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circusfreak-tl.livejournal.com

(Checked out with Sokka-mun as per the rules.)
Ty Lee found herself, quite suddenly, in an unfamiliar room of gray stone. Well, this was no good! She'd just gotten out of prison! How was she supposed to be one of the Kyoshi warriors if she was spirited away to... well, to where ever this was? Ty Lee had been hanging around in her own clothes when she suddenly arrived here - those robes and facepaint got hot after a while - but she really was serious about joining them. She hoped they didn't take her sudden disappearance the wrong way.

Spotting the pedestal, Ty Lee crossed the room in a couple of quick handsprings - if there was any danger here, she'd better keep loose, and if there wasn't? Ty Lee never actually needed a reason to do a few handsprings. She perused the application briefly, and began to fill it out.
( Application? For what? )

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

herscatterheart.livejournal.com

Inside the castle, a table was set for a grand feast, and at the head of the table sat the most handsome prince imaginable. She sat down and ate the feast, but the food tasted like ashes. The prince's tongue flickered in and out of his mouth like a snake's tongue. Scatterheart shook her head.

'You're not my white bear,' she said, and left the castle.

❦

Hannah had found the Hogwarts layout ... confusing. She had become lost multiple times, even finding herself opening a door that held a massive three-headed dog, in a desperate attempt, she had tried shutting the door only to be grazed by a gnashing tooth. The house-elves had helped her to the Hospital Wing to get bandaged. It was an ugly thing, white gauze was around her upper arm with a growing spot of scarlet leaking through. She sighed. Hannah needed help.

One kind house-elf had ushered her to the Computer Lab, where she now sat in her Hufflepuff robes, staring at a white box with a black face. She stared at it as the house-elf explained technology and computers and the specific speed of the 'Internet'. Hannah had never felt so lost, or so stupid. It took a lot of patience and coaching from the house-elf but she finally managed to post a message to the Hogwarts server:

Hello,

My name is Hannah Cheshire; a new student and Hufflepuff. The grounds of Hogwarts have been utterly confusing, and very difficult. I humbly ask if any student would be willing to help me, to show my the grounds so I don't find myself in trouble -- again? I've already had a situation with a giant, three-headed canine, so please, will anyone help me?

I shall await anyone willing, in the Computer laboratory.

Current Location: Computer Lab

ringo-raver.livejournal.com

( Cut to spare f-lists )

ducklesspond.livejournal.com

((With the approval of the current Who Crew. Spoilers are inevitable.))

Amy Pond was getting used to abrupt arrivals in unfamiliar places, but this time was a bit disturbing. She didn't remember arriving here, and neither The Doctor, Rory, nor the TARDIS were anywhere in sight. The room had a disturbingly castle-y quality that reminded her unpleasantly of Venice.

"Hello?" she called out uncertainly, and was startled to see a quill pen lift of its own accord, taking down the word on a sheet of paper. Once she'd registered the mild surprise, however, she was delighted. What a charming device! Stepping closer to examine this wonder, she noticed the questions on the parchment.

( Hopefully this isn't a dream. )

I have read the

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

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

herscatterheart.livejournal.com

Once upon a time, there was a poor man who had a daughter. She was very beautiful, but she was selfish and vain, and her heart was as fickle as the changing winds. For this reason, she was known as Scatterheart...

❦

Hannah looked up to the greying sky, feeling the snowflakes as they melted against her cheek. Thomas caught her attention; he was pounding snow into a form, refining it until it resembled an animal they had once had a discussion of. ‘A kangaroo,’ she observed. Thomas’ eyes sparkled in response, he always got so passionate. The wind picked up and a snow crystal landed on her cheek, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again she was lying on a stone floor. She had been under an open glass window; snow was fluttering in, dancing on the winds, and landing on her form. Her fingers and cheeks burned from the cold, and her hair was flecked with snow crystals. She was still wearing her burgundy bustle gown, and pink shawl. Where was she? Disorientated, she rose.

( Scatterheart's father was a greedy man, so he told Scatterheart to accept the bear's offer. She realised that it might be quite nice to live in a castle and have beautiful dresses. So she agreed, and climbed onto the bear's back. As they travelled, the bear asked, 'Aren't you afraid?' No, she answered. )

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

❧

Current Location: Sorting Room

junotechsupport.livejournal.com

Warning: NSFW for torture and rape

Fuuka frowned. She had managed to get her hands on a laptop, but any effort she attempted to make with the outside world was blocked, and she couldn't hack her way around it.

It just took her back to the school's computer system.

It wasn't all bad, there were certain sites she could still access. She just can't find a way to email her friends. Or look up the events of January 31st.

Fuuka sighed as she shut down her computer. She was getting nowhere with this. Shrinking down the laptop to pocket size (that is one plus to magic), Fuuka asked the house elf for some lunch.

Well, it is lunch time, and she is hungry and already in the Great Hall.

bloodlettersson.livejournal.com

(ooc: V is taken from about halfway through Lover Unbound, just before he meets Jane. I don't think he'd survive long parted from Jane, so i'd rather not part them - again. :D)

V wasn’t as surprised as most people would be when they open their bedroom door and suddenly they aren’t in what should have been their bedroom. An expression of recognition passed over his face, quickly hidden as he turned to look over his shoulder. The door was closed, sealed tight, from the looks of it.

He turned back to the moderately empty room and rubbed the knuckles of his ungloved hand against his left temple, over the tattoo that creeped from his hairline to the corner of his eye. “Sorry cop, ZeroSum will have to wait for a while,” he muttered, then went to investigate his cage.

V was a big guy. He looked like a weightlifter, only his muscles weren’t the gym-made kind, nor was his height. V was a modern day warrior, and his attire backed it up. Dressed in black, with a trenchcoat covering most of his weapons but for the two black bladed daggers on his chest, he moved like a lurking panther. If one thought his gait was distinctly inhuman, they would be right.

He also looked like one guy you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley, and you’d be right for assuming so. Tattoos on his left hand and temple were warnings, (and other, hidden places) in the Old Language. He hated the fucking things, but they declared him as unsafe. It wasn’t common knowledge, but they’d been done without his consent. They’d caused him far too much shit in his life than was fair.

With one massive tattooed hand, he pulled the parchment of the application a little closer to himself, and his ice-blue eyes skimmed the questions briefly, before flicking back to the top of the parchment.

“A little more detail from my visions would have been nice, mother dearest,” he said, to himself, to his damned mother. At least he had something to think about before he went off to be his goddess mother’s walking sperm bank. Selfish bitch, he had no interest in being the Primale.

He answered the questions.

( What's doin'? )
I have read the

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

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

miranda-bnewski.livejournal.com

Characters: 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.

rat-bstrd.livejournal.com

The small young man paced back and forth in his cell. He'd already inspected everything in the room. The chair and the table could be used as weapons. If he stood beside the door long enough, he could hit whoever came in and escape. But if he did that, he still might not get out anyway. Better to patiently wait and listen to what they had to say, even if he lost the element of surprise.

Right now they were probably torturing Sage and would kill her and he'd never see her again and it was all his fault and they'd come and torture him too. He paced faster.

Even taking a test started to look better than sitting here doing nothing.

( Alright, I'll do this. )
"Well, see. If you have my sister and you haven't hurt her I'll go back to working for you. I won't track you down and kill you like an animal or anything." He checked his pockets "And I have lottery tickets." He waved the bundle. "Lottery tickets, right here."

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

((Rat, like Sage is an empath and an Influencer. He also has amazing waif-fu IC. If you're supernaturally fast or strong, you can beat him, no problem. If you're some kind of master ninja, you can beat him. If you're good at martial arts, he probably has a chance of at least landing a punch.

PB: Kitt Turtlington from the movie Gypsy 83))

patrick-mckenna.livejournal.com

((I am cheating and taking McKenna from way, way before any of the events of Angels and Demons, so there are no spoilers ~~or bits that made me want to tear my hair out.~~))

The newest member of Hogwarts was young for a priest, not even forty. Dressed in a flowing black cassock, he seemed like a silhouette save for the white clerical collar. The stone walls were definitely not the lush office he'd just left. "Hello?" he said in Italian, then again in English, with an Irish accent.

Patrick McKenna took a few deep breaths. He had no idea where he was, or what had just happened, but he was a man who could remain calm in a crisis. He had a quiet, reserved air, and even in his confusion he seemed solid and self-assured. McKenna had natural determination and Army training to thank for keeping him from panicking.

The only clue was a quill on a table. It was floating, and he noticed that it had written his words down. The quill hovered over a sheet of questions. Maybe in exchange for his answers, he could get some of his own.

( Ave Maria, gratia plena... )

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

sparklyvampire.livejournal.com

Edward... did not want to do this. He had managed to avoid Maia for a very long time, just the memory of her scent was enough to want him wish she'd never come near him again, and he'd done a good job in keeping both himself and Bella away.

And now Alice was here. She'd managed to make him agree to this by taking advantage of the fact that she was his favourite sister, and also through being extremely annoying for someone of that size. That it had been years since Edward's attack on Maia did not seem to discourage her, actually she'd said it was about time he talked to her now. If Maia was walking around frightened of him, thinking he might do it to others... Well, he knew he'd treated the girl badly. He'd felt he was justified in doing that back when they first met, but perhaps he hadn't been... He'd been so tired back then, tired of staying away from Bella, tired of trying to go on without her, that he hadn't really been focusing much on what was going on around him. He had overreacted, and not done the right thing. So he was going to apologize. Even though he really didn't want to.

Strange that Maia was in Gryffindor, though. He'd been so certain she was a Slytherin, but well, he was not living there himself anymore, but opted to stay in Hufflepuff with Bella. Maybe Maia was doing the same.

It was with some trepidation that Edward approached the door he'd been told was Maia's. It was strange though; nothing here smelled like he remembered her to smell. In fact this smelled... nice. He'd felt this scent before, although now it was mingled with something else, something sharper, but nonetheless appealing. It was... unexpected.

He knocked carefully, and frowned slightly. Something was not right.

Current Location: Gryffindor tower

hellminxmel.livejournal.com

Maia's feeling bitchy. What's new?

( Owl to Brice, love from anonymous )

( Owl to Lola, with a smiley face on pink notepaper )

( Owl to Mel, with a strong smell of leaking bleach )

( To Octavian, note written on flyleaf )

Happy fucking Hogmanay, people.

Current Mood: bitchy

ra-tilt-chimera.livejournal.com

Continued from this thread. Likely to end up NSFW.

( Funny how these things work out; they've both wanted something like this to happen for a while... )

Current Mood: horny
Current Location: Empty classroom

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

((WARNING: May turn explicit.))

Brice was still mooching. He was good at that. Smirking too. One of those was playing across his (biteable) lips at the moment, and the piercing, soul-scorching eyes were glittering as well, with the sinful ideas of angels. Because well, he was one, though the memory of that was a little fuzzy at the moment. He wanted to find some girls. One girl in particular. The gorgeous, the alluring, the constantly-getting-herself-into-trouble Melanie Beeby. She wanted him, he knew she did, and he was going to get her. Even if he had to kidnap her, tie her to a chair and walk around menacingly while calling her pet names, perhaps slowly drag his fingers over her neck. He'd whisper sexy things in her ear, brush his lips against her throat, perhaps remove his shirt and give her a good look of his impressive pectorals to make her swoon with his manly, manly ways.

And there would be sex. Because he was Brice. And he was sexy, and slightly evil. These were two things he was absolutely aware of, the only two things he was about. Which suited him just fine.

So he walked down the corridor, hands in his pockets (and considering how tight those jeans were, it was quite an impressive feat to get anything in there) and looking with intense, electrical eyes at the place. His black t-shirt clung to his chest and accentuated his muscles, and the leather jacket was... well, sexy. We did mention the sexiness, right? Because he was pretty much so full of it it was oozing (sexily) out of his ears.

Current Mood: sexy
Current Location: P.O. Box 1, Astral Plane, Hogwarts, Universe.

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

The Sorting Hat had been dabbling in way too many fringe philosophies. (Neo-Rosicrucianism? Really, Sorting Hat?) It seemed that puppet!Ron Weasley's name for it, Sorting Hat the Wise, had gone to the Hat's lack-of-visible-head.

On the morning of Dec. 13 (or was it the 14th?) the Hat's esoteric interests affected the school for the second time.

The first instance had been more than a year past, when the Hat took a cue from Rev. Sun Myung Moon and united most of the Hogwarts students in mass marriages. That had been a lengthy and concerted effort by the Hat and its house-elf minions, opposed vigorously by the wicked (or noble??) Kojiro. Kojiro's kidnapping of the Hat's bride had been something of a turning point for the headstrong headgear.

This new instance ... even Kojiro might be powerless to counter. And the Hat's agency would be difficult, if not impossible, to discern.

In a mighty magical working, the Hat projected many of the students ... to the astral plane, in their astral forms.

Astral Hogwarts resembled the real material Hogwarts (well, the Sorting Hat's version of material Hogwarts) very closely indeed. There were some dissimilarities: did Hogwarts, on the material plane, really sparkle so much? Were there so many rainbows in the sky, without a hint of rain to prompt their presence? Were there really pastel-colored unicorns frolicking on the grounds? Unicorns with hair made of cotton candy?

Could the students fly without brooms in material Hogwarts?

Other than that, it would be instantly recognizable as Hogwarts. The astral students would find nothing jarringly unfamiliar, being astral themselves. No disorientation, as there had been with the mass weddings; only a pleasant surprise, if they did happen to remember the absence of pastel unicorns and self-propelled flight.

Finally the Hat would have achieved paradise! Too bad not all the students could be brought into this happy realm. The Hat hadn't quite figured out how to bring everyone en masse. But many of them could be.

Including Kojiro, perhaps ...

(( OOC note: People are welcome to RP astral shenanigans here, or to start their own new posts for interactions of a closed variety. Please, if you embark on NSFW action, make a new post so that it can be lj-cut with appropriate warnings. ))

m-otherhen.livejournal.com

((Note: I'm playing M from the Casino Royale/Quantum of Solace continuity. I may borrow a few personal details from her stint in the Brosnan-Bonds - she mentions children in an aside in Goldeneye, for instance - but the events of those movies are NOT part of this M's canon.))

Lightning flashed, and a woman of late middle age appeared in the Sorting Room. She was tastefully dressed in a sensible black skirt suit with loose-cut jacket and white blouse, and unflashy but high-quality jewelry. Her white-grey hair was cropped to short spiky locks.

"Bloody hell," she murmured, looking around. "Can't be..." She roamed the Sorting Room, posture relaxed and casual, but her blue eyes were sharp as a hawk's, taking in every detail for possible use.

The frown lines on either side of her mouth deepened when she noticed the application forms, Dictaquill standing at the ready.
( When he said 'We have people everywhere,' I didn't think he meant it! )

"I have read the

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

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___M__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __M__.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __Not_ if_MI6_has_anything_to_say_about_it!__"

((This application has been approved by James Bond-mun and Vesper Lynd-mun (c'est moi). So we're good to go.))

Current Music: Jack White & Alicia Keys, "Another Way to Die"

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

((Sex abounds (FINALLY). You have been warned.))

( All down the line/ Fresh couples climbed abroad: the rest stood round;/ The last confetti and advice were thrown )

Current Music: The Whitsun Weddings

angelicbadboy.livejournal.com

( I thought one look at you / Looking like a dream come true / Would leave me speechless like you always do / But now we're wide awake / We've got some plans to make / Let's take some action, baby )

Current Mood: nervous
Current Location: Room of Requirement
Current Music: Serious – Legally Blonde soundtrack

nicknamegirl.livejournal.com

Lola was an angel with a mission. It was a simple mission, given to her by Brice, who was a bundle of nerves because he was popping the question tonight and had thought of a way of doing so. What Lola had to do was keep Mel busy for a few hours while Brice set things up. It was an easy enough task. They hadn't been shopping for ages. So Lola sent Mel an owl, knowing that Brice would fully encourage Mel going out. Perhaps a little too much, even.

Carita!
I don't know if you heard, but my beet-loving ex-husband is around again... (Help!) I think I need a break from the castle. Want to go shopping with me, pretty, pretty please? It's been so long and I bet you anything The Source has gotten lots of cool stuff in while we've been gone! Brice can manage without you for a few hours, I'm sure. =P Can you meet me by the castle gates like right now?

/Lollie xxxxxxxx

There. Should do it.

Current Mood: distracting
Current Music: Angel With An Attitude – The Ditty Bops

blond-bondshell.livejournal.com

James Bond entered the Sorting Room as if he had always meant to be there. It was possible that he had. MI6 had interest in a wide variety of subjects, and with the Ministry of Magic so heavily involved in Muggle politics, who was to say that the Muggles weren't keeping tabs of their own?

He was dressed as if he had just come from a decadent gala. The tuxedo was crisp and tailored, and his vodka martini was fresh. Bond set the drink down on the table and examined the application. He had been expecting some questioning when he arrived. However, he had been expecting questions that made sense.

( Not shaken, and not stirred. He was as cold and sharp as a diamond. )

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

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Application: Ty Lee (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Blinded by Science {Closed RP, Mel Beeby}

[Compy Post] The Butt Awards.

Application for Amelia Pond (Doctor Who)

Applicant: Hannah Cheshire (Lili Wilkinson's 'Scatterheart', novel)

[Open RP] No hack for you!

Application for Vishous (Black Dagger Brotherhood Series)

OOC Post: Vent to the Muns

Application: Rat Lord Vishnu's Love Handles (book)

Application for Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: Angels and Demons (film)

Closed RP: The Sparklepire and the Angel

Owls to Brice, Lola, Mel and Octavian: backdated to Hogmanay

[Closed RP, Astral Plane]

Closed RP: Mel and Brice on the Astral Plane.

Astral plane, activate! (HH anniversary plot, RP open to all)

Application: M (James Bond series)

Closed RP: Hey, it's not the 29th of February...or, why folk traditions can get stuffed

Closed RP: You're PROPOSING?! I thought you were breaking up with me!

Closed RP: How Many Angels Can Dance In A Shopping Mall?

Application for James Bond: Casino Royale