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derpy-hooves.livejournal.com

There were no mail boxes in hogwarts. There didn't need to be; that's what house elves and the Owlry were for.

However, the laws of magic and the laws of physics hadn't spoken since that one day at gravity's stag party, so there was, for now, a mail box in the sorting room.

A lavender-grey hoof protruded from the mail box. Followed by a head that made a passing, disinterested effort at looking equine. Then the rest of a creature that could only be described as something that a little girl with no practical knowledge of nature and a lifetime supply of non-threatening children's entertainment would imagine a pony would look like.

It was small. The size of a normal pony, though the resemblance pretty much ended there. The coloring, for one, and the coiffed mane and tail. Wings. A mark branded into the rump that looked very much like a cluster of bubbles.

And huge, bright eyes. Bright, slightly askew eyes.

( The mail box vanished, and Hogwarts would be asked to give a warm welcome to Dipsy Doo. )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: Derpy

charlesofdensen.livejournal.com

( From Ofdensen to Nathan )

( From Ofdensen to the other Dethboys )

( From Ofdensen to the Shoggies )

( From Ofdensen to Smaug )

( From Kaga to Yukimura and Kuronue )

( From Kaga to A )

( From Kaga to Kurama and Kusuriyuri )

( From Turlough to Eleventy )

( From Turlough to Nine )

( From Turlough to the Master )

( From Wishbone to anyone he considers a friend )

theregothedrums.livejournal.com

(follows directly from here.)

It had been a bit of a calculated risk, letting the Doctor tie him up. Well, what it had actually been was a rather reckless bit of self-indulgence, but one he could justify. The Doctor's mental state, whatever its source, was desperately compelling and not something he wanted to see go, any more than he currently wanted to revert. He needed the Master's help if he wanted to be able to feel like this again. Therefore, despite the fact that the Doctor was now perfectly capable of ignoring boundaries that he'd usually angst about even considering stepping over, the Master was... well, almost certain he'd be untied soon. Quite confident of it.

"There's one memory to help keep you fed," he murmured. "I think it's a good start."

fantastic-nine.livejournal.com

There was a soft pop as the Doctor apparated back into a hallway of Gryffindor. He was drained both physically and emotionally; the Master had seen to that. Given the late hour, he had hoped the House would have been quiet. He sensed him before he spoke, that odd sense of permanence.

"Doctor?"

"Hello Jack," his voice was soft, wearied.

( Read more... )

theregothedrums.livejournal.com

Doctor,

I'm sure you've noticed that your gung-ho boy Jack is on the premises. You might want to let him know he just doesn't have the talent to be a sexual predator; I'd never be able to let him down easy.

Do I really need to sign?

((ETA: NSFW!))

theregothedrums.livejournal.com

Well, things had been going acceptably. Even the fairly drastic situation with the truth-compelling chocolates and the Hogwarts intranet had been salvageable.

Therefore, he sauntered through the halls of Hogwarts at what might safely be considered an ungodly, singing a jaunty song with gusto. The kitchen was his planned destination, a snack was his objective. Perhaps he might be able to scare up a scotch egg. But that was only conjecture. And it gave him a completely innocuous reason to wander the halls at night, trying to decode the castle's mysteries.

fantastic-nine.livejournal.com

What theories you must have come up with to explain why I wouldn't lay my entire mind bare for you.

So long, so very long. While they grew stronger. Urging me on. And the universe, so ripe with worlds to conquer.

And when I did tell you, all you could believe it to be was my own madness.

If I had let you, then. If I had let you all the way in. Would we have heard the drums together? Oh, what a magnificent dance that would have been!

He could still see the words dancing before his eyes as he walked to Slytherin from the computer lab. There was never any need to ask, not really. He always knew where the Master was, it was simply a matter of listening. The Doctor knocked briskly before swinging the door open.

vislor-turlough.livejournal.com

Just....just what? The Master's here? And Gallifrey's gone?

rose-of-powell.livejournal.com

After her computer posts with "Carl Norman" Rose hurried back to her dormitory in a rage. The cool air calmed her, however, and she decided to do another thing first. She hurried to the owlery and quickly copied out two identical notes.

Doctor - There's this bloke called Carl Norman, and he's saying he's another Time Lord. He's mad as hell and sick and evil, and is there something we should do? ~~And can you just tell me the whole story about the Time War? I really need to know~~

~~Love,~~ Rose

After a few seconds of deliberation and crossing-out, she sent them off, and then returned to the room to sulk and rage by herself.

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

chasteasaknife.livejournal.com

And where was this place? No sooner had her family been reconciled, than they'd faced Antonio's wrath, that Vindici had dared brave the deeds that had increased that fickle lord's holdings. It took little imagination to guess at what fate awaited them, and yet she was here, in a room too drab for the Duke's liking even in a dungeon. Some oubliette of Antonio's, perhaps, were it not overlarge.

"Who's there?" she called out, mustering her nerve. If she were a captive, surely she would be guarded, and a guard might be loose-tongued enough to ease her fears, or worsen them. She paced the length and width of the room, approaching the desk with a peculiar sense of trepidation.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

rose-of-powell.livejournal.com

Somewhere in the maze of popcorn, there was a slight pop. One of the fluffy white pieces suddenly ceased to be particularly fluffy and white, and became a blonde girl, curled in a fetal position. She yawned and uncurled a bit, and then started, as she realized she was not, in fact, in a bed, or any other sort of sleeping apparatus, but laying on a hard cold floor, surrounded by giant pieces of popcorn.

The first thought that crossed Rose Tyler's mind was, Where am I? The second was When am I?

Her third thought was, Why am I in my skivvies and covered in some oily stuff?

Rose slowly uncurled and stood up, trying rub as much of the grease off as she could, though she didn't have much luck. She sniffed the back of her hand. It smelled of butter. She tried to remember how she'd gotten here. There'd been Bad Wolf Bay, the Doctor (don't think about that, no point in getting teary), and then... Vague memories of a castle danced in her mind, lurking just at the edge of her perception. This was a school of some sort, she remembered that much, but what little she could recall of it was not terribly reassuring.

"Well," she said aloud to no one in particular, "Better have a look around, at least. Get my bearings." Wrapping her arms around herself for both modesty and warmth, she began to carefully head for the exit, watching for any other signs of life.

Current Mood: confused
Current Location: The Popcorn Room

fantastic-nine.livejournal.com

((This started out as a one shot that wouldn't go away until I wrote it. If anyone wants to wander by, Nine won't shoo them off though!))

It was hardly a dignified position, he mused. The last of the Time Lords, sitting on the stone floor next to a glass case with a massive kernel of popcorn encased safely within it. He rested his elbows on his knees and realized that he really didn’t give a fig about dignity. He missed her.

Yes, he would eventually heal and move on – his future self was evidence of that – but he still felt old, broken and terribly brittle. The war had seen to that. Everything changed the first time she unleashed the full brilliance of her smile on him, leaving him stunned.

He had been a coward. He had loved her but he had been so afraid. So naturally, he waited until she was burning bright with the Time Vortex and one of them was doomed to die before he could do anything about it.

He tilted his head back, resting it against the glass.

theregothedrums.livejournal.com

((with the approval of the other Who muns))

He was...

He was in a slick heap on the floor, the smell of butter the first thing he consciously aware of. The smell. It was impossibly silent, an undreamed-of silence.

The Master, looking distinctly unmasterful in ragged, butter-drenched clothes, dragged himself from the room, pulling himself upright on the doorframe.

Silent, but for his breathing, and the butter dripping from him to the floor. His mouth felt greasy, and he spat to clear it. If only he could do the same to his mind! It was too quiet to think. He staggered into the hall.

He was...

He was alive. And that was all the starting point he'd ever needed.

The Master's laughter echoed down the stony corridor, echoing, folding in on itself. He was alive.

fantastic-nine.livejournal.com

((Cleared with the resident Who muns))

“Rose, before I go I just want to tell you.. you were fantastic, absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I.” And then there was Rose smiling and light and pain and being born and dying all in one agonizing, exhilarating moment as every cell in his body was destroyed and remade and it was all compressed into one single sensation. He was changing.. and he forgot just how much it hurt.

“So.. Barcelona..” he trailed off, shaking errant bits of time out of his mind. Regeneration always left him a little disoriented and.. and why was he laying flat on a stone floor? And covered in grease?

Well, one thing at a time. Best to get acquainted with the new face and then sort out why he was a mess and where Rose and the TARDIS had wandered off to. Getting into no end of trouble, no doubt. The Doctor reached up, hoping the ears were a little better this time. He peered into the nearest glass case, catching a vague reflection of himself. Where he was exactly the same.

"Hm. No, that can't be right.” he muttered, shaking the grease off his jacket. Thankfully his sonic screwdriver was unharmed, tucked safely in an inside pocket. He used it to unlock the door on the Popcorn Room.. and what a strange name that was for a room.. and headed out into the corridor.

likeabadpenny.livejournal.com

(Permission given by the lovely fellow Heroes-muns. Spoiler Warning: Major spoilers for Heroes, including the finale!)

( Are you the future or are you the past / Have you been chosen or are you the last / The pictures were sent they seem so unreal / Now I'm made of plastic, wire and steel./ Follow for now and follow for this / Cause everybody follows for nothing at all? / Supernova, your supernova.../ Supernova goes POP. )

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

Current Location: Sorting Room
Current Music: Powerman 5000 - 'Supernova Goes Pop'

notaperfectten.livejournal.com

( Because Hogwarts needs more Doctors. )

twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com

( All the same for Tosh, Ianto, Gwen, Owen & Suzie )

( Specially for the Doctor )

( For Rose )

linguisticgod.livejournal.com

((He is from the TV series, not the book of similar name!))

He wanders in, a little bleery and hung over. He might only stand four and a half feet tall, but you'd never know it by the way he moves -- doesn't matter if he's baffled by the sights or out of his element, he owns the room when he walks in.

He settles into his jacket by tugging on the collar and comes over to pick up an application. "Well, at least it's English." He pulls a pen out of his pocket, clicks it open, and starts scribbling.

( If I could get a vodka tonic to go with the quiz, that'd be great. )

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