself to make up for not being able to jet off into the universe at will.

The library, for example, wasn't nearly as vast as the Doctor's (or other planetary libraries he'd visited) but was charmingly exclusive on certain subjects, and very involved where those subjects were concerned. The restricted section especially had been an experience.

Even better, the ceiling of the Great Hall. He had spent hours one day just laying on a table, staring at it, watching magically-induced clouds drift between the hall's pillars.

But even with those lovely things, absolutely nothing in this world compared to the endless fun inherent with the moving staircases. Finding all kinds of secret rooms, forgotten halls, and classrooms full of students who'd just gone in because they couldn't get to the floor they wanted provided so much marvelous stimuli that even he was starting to get exhausted.

And to that end, he was taking his careful time going down one staircase that seemed to react to the climber's speed, when everything happened.

No, really. Everything happened. Bad dreams lizardpeople pandorica soccer pandorica River Amy Rory centurion plastic centurion married time blue box old new and...

He absolutely had to find a fez right now. It would help if he found a way to climb back onto the stairs proper. Time had happened in such a sudden rush that he'd been knocked over the side of the staircase by the force of it, dangling now from an awkward handhold - part of the railing - and looking very far down past his feet.

He looked around, hoping for a little help.

Current Mood: h-help?
Current Location: Stairway Hall

molassesscat.livejournal.com

OOC: Kojiro's nemesis arrives...which makes sense if you're a denizen of IRC or vaguely aware of the strange things we talk about in there. Blame the spelling on one person. This app will be played by two people, though, one of which will admit to being unable to spell on the best of days. Note: Molasses Cat is not an ordinary cat and is using its vast mental powers to make the Dictaquill work. There is even more to Molasses Cat than meets the eye.

It oozed into the sorting room, filling a space roughly the size and shape of a large domestic cat. It purred, pleased with its surroundings, the jar it'd come out of still on its tail. Padding over to the table, leaving a trail of sticky, fragrant footprints behind. With a move that looked more like it was flowing back up into the jar and out again, onto the table this time. It walked over the paper there a few times before curling up, still purring, laying on the form. It looked ready to settle into a long nap, stretching and covering the whole table in a way familiar to all cats, a way that belied their true size and allowed them to fill any space available, no matter how roomy.

The purring eased away into silence broken occasionally by a sound that sounded something like a soft half-moaned mew and a squelch as the cat-creature sighed in its sleep.

In a sudden movement that somehow seemed slower as its body oozed to follow him, the cat rose and began cleaning its face and then its belly and tail, its leg shifting from third to fifth gear before it sat up and looked around itself, unblinking.

Only then did it seem to pay any attention to the papers it was sitting on. It meowed, stretching and yawning widely, padding over to a form that somehow was missed in its nap.
( Behold the greatness of the translation charm. )

chinasorrows.livejournal.com

((OOC: In the Skulduggery Pleasant canon, when a person first sees China Sorrows, they fall instantly in love. The ability isn't gender bias, it will affect men and women equally. In addition, within the canon, is the susceptibility to control somone once their name is known. These abilities may or may not affect the characters at Hogwarts if that is the mun's preference. If you think it will be fun to play into it, e.g. to let a character fall for China, then you'll need to let me know through OOC or pm. For more information on China, check her user profile. Her mun.))

China Sorrows; her hair, black as deepest sin, framed her face while her eyes, as pale as her brother’s had been, scanned the sorting room. The heavy doors closed behind her with a soft fwump. The skirt she wore was a light green, and the jacket was of a green deeper than a thousand crushed emeralds. Her necklace was exquisite, having cost two very fine men their lives. At times, she wore it as a tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, she wore it because it went well with the skirt.

China walked to the desk at the far end of the room, situated below the large arched windows that overlooked the lush grounds of the castle. When she sat down in the chair the quill, having been unanimated next to a scruffy piece of parchment, became animated, standing at attention on its gold-point. China eyed it. A small smile graced her lips. She noticed that as she leant in to read the parchment, the quill was slowly turning clockwise on the desktop, grinding into the grain. Curious, she thought.

At the parchment’s top it explained that any verbal answers would be written down by the quill. The addendum and questions were all written in the elegant, Edwardian script. She was intrigued. She read on.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __China Sorrows__
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __China Sorrows__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __China Sorrows__.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __China Sorrows__"

Current Location: Sorting Room

consultingdetec.livejournal.com

(ooc: I cannot BELIEVE no one has tried this before me. Perhaps, because it is such a daunting task . . . ah, well, I'll give it my best shot as someone already claimed Turlough I have no choice.) ( This seems like a good distraction from the monotony of life . . . )

Current Location: 221B Baker Street

ticketyhare.livejournal.com

The large doors to the Sorting Room opened and in stumbled a frazzled hare in a waistcoat. He was stressed to find no dining table or tea anywhere. He couldn’t smell the delectables of pancakes and muffins, of cookies and sugar, of dates and pudding. He took out his pocket watch, staring at the hands. He moved in to sniff the glass face mutter about the hands staying at 13 o’clock. He stashed away the pocket watch, and surveyed the room around him.

In his own mind he could see arrows pointing towards a table. With each arrow he looked over, the signs adopted a more aggressive exclamation. Finding no other course but to follow the arrows’ advice, he hopped over to the desk that the largest of the arrows was pointing down too. Once by it he found the chair oddly large. He jumped up and his head was only just visible over the desk.

Then he spied the quill moving without a hand as direction…

( Allow me to elucidate. )
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____March Hare________
I have read the

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____March Hare_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____March Hare______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______March Hare_______

mio-remaining.livejournal.com

Mio had taken to drinking something called energy drinks sometimes to keep awake. Sure, sometimes they made her a bit jittery, but it was better than the alternate: fall asleep, dream more, have...whatever this is on her body spread further.

Besides, she needed to stay awake today. She was making food. Specifically, with the help of a house elf, she was going to make a small chocolate cake for Lezard, since Valentine's Day was tomorrow. Just a small one, to be polite. Not because she had a thing for him. Nope.

Anyway. Kitchen. Cake. Mio. Slight mess. But it's all good.

braveexplorer.livejournal.com

Coraline's Secret Santa present had been a lot more surprising than she expected. The baby Acromantula was currently living in a box in her room, being fed by very nervous house elves. Coraline had named her Berry, in the vague hope that giving her a name would make her seem more like a pet and less like a really big spider. It wasn't helping much.

The library had not provided useful advice. The only book Coraline had found with any reference to keeping Acromantulas as pets said 'don't even think about it', and while she privately agreed, it was far too late for that now. So she decided to ask on the compy network instead. Surely someone would know something helpful.

It wasn't a long post. Coraline's written vocabulary was still smaller than her spoken one, and she gave up on spelling 'Acromantula' after the fifth attempt.

Does anyone know how to look after giant spiders?

Signed, Coraline Jones

hopalongmcgurk.livejournal.com

((Backdated to yesterday.))

Even though for the past few years, I haven't really had anyone to celebrate the holidays with, on Thanksgiving Day I realize I kind of miss the old ritual. Eat lots of food until you're stuffed, watch a football game, go to Black Friday sales the next day.

Only one of these things is likely to happen at Hogwarts. I find some house elves and threaten, cajole and beg them for help. In the end, they agree to provide a typical Thanksgiving meal for the whole school.

The spread is impressive. Several turkeys have been cooked to perfection. There's also ham, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, stuffing, hot rolls, cranberry sauce, pumpkin and pecan pies, a rellish tray, and something I did not order. One section of the large spread consists of jello salads. There's one that's green with crushed pineapples in it. There's one with grated carrots and cellery. There's an inocuous-looking one with marshmallows, and finally, there's a Waldorf salad, which doesn't contain jello but looks kind of suspect to me.

I hear the house elves tittering to each other as they finish setting things up, and I consider interrogating them about which of the food they've doctored, because I know they have. Then I shrug it off, figuring it wouldn't be a Hogwarts party unless there was enchanted food involved.

The doors to the Great Hall are now standing open, and I wait to see if anyone shows up.

((This post was inspired by my grandmother and her Midwestern propensity to make bizarre jello concoctions for every holiday, which is why this year she was in charge of decorations. Of course, the jello salads are enchanted, and, as with all chocolate plots, the manner of enchantment is up to each mun. Go to town and happy holidays!))

Current Mood: productive

iam-beowulf.livejournal.com

TO BRIENNE OF TARTH:

GREETINGS, WARRIOR MAIDEN. YOUR FELLOW PREFECT, I WHO AM BEOWULF, SALUTE YOU. HARD TIMES HAVE FALLEN UPON THIS SCHOOL. 'TIS PREY TO A FELL MONSTER.

GRYFFINDORS ARE CALLED TO ACTION! WE MUST MOBILIZE OUR FORCES, SUCH AS THEY ARE. I AM GOADED IN MY DUTY, YEA, THOUGH I FEAR FOR MY BELOVED PYARAY, MY BELOVED TAKO, AND MY BELOVED SACK JOE. SACK JOE MOST OF ALL, FOR HE IS TENDER OF SKIN AND FEARFUL OF HEART.

THIS BOY KEENAN CAINE INVOKES US IN OUR PREFECTLY MIGHT. COME TO MEET ME IN THE PLACE OF EXERCISE EQUIPMENT AND OCCASIONAL CRUMPETS.

BEOWULF

To random Gryffindors, whomever the house elves can find:

YOUR PREFECTS SUMMON YOU TO BATTLE AGAINST THE BABY SUN! MEET IN THE COMMON ROOM! I AM BEOWULF!

He just had to add the tagline in there.

Later, he directed a house elf to make an addition:

There will be Kool-Aid. Orange flavor, red flavor, green flavor. It's here to kill your monster.

mixedup-pup.livejournal.com

A soft coalescence of heavenly blue light made itself happen in the Sorting Room. It stirred into a cloud, a shape, a body... a dog. A mangy, flea bitten mutt that could have been part german shepherd somewhere down the line, but was all mutt from the tip of one gnawed ear to the bottoms of his dirty paws.

Charlie B. Barkin, formerly alive, dead, alive and dead again, dropped from the blue, sparkling cloud in an undignified heap with all the grace allotted his species, which was to say none.

"One place this ain't is Heaven," Charlie muttered, picking himself off the floor with a pained grunt. He didn't remember there being cold stone floors in Heaven. Or stone walls, or anything that wasn't pink clouds, stars, halos and clocks.

So maybe (definitely) he wasn't going back after all. Hell, all of that pretty blue light and the "come home, Charlie" and the sparkles... Never trust a whippet. Heck, never trust a damn dead dog about anything. especially ones that could dance.

Sure, he'd died for Anne-Marie (and Itchy. God bless him, never forget Itchy) and he'd do it all over again if he was asked to. But he figured if this is where someone who nobly sacrificed his life to be a Good Dog and do the things that Good Dogs did ended up, well... he didn't want it anyway. Not that he had a choice.

Well, he'd dealt with worse. And if the worst this place (wherever this place was) could throw at him was a floating pansy pen, then he'd take here over New Orleans any day. Better than getting shot at by Flash Gordon rayguns or being nearly-eaten by foppish, gigantic sewer gators. Nothing, he was sure, could beat that.

He sniffed at the quill and parchment topped table, wishing for nothing more at that moment than a stiff drink.

( What's a dog gotta do to get a drink in this joint? )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______Charlie B.______
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Charlie B.______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____Charlie B.______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______Charlie B._______"

tallyhopippip.livejournal.com

"OOF!" said George as he fell to the floor. He picked his head up and looked around. "Well, this is different. I don't think this is Belgium at all! And I seem to be covered in butter!" George sat up and looked at himself.

"Well, might as well not let the butter go to waste!" he said cheerfully as he began licking the butter off his hands.

Yes, the British Army's favorite idiot, Lieutenant the Honourable George Colthurst St. Bartleigh had unpopped and is oblivious as ever.

[[OOC: As it's likely he died, let the shinigami eyes show this.]]

[[EDIT: Edited cause apparently George actually was stationed in Belgium, not France]]

pasta-freak.livejournal.com

Feciano Vargas, or Italy as he usually went by walked into the Sorting Room with confusion. One minute he was at Germany's house, the next he was...here. Well, whatever 'here' was.

"Germany? Japan?" he called out, scared. This place was strange to him, his friends weren't here and he wanted some pasta.

The newcomer wore a blue military uniform with a black shirt and blue tie. His baggy blue pants were tucked into his black boots. He ran his hand through his auburn hair as he scanned the room nervously with his brown eyes. He spotted a desk with a pile of papers on it and walked over to it.

He picked up one of the applications and started answering the questions.
( Marukaite Chikyuu... )

Proud with his answers, Italy put his application on the desk. A few more blank applications fell off the desk and onto the floor. Italy picked them up off the floor and put them on the desk. Leaving the desk in a messier state than it was when he first saw it.

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __N_Italy__
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __N_Italy__
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __N_Italy__
One day, ~~marmalade~~ ~~pasta~~ MARMALADE will rule the world. __N_Italy__

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Marukaite Chikyuu

serrulata.livejournal.com

Summer was nearing it's dying days, and it was time to prepare the greenhouses for autumn. Technically it was a little early, but having seven greenhouses to tend instead of just the one, it was a good idea not to let himself be idle. Besides, it meant he could wrangle interest from more students, and torture A with more plantlore.

Outside the inner and outer entrances to the greenhouse, he posted a sign reading:

OPEN

Greenhouses are being prepped for autumn planting and transfers.

Student-run flowerbeds are now available in Greenhouse Two. Come in early to stake your table.

That done, he sent an owl to his student:

A,

It's close to time for greenhouse transfers. Stop by when you have the time for a lesson.

-Kurama

stickyseabitch.livejournal.com

With a wet, drawn out squelch, Ursula entered the sorting room. "The travel arrangements leave something to be desired," she groused. The room was empty except for the table and quill, and that simply wouldn't do.

"You there! Ugly!" she cried, snapping her fingers at a house elf passing by. "I want some shrimp, raw, and something to sit in. Do you want me to dry up?" She could survive out of water, but dehydration lead to wrinkles. The house elf went off to find the biggest kiddie pool ever, and Ursula settled her tentacles under herself and read the application over.

( I don't sign anything unless it's been vetted by a lawyer. Are there any sharks here? )

omg-sunflora.livejournal.com

Sunflora spent so long under the table she ended up falling asleep. When she woke up with an "oh my gosh!" (and hitting her head), it was the next day.

Crawling out from under the table, Sunflora decided that the Shoggies were not coming after her, and probably got voted Squib. She was still a bit sleepy, so she asked the house elf for some marmalade on bread, paper, and crayons so she could draw pretty pictures, a request the house elf gladly gave since it was simple and she thanked them.

So Sunflora's now eating in the Great Hall and drawing pictures of her friends. (Both human and Pokemon, in case you're wondering)

pixie-jenks.livejournal.com

There was a shifting among the giant kernels of popcorn. A single large kernel appeared in the corridor and popped with a rather loud bang. Instead of a normal-sized human, a pixie about the size of a large dragonfly appeared out of the resulting mess. A very handsome, but grumbling and butter-sodden pixie.

“Tink’s undies, where in the Turn am I now?” he muttered, wiping the butter out of his blonde hair and the grains of salt off his tunic. Jenks stood up and regarded his wings. “Oh gross, it’s gonna take forever to clean those off!” he moaned."Rachel if this is your idea of a joke, I will pix you for a week!"

Satisfied that he had shaken off enough of the oily residue to take off, Jenks zipped about the corridor, his wings clattering loudly and leaving a trail of brightly colored dust in his wake, a sure sign of his annoyance. When he had cleared his nose of the overpowering smell of butter, Jenks sniffed the air. He knew this place!

Right, right. The magical school in.. whereverhewas. He pulled a tiny bandana with the crest “Gryffindor” embroidered on it out of his belt and mopped his face off. He didn’t smell fairies, which was good, but he did smell all manner of strange creature. The magic felt off somehow, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Wait.. did he smell elves?

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: popcorn room

likeabadpenny.livejournal.com

((Here comes Sockfest 07. May someone save our souls, and the kittens.))

( Clean shirt, new shoes/ And I don't know where I'm going to/ Silk suit, black tie/ I don't need a reason why/ They come runnin' just as fast as they can/ Cause every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man./ Gold watch, diamond ring/ I ain't missin' a single thing/ And cufflinks, stick pin/ When I step out I'm gonna do you in/ They come runnin' just as fast as they can/ Cause every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man. )

Current Location: Tent 31
Current Music: "Sharp Dressed Man" - ZZ Top

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The Giftening!

Application for Brendan from The Secret of Kells

Application: Mike Warner, Walkyverse comics

Jumping Time (Open RP, Eleventh Doctor)

Application for Molasses Cat (Squibbait)

Applicant: China Sorrows (Derek Landy's 'Skulduggery Pleasant', series)

Application: Sherlock Holmes - The Works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Application (The March Hare - Alice in Wonderland)

[Open RP] Cooking Mio

not just for Christmas ((compy post))

[Open RP] Thanksgiving Dinner and chocolate madness!

owl to Brienne of Tarth; house-elf deliveries to random unfortunate Gryffindors

Application for Charlie B. Barkin (All Dogs Go To Heaven)

The Unpopping of George St. Bartleigh

Application for Feliciano Vargas/N. Italy (Axis Powers Hetalia)

Owls in the Greenhouse ((Owl, Open RP))

Application for Ursula: The Little Mermaid

[Open RP] Sunflora the Artist

Unpopping a Pixie! ((open rp, Jenks - the Rachel Morgan series))

Closed RP: A Nice, Mature, Sociable Dinner Party. ...Right?