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misoramassacre.livejournal.com

Hey all,

I've come to realize that my general lack of RP can no longer be excused by college mayhem, imploding computers, etc. Therefore I thought I'd better formalize the de facto state of things. I hope to be coming back sometime for another helping of awesome crack, but right now I'm just not feeling it.

So: popping Jezz, Naomi, Selvetarm, and Gustav. All journals adoptable.

Thank you to all the excellent people here. It's been great.

Toby

mordredeschain.livejournal.com

There is the sound of bells

(like and unlike todash chimes, do ya kennit?)

and a sickly-looking, horrifically thin young man is standing in the Sorting Hall.

He frowns. "What goes on here, sais? Tis not the sort of place I would expect, in the Clearing at the end of the Path.

"But then, I suppose it would be foolish to expect sense from this life. It's never offered much before!"

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

Mordred Deschain of Thunderclap, son of Roland Deschain o' Gilead-as-was, Mia's Chap, Ram Abbalah Can, Dan-Tete, Little Red King, Crown Prince of Spiders.

everythinguever.livejournal.com

((How do we not have a Dr. Horrible yet? I've looked a dozen times, and I'm still convinced I'm just missing his name somehow.))

He was the youngest member of the illustrious Evil League of Evil. He was possibly the most feared supervillain in the world, next to Bad Horse, or course. (At least until the novelty wore off.) He was a great mad scientist. He was an evil genuis. He was...standing in a room he had never seen before and was reasonably sure was not part of the ELE Headquarters.

And there was some kind of application. Perhaps this was some newbie test they gave. Or a weird sort of hazing. Did the ELE go for hazing? That couldn't be; they were far too enlighted for such silly things.

Besides. The quill was floating. That was classy.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

righteous-pen.livejournal.com

After the disaster in Hogsmeade and the meeting with his God, Mikami had barely left his room for over a fortnight. The house elves had agreed to bring his food there (although some of them were still unhappy with him for lasering parts of the Great Hall), and he'd taken some books from the library on his way back from Slytherin. Most of them were first-year level spell books, but there were a couple of extremely thick volumes on wizarding law. Those also made good makeshift weights. He still hadn't found a gym anywhere.

He had to keep working, keep learning. There had to be something he could do for Kira, even here, even now. Something to atone for his failure, to make things right again. He'd been letting things slide, and this was the result, but it wasn't too late. The end hadn't come yet. It had for Near, but not for Light Yagami, and God was the only one who mattered. Surely that future could be changed.

(If not, then he'd destroyed everything. He couldn't afford to let himself think of that.)

But there was a downside to constant studying. He'd run out of books a lot sooner than expected. So now, a slightly pale, withdrawn Mikami was in the library, counting the number of pages in the textbooks and occasionally weighing two against each other.

~~Feel free to talk to him. He needs the distraction, poor thing.~~

biblerewrite.livejournal.com

River found herself in the not unfamiliar state of being utterly disoriented.

This is not logical; there is not enough butter on Serenity to bathe in.
And yet, to spite the illogical bend of the situation, here she was, covered in butter. Did they even have butter?

And, surrounded by popcorn.
There is not enough popcorn on Serenity to fill a room.
This was a highly illogical situation. A distressing one.

"Simon?" she called out, tentatively. She didn't expect an answer. That... was far more distressing than the popcorn.
Don't be irrational, she thought. It was sound advice.
"Simon?!" She called again, louder. Of course, no answer, but she was allowed to be irrational once in a while. But only for a few seconds. If Simon wasn't here, he was obviously elsewhere, so elsewhere she would go. She stepped out of the popcorn room, and dripped down the unfamiliar hallway.

Current Mood: Delirious

swap-minds4fun.livejournal.com

[[Backdated to a couple hours after mindswapping. Mainly to cover ass and maybe give Mentok detention.]]

Mentok had watched the proceedings with no small amount of enjoyment, but yeah. If they all start to get away he'll never put things right.

He poofed in the middle of the Great Hall, complete with purple smoke.

"One, two, three, mindswap!"

And all the minds were (hopefully) put back into their proper bodies.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is mindtaking!"

papayagami.livejournal.com

Bullets going through him.

A grin juxtaposed on a sorrowful face (but was it really sorrow?).

Light calmly writing something down.

His name. In the Death Note.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

For some nights now, Soichiro's been having nightmares along those lines. And he would wake up and toss and turn trying to go back to sleep only to wake up a few hours later from the same thing.

He's beginning to wonder if he's starting to lose his mind. Being murdered-and highly suspecting that your son did it-would do that. And tonight, the room is just too stuffy.

Which is why he's prowling Hogwarts late at night in pajama bottoms, wizarding robes and slippers.

i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com

It was exciting, exploring the internet on the computer Matt had given him, but Einstein and Schrodinger tended to get bored within the confines of A's small room, especially when A wasn't paying attention to them.

Their protests eventually got through to A, and he took them to the Great Hall, where they would have plenty of room to frolic, and little treats could be nicked from the table for them. That made him realize he was hungry as well.

Which is why A is sipping from enormous glass of grape juice and eating a roast beef sandwich, watching his young cats frisk and play.

ijk-mno.livejournal.com

L is sitting crouched, on an armchair in the Ravenclaw common room, balancing a book in front of him and a cup of now-cold tea on the arm rest next to him. He's keeping an eye out for anyone on the list of 'people I should probably get around to talking to at some point,' but he's also tired enough that procrastination is looking better and better.

He's also distracted enough that he forgets about the tea for a moment, catches it with his elbow, and knocks it off. The china shatters on the floor and the detective pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment, irritated with himself. He climbs to his feet, and then bends to begin picking up the pieces.

[and the L-Matt thread is NSFW]

i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com

It was a lovely day, really.

Even if the weather had been less than ideal, A would have gone to the garden. The plants needed to be tended, after all, and right now he's kneeling by the catnip bed, pulling out the few weeds that have dared to encroach on his territories.

Now that he has a computer with an internet connection, A is Discovering music, and he's singing, very badly, as he weeds.

"Everyday seems a little longer
Every way love's a little stronger
Come what may
Do you ever long for, true love from me"

He can't carry a tune, but there's an odd hiccuping tone to his voice that's a clear attempt to mimic Buddy Holly.

notaperfectten.livejournal.com

The Doctor was wandering. He did that a lot. He was also thinking. Something he did a lot of too. He wondered if everyone he knew that had been here was now popcorn. He wasn't so keen on the idea of Rose being popcorn, or really anyone he knew. To add to the strangeness of the place there was also that Jack Harkness was teaching. He headed to the library to see what books he could read, or at least he could look up something useful in the ongoing search for the Tardis.

So Doctor with books, happy to be distracted.

jezzthespoon.livejournal.com

The day was sunny, but not excessively so. Jezz, emerging from a period of study (including a tangent on local varieties of feeblemind), decided it was a perfect opportunity to further acclimate himself to daylight. He’d had daylight exposure back home, but it was usually filtered by the trees of Cormanthor, which was comfortable but had its limitations so far as getting used to all-out light went. Opportunities for sunbathing without being assaulted by Dalesfolk were limited.

One visit to the kitchens later, Jezz found a location well in the sun, but not too far from a patch of shade. Now he stretched out on a red-and-white-checkered cloth, wicker picnic basket and small stack of books at his side, wand in hand, practicing Alohomora on a set of various padlocks.

Meanwhile, a green viper explored the surrounding grass and a young raven broke into the basket and got an early start on lunch.

Current Mood: relaxed
Current Location: The grounds

hobbitwithaplan.livejournal.com

The door of the Sorting Room opens, and what looks like a small, curly-headed child walks in, holding a pipe. Only, rather than a small child, the figure is instead rather a tall hobbit; and in taking in the proportions of the room he finds himself in, he looks perhaps understandably confused.

Still, he is well-versed in travel, and more used to Mannish structures than most hobbits would be. It only takes a few moments for him to find the application parchment, which he fills out with growing curiosity - occasionally looking up, still alert for his errant cousin or some other inhabitant of his sprawling, underground mansion.

( Pippin...? )

((OOC: I'm taking Merry from book-canon, just after the Scouring of the Shire. So he does have a silly, irresponsible side, it's just... not as blatant as movieverse!Merry's.))

i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com

While A, as a general rule, is content to stay in his room, Schrodinger is a growing kitten, and always eager to explore and play. A's room is small, and even a tiny kitten seems to need space, so A has taken her to the Great Hall, where there is space for her to frolic.

Killing two birds with one stone, he's found a large downy feather, and is practicing Wingardium Leviosa, exercising his nascent magical skills and giving Schrodinger something to chase at the same time.

( Kitten! )

Current Location: The Great Hall

callmewednesday.livejournal.com

Mr. Wednesday knows full well that the kind of magic he does is a magic that can't be taught. There will be no field trip to Mimir's Well at the base of Yggdrasill. For one thing, few students are likely to sign a waiver stating they forfeit an eye or a limb or some other body part for the sake of wisdom. Nor does Wednesday believe that the Wizarding Examinations Authority would approve the task of hanging on the World Tree for nine days and nine nights, even if the students could survive it (the no-kill rule being no help with the World Tree located off Hogwarts grounds, naturally).

The kind of magic Wednesday does is a magic he alone can use to its fullest extent.

Nonetheless, he can share with them some basic facts. He can show them the letter-forms, teach them to carve and to color the letters known in his own language as secret. He can teach them the names of the letters.

It'll be a little like kindergarten.

( ~Now I know my F-U-THs! Tell me what you think of me!~ )

There is a stack of parchment and a pile of spare quills as well as some pots of ink on the table at the head of the classroom. It seems Wednesday felt his students might not remember to bring their own.

"You may begin your communal efforts." Wednesday almost smirks when he says it. The idea of groupwork amuses him.

(( OOC: First off, the link to the PBS site contains a script that, if you plug in a name, will generate that name in runes. Easy. Just remember to disable NoScript if you have that Firefox plug-in, or it won't work. ;) Second, those of you with characters who'd ICly read Wednesday's optional article on runic magic may consider the character to have read it without having OOCly done so. Third, if you have any questions OOCly, feel free to ping me; if you have questions ICly, please note in the subject line of your comment that you'd like Wednesday to answer. Otherwise I'll assume you're playing amongst yourselves.

The characters who signed up for Runes are listed here, but characters who didn't sign up are still welcome to attend.))

margrat.livejournal.com

Gustav remembered what he'd been told about White Day in the nick of time - or perhaps, considering the amount of scrambling that ensued, sometime past the nick. He had no idea of the going rates and nearly cleaned himself out of money (including the two gold coins he'd gotten for a Sorting bribe months ago) to get some chocolate from a smirky man with a limp - called himself a "drow" - who left Gustav suspecting, somewhat belatedly, that he'd been had. Once more.

Anyway...

( Owl to Tomo Takino, unwarded, with three bars of chocolate )

wolfram-jyari.livejournal.com

The Christmas Disaster left Wolfram without his present and his revenge, but it did leave him with a mission. And although technically the Maou requested it was Wolfram who must hand-out curry to the students at Hogwarts, Wolfram had been the only person around to hear it. So, naturally, he made Yuuri help him too.

Wolfram had not relished the idea of cooking for the school populace, which was mostly comprised of wax-tongued humans who would most likely not appreciate it. But with the school population being suddenly depleted, the blond felt much more encouraged about the level of labor facing him. After waking Yuuri up for the early hour (how could it be comfortable sleeping halfway on the floor, with only your arm tangled in the covers? Wolfram would never understand his fiancé) he marched over to the kitchen to start fixing curry. He had been taught by Jennifer-san herself, so naturally he would be an expert!

After the third (minor) explosion, Yuuri’s distressed expression led the House Elves to offer a helping hand. Thus, Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld turned back from the green pepper he was grating to discover he was much further along then he had thought. In fact, he was finished!

And to think, chefs wanted to be paid.

( Maou Curry for the NOT Homeless, BUT Displaced (Will Not Contain Maou) )

hcolleen.livejournal.com

(Let us bring back the dead!)

That white haired ape has been here. You can't tell me otherwise. I see his toys over there in the corner. He's probably told you nothing about me. He thinks I'm beneath him, but I will prove to you and everyone else just who should have been L's successor. What is this? Application? What kind of nonsense is this? Well, if he succeeded, then so will I! I open the envelope

( This can't be serious. )

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

The thread with Near isn't exactly worksafe...you were warned...

callmewednesday.livejournal.com

Mr. Wednesday had been deemed a Ravenclaw. This was only right and proper. Huginn and Muninn ought to be around here someplace.

He found the Ravenclaw bar satisfactory. The adjoining laboratory gave him an occasional case of the willies, however. It wasn't that he minded the sight of people performing dissections while he drank. Wednesday wasn't what you'd call squeamish. No, it was the panoply of modern technological paraphernalia that went along with the whole operation.

So he'd moseyed on down to Slytherin house to have a drink somewhere a little more old-fashioned. The Little Green Apple didn't seem to care what house you were in, and the only password you needed was a thirst for something -- drink, drugs, experience, curiosity. Didn't really matter what. That was fine by Wednesday too.

No booth for him. He sat at the bar, enjoying with systematic relish a series of shots of Jack Daniel's (yes, there was an apostrophe, and those who'd forgotten the memory of Jasper Newton Daniel were just ungrateful bastards, that was what; though forgetfulness was a plague over the West, and Wednesday wasn't in the least surprised). He enjoyed having a body again. He enjoyed being able to drink anything at all. Time was, he might even have relished a glass of evil, vile fucking mead, if that'd mean he could taste it and hold the liquor in something like a stomach.

If he had private business that would have been the time for a booth. Not now. Right now, Mr. Wednesday sat at the bar because he was approachable. He liked a good palaver.

pimpdrow.livejournal.com

Jarlaxle Baenre never settled into a place for too long unless he had learned a few details first. Cross dimensional information gathering was a bit trickier, but Kimmuriel's dimension door could be coaxed with the right coin and some new psi stones. The name of this place had gone over the planes, so it was hardly unknown to him when he slipped into Hogsmeade, Agatha's mask making him look like just another wizard as he listened in on conversations and gleaned information. Finding a few house elves too was even better, turns out they can be easily bribed with clothes. Some of the freed house elves in Hogsmeade were now very well dressed. It was how he got his information on Hogwarts and a cheat sheet on the parts of the application informing him of things not commonly found in Faerun.

At last his moment was right to finally set foot into the place. Artemis had already abandoned him in Memnon, Athrogate was catching up on old times, Kimmuriel was grumbling less about his position; it was time to do a bit more exploring.

A pair of high boots clicked loudly over the stones into the sorting room. A black-skinned elf of five and a half feet tall walked in wearing a cape of swirling rainbow colors and a large, purple hat with a large plume. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, though switched it to his other eye a moment later while checking over the room, showing both his eyes were healthy. He was tempted to wear his favorite vest, though a little more tact was needed here so he wore a white, flouncy swordsman's shirt with an embroidered black vest.

He walked with an air of nobility as he approached the table and picked up the quill.

( Musings of a Mercenary )

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

Current Mood: accomplished

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[OOC] It's not you, it's me

Mordred Deschain, The Dark Tower

Application for Dr. Horrible from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

Re-emerging (open RP)

The Unpopping of River Tam

[Open RP] Mentok puts things right.

[Open RP] Plagued by nightmares...

::Open RP - A and kitties in the Great Hall::

Open RP: Tea in the Ravenclaw Common Room

::Open RP - A's Garden::

Open rp in the library

Open RP - Daylight Adaptation

Application for Meriadoc Brandybuck, Lord of the Rings

::Open RP: Kitten-Smitten::

Ancient Runes class is held

Half-sock and owl to Tomo

Open RP: Free Yuuri Curry!

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open RP in the Little Green Apple: Mr. Wednesday feels convivial.

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