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Methos wasn't sure when he had decided to start marking his birthdays on the new year. It may have been in Rome, or while he was living in Athens, he couldn't remember exactly; but it made it easier to count the years as they passed.

Today he turned five thousand two hundred and fifty seven.. or so.

It had been a supremely strange year, and given his age, that was saying something. He had gone on wild drinking binges with angels, met old friends he had thought long dead, and learned magic.

The immortal wasn't in much of a celebrating mood, so he headed out to walk near the Forbidden Forest. In a leather bag slung over his shoulder was a six pack of beer, a bottle of scotch and a bottle of old honeyed mead he begged off a house elf. He'd drink, toast in the new year, and another year past.

ancient-adam.livejournal.com

( Lee )

( Brienne )

( Igor )

( Dean Winchester )

( For Kurama )

( Eleventh Doctor )

((There are probably more I'm missing, but I can't quite figure out the right/clever gift or it's being done in an already ongoing thread))

grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com

Cards from Codex to:

( Francium. )

( Dieter. )

( Igor. )

( Nemo. )

( Marcus. )

( Sakon and Ukon. )

Gifts and such from Megan:

( Igor! )

( Sage and Rat! )

( Maddie! )

( Dean! )

( Rose! )

Valentine's presents:

( Baron Harkonnen. )

( Jasper. )

( Dethklok. )

( Professor Homsar. )

Not-presents from Lee:

( Methos. )

( Raistlin. )

( Castiel. )

Something confused from Sokka:

( Ty Lee? )

( Kurama and... Mr. Kurama? )

From Aayla, there are a bowl of fortune cookies under a tiny Christmas tree in the Gryffindor common room, with "Merry Christmas - From Aayla Secura" on the bowl. The fortune cookies are not cursed, drugged, or in any way tampered with--they just have happy messages inside.

From Santa Yoda:

( To R2-D2 and C-3P0: )

( To Rat: )

( To Tenel Ka: )

( To Coraline: )

( To Toki and the Shoggies: )

( To Dieter: )

((And because I think it's hilarious, the voices of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda from Star Wars: The Clone Wars did their own version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas this year. Obi-Wan, Cad Bane, and Ziro doing How The Grinch Stole Christmas last year was pretty fun, too!))

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

((Open to anyone else who happens to be on top of the Astronomy tower at dawn, or who wants to run into Cas on the way downstairs.))

---

( Castiel stood at the parapet of the Astronomy tower... )

ancient-adam.livejournal.com

It had taken Methos a bit longer than expected, but he did manage to procure two bottles of Falernian wine of a decent vintage. He sent a house elf off to deliver a message to the man.. alien.. whatever he was. The debt was a few centuries old, but he wasn't one to back out of an agreement.. most of the time.

An old house elf appeared at the door to the Master's room, holding a note.

There are two bottles, even a decent Austerum, as promised, over in Ravenclaw.
-M

ariemorytwo.livejournal.com

sequela@hogwarts.IntraNet.net posted:

Hello. How are you? I am new to Hogwarts and have some questions of the kind new people sometimes think and seldom have the opportunity to ask.

Do you like your House? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

Do you like Hogwarts? What is the best thing about it? What is your least favorite thing about it?

What is the funniest thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

What is the worst thing the Hat has ever done to you or a person you know?

Who is the handsomest man at Hogwarts? Who is the most beautiful woman?

Do you like cheese?

Thank you for your time.

Current Mood: amused

theregothedrums.livejournal.com

((The Master's video game preferences inspired by the wonderful Raven Aorla. Go read a few of her fics. The post will still be here when you get back, I promise!))

Even the Master needs a break from planning to take over the world, and video games were a welcome distraction. Once he'd found out about the computer room (Maddie had certainly been chatty, but in a far more useful manner than some human females) he'd sought it out right away, and had commandeered two of the systems. On one monitor, tiny computer sprites who worshiped him as a god were at war with each other, and on the other, a green scaly monster was rampaging through the complex city he'd spent the morning constructing. That was the most beautiful thing about building things up; getting to see them all come crashing down.

And, of course, playing video games required munchies. The box of truffles that lay so invitingly open on a nearby table otherwise occupied by... were those really dot matrix printers? had been quite tempting.

Really, too tempting. It wasn't until eating his third, which tasted of a fruit that had never set root in Earth soil, that he realized what a mistake he'd made. And by then it was far too late. Having been overcome by a rather giddy and voluble mood, he'd ignored one game and shut down the other in favor of the local intranet.

But you'll need to look to the comments to read what he had to say.

[[ETA: Yes, it's those sorts of chocolates. The ones that only the n00bs and the thrillseekers go near. Your choice of temporary magical effect!]]

timelady-susan.livejournal.com

There was a flash of light and a teenage girl with short dark hair suddenly appeared in the Sorting Room. “Oh!” she said, startled. “How strange! Where am I, exactly?” She saw the application and Dictaquill lying on the desk, and read it over. “This is all very strange,” she said, and was surprised to see that the quill was copying down her words. She watched it, enthralled. “I wonder how that works,” she said, as she began to answer the questions.
( Elucidate? That’s an interesting word choice. It means “explain,” doesn’t it? )
I have read the

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

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

Current Music: John Smith and the Common Men

ancient-adam.livejournal.com

((Intended for a few, open for anyone who wanders by!))

The decorations had finally been swept up, the cake cleared away and Kurama had at last escaped the birthday celebration inflicted upon him by the house elves. The Great Hall was deserted, save for one man seated at a long table. There were piles of books surrounding him and at least three dictaquills hovered expectantly nearby. Every few moments, the man would raise his head, aim his wand at the quill and mutter a charm. Sometimes the quill sprang to life, scratching on the paper. Most of the time it refused to move.

Giving a frustrated sigh, Methos reached for the beer at his right hand and took a deep drink. He stared at the quills thoughtfully – he had been working on the translation charms for weeks without much luck, but when you’re an immortal at a magical school, you have to find some way to pass the time.

serrulata.livejournal.com

_{((OOC: Backdated to the 22nd. Happy Birthday, Bad Fox! :D ))}

For all his efforts to the contrary, the school's congregation of House Elves had, once again, managed to trap him in the Great Hall with cake, party favors, and a stupid little party hat that one Elf kept trying to hang festively on one of his ears. He was amazed at his own restraint thus far, having only threatened an unforgivable curse on his pint-sized tormentors.

The cake, this time, was a multi-layered thing with more frosting, fondant, and sugar flowers than absolutely necessary. The candles numbered something in the hundreds, yet somehow the nuclear heat from their combined flames only melted the face of anyone nearby, leaving the cake itself unharmed. Sometimes, especially in cases like these, Kurama really hated magic.

Kurama waited at one table on the far end of the hall. All the exits were guarded by overly-cheerful elves soliciting passing students to come and celebrate with the "birthday thing." It was better than 'birthday boy,' but not by much.

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“And you’re sure that it’s the right size?”

Garak shot him an irritated look. “Of course it is. I’m not exactly an amateur at this sort of thing. And come to think of it, neither are you,” he said pointedly. Before Methos could get in a snarky reply, the Cardassian produced a small heavy box. “It’s done. It wasn’t easy, or cheap. Matters of fashion or more covert pursuits are more to my liking these days.”

A small drawstring bag full of coins thunked on the table between them, “That should more than cover your time, expense and noted sacrifice.”
He opened the box and admired the wrought silver framing the ruby. "Lovely."

( Owl to Brienne )

lion-in-white.livejournal.com

((Intended for a couple of specific characters, but I'm leaving the RP open in case anyone new would like to meet Jaime. Post edited to remove spoiler, but thread will likely contain them, so tell me if you mind being spoiled.))

Jaime misliked Hogwarts. He misliked the Sorting Hat and its coy hints. Whatever was in store for him, he'd prefer to face it head-on.

Given the nature of Hogwarts, he couldn't. He wasn't one to accept such inability, but in the end, he wasn't Tyrion. He was not the Lannister brother whose weapon was wit and cunning. He was the Lannister brother whose weapon was a sword. A sword he'd given away, at that.

This would be why he was sitting in the Little Green Apple, drinking. He was wearing his white cloak, grimy though it was. He wore it to remind himself who he was, or who he ought to be.

witchthaegan.livejournal.com

((OOC: Application has become NSFW. Heavy-duty smut inside.))

A storm was brewing over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was dark grey, angry and moving in fast. Blue lightning coursed through the cumulus. As the mass grew closer to the Hogwarts construct, the thunder clouds were reflected in the stained glass windows of the sorting room.

A face formed in the clouds, it glared at the castle and as soon as it appeared, it fell into the makings of the storm. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. From the heart of the storm a burst of golden hot lightning streaked across the grounds of Hogwarts, piercing the window and shattering its glass everywhere. The lightning rushed to meet the flagstone floor of the sorting room. House elves dived out the way as it crashed down, breaking the floor apart and sending brick, sand and debris into the air, to rain down on the scattering elves.

When the smoke dispersed a shapely figure stood in the crater. The storm outside started, the rain being brought into the sorting room by the harsh winds. The house elves picked themselves up off the floor, staring wide-eyed at the figure that caused half the destruction of the sorting room. The woman known as Sorceress Thaegan stepped out of the crevice, her black dress meeting the floor in inky tendrils of fabric. Her silver mane moved eerily as she stared down at the ugly creatures. Her skin was as green as glass, a reflection of her shielding spell that encased her form.

One brave house elf ran up to confront her. He poked a stringy finger at her and cursed her destructive entrance. Thaegan glared down at him, barring her fang-like canines in a snarl. She hiked her dress up and kicked the house elf in the chest, sending it sprawling.

Sorceress Thaegan prowled to the desk that held her application form, the house elves parted in her wake, some scurrying away. She smelt the stench of white magic in the castle, a source for the sealing of the large doors. It reminded her of the house she had trapped those three monstrous children in; the same sort of design was involved. She came to stand over the application, the quill quivered under her reproachful glower. She read.

( Allow me to elucidate... )

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

Current Location: Sorting Room

masteroftitans.livejournal.com

((WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS for Spartacus: Blood and Sand, season 1.))

A middle-aged man of unimpressive stature, dressed in the garments of a successful Roman and drenched in blood, appeared on the floor of the Sorting Room. After a moment, he stood up, looking around. There was supposed to be a river. And a ferryman. And a three-headed dog. But, there wasn't. There was only a strange room, without a trace of sand or blood anywhere. Except on his garments, which were drenched in it. His hand sought his neck as he took in his surroundings, lingering there a moment, and he frowned.

( Read more... )

bigredbernard.livejournal.com

If you see a man or very beefy woman with brown hair carrying around a basket of red beets or a wooden duck, and answers to the name 'Dwight', be careful. This person is not to be trusted.

12panelwonder.livejournal.com

( Owl from Matt to Fuuka )
( Owl from Fuuka to Matt )
( Owl from Matt to A, Mello, Near, L, and River. )

And finally, a compy post to the entire school.

If you see a man or woman with blond hair carrying around a basket of blue orbs or a sword, and answers to the name 'Apos', be careful. This person is not to be trusted, as he is an indestructible, murderous sadist.

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

future-tinman.livejournal.com

He knew he had to open his eyes, and he didn't want to.

Wasn't the point of dying that you got to close your eyes for good? "I'll sleep when I'm dead" and all that? Except that he'd been dead twice now, and it wasn't turning out to be the restful experience he'd thought it would be. The last time he'd woken up from eternal slumber had been a nightmare.

( You are an infiltration prototype. )

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

ancient-adam.livejournal.com

The immortal growled a curse, staring at the blank page of a journal. Was he avoiding the issue? Of course he was. She reminded him so much of MacLeod sometimes it made his chest ache. Honorable, honest to a fault, and as good and moral as the pure-fucking-driven-snow. Life was black and white, there were no shades of grey in their world.

Which meant that if Brienne learned about his past, she’d react the same way Mac did.

There would be no listening, no accepting the fact that it happened thousands of years ago. There would only be judgement, rebuke and desertion. If he was at home, she’d probably never find out. But in a place as unpredictable as Hogwarts, where a simple meal could have the most bizzare consequences.. it was only a matter of time.

Methos finished his beer and scratched out a warded note to send via owl.

Oly,

I need a few minutes of your time. Please keep this meeting between us.

-Methos.

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!))

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Birthdays and New Years ((Methos, open RP))

Gifts! Very late gifts

Gifts from Codex, Megan, Valentine, Lee, Sokka, Aayla, and Yoda

Christmas Morning (Semi-private, at least to start)

Master, meet Death. ((closed RP, Master, Methos))

compy post, open: Inquiring mind(s) want to know!

Compy and Chocolate... open to all!

Application for Susan Foreman (Oldschool Doctor Who)

Stubborn Quills ((open RP))

Those Meddling Bastards (Open RP, Great Hall)

A Gift ((Methos/Brienne closed rp))

cheer up, emo Jaime! (open RP)

Applicant: Sorceress Thaegan (Emily Rodda's 'Deltora Quest', saga)

Application: Quintus Lentulus Batiatus (Spartacus : Blood and Sand)

another compy post - anonymous!

[Owls, Sock, Compy Post] the catch all apos warning thread.

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

Application for Marcus Wright: Terminator Salvation

Worries about the past ((closed RP, Methos, Oly))

[Open RP] Thanksgiving Dinner and chocolate madness!

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