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the-lady-door.livejournal.com

She woke to the smell of some vaguely rancid chemical flavoring, and the textures of grit and grease.

Door looked down at her ruined dress, and wondered just where she was, and how long she'd been there. She remembered being acting prefect for Hufflepuff, but it got a bit hazy after that. There were... were those oversized popcorn kernels surrounding her? That seemed vaguely familiar as well. Distressed, she fled the room.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

un-locket.livejournal.com

Leo sat in the Sorting Room, staring at the application before him. He was completely mystified by it; from the discussions he'd been overhearing snippets of, it was for some kind of magic school. Now, the only sort of magic he knew anything about was alchemy, and even then his knowledge was limited, but he knew it was nothing he wanted anything to do with.

Sighing and rubbing the back of his neck, he tapped the quill against the parchment. Maybe if he just answered the questions honestly the application would be rejected, he figured. Then he could go... home. If that camp in Kishua could really be considered "home".

He raised the quill to begin filling out the answers.

( WTF. )

I have read the

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

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

((And there go my slots for FMA characters. Posted with the approval of the other FMA-muns.))

bantersucks.livejournal.com

((To keep things short, posting all my pups' gifts in one post. Also, just listing who got what rather than doing tons and tons of LJ-cuts. Backdated to Christmas morning - sorry, it's so late, but I've had maybe a few minutes at a time to compose anything at the laptop since Christmas AND IT WAS STARTED ON TIME SO THERE. If you are not on this list, you're getting the gift at the party or you got it in an owl reply ~~or because the mun is still working on it, darn it~~.))

May had been so wrapped up in coordinating the Secret Santa and baking way too many cookies (she'd accidentally tripled the recipe, oops) that she almost forgot to send out her gifts. Fortunately, with the help of Alley and a couple owls, she did so:

( To: Mel Beeby, Brice de Winter, Jaime Reyes, Laura Palmer, Tomo Takino )

Jaime didn't forget - May had talked him into being her guinea pig in the cookie-baking, and had rewarded him with about a third of the results when she realized she'd made too much. Thus Sancho was flying all around Hogwarts for most of the morning. Which was good since the raven was too tired to really follow through with his shiny-stealing tendencies for once.

( To: Tomo, May, George King, Molly Michon )

Christmas? Tomo, forget Christmas? Of course not. No holiday that involved presents would be forgotten! She somehow managed to bully the owls into sending her packages out.

( To: Douche (Dwight), Kagura, Osaka, Demyx, Jaime, Mayday )

Current Mood: busy

chainedbyred.livejournal.com

( Allow me to elucidate. )

I have read the

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

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

((Yes, he is passing himself off as Edward for the moment. It wouldn't be Russel if he didn't.))

pigwitch.livejournal.com

(With permission of Tiffany- and Nac Mac Feegle-muns)

A girl in her mid-teens looked around, more than a little surprised to find herself suddenly in the sorting room. She walked over to the table and picked up an application, trying to shake loose as little mud from her boots and the hem of her faded black dress as possible. Somehow, she didn’t think that whoever’s castle this was would appreciate her tracking pig gunk all over the place.

She read over the application slowly, a slight frown on her face, and then reached for the Dictaquill. The quill, of course, danced away from her grip. After trying to grab for it a few more times, she finally discovered how it worked and let it fill out the application for her – and then went back and carefully crossed out all the “ums.”

( Application for Petulia Gristle, Pig Witch )

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

jezzthespoon.livejournal.com

((Spoilers for the first two books of the Lady Penitent trilogy, some spoilerish references to War of the Spider Queen. Permission given from all current Realms-muns, namely Yours Truly))

A dark-skinned elf limped into the Sorting Room, his left leg encased in a brace of leather and metal, dragging two overstuffed-looking bags behind him. He came to a stop at the table of applications, released his luggage, flexed his fingers with a wince, then briefly lifted the half-mask from the upper part of his face to daub at the sweat.

Jezz had gone on a frenzy of acquisition before embarking on the last leg of the journey; he wasn’t sure how long he would have to stay, and it was probably a bad idea to raid the student body. There was considerable talk of bribery in his sources, so he had figured in a generous amount for that. Perhaps he’d figured in too much – his arms certainly seemed to think so. They also seemed to think he’d been too leery about expending the emergency scrolls of Tenser’s Floating Disk that Belarbreeza had scribed for him. At least the scrolls should have other uses here.

He seated himself at the table. Once the feeling had returned to his fingers, he took an application and selected a quill as the green asp around his arm unwound and began to investigate the vicinity. “Careful there, Keheneshnef,” he murmured in a tongue normally intelligible only to mage and familiar, and the quill vibrated in his hand. He was not quite as taken aback by the questions as he might have been without prior warning.

( Let me get this straight. )

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

Jezz retrieved Keheneshnef from the table, stood, turned around and smiled at the room at large. Time to play the diplomat after all.

Current Music: “Mack the Knife”/”Die Moritat von Mackie Messer”

onlyoncebefore.livejournal.com

A guy with the most fabulous mullet has just appeared in the Sorting Room. He doesn't seem at all surprised to be there.

"People of Hogwarts!" he called out. "I come from the future."

( Push it to the limit. )

misskagura.livejournal.com

Kagura felt like she had been away forever. As much as things were different, they were still the same. She came out of a shower, getting dressed in a baggy tanktop and spandex shorts. She laid down on her bed, putting some headphones on as she started to drift off into a light sleep.

undeadsparkle.livejournal.com

Kahsaandrah Sakura Sylverfyre appeared in the Sorting Room amidst a cloud of golden sparkles. She looked around with a demure and yet sassy look on her face. ~~What was left of her face, anyway. The skin on her lower jaw was long since rotted away.~~ She was wearing a low-cut red robe of the finest silk ~~also rotted through in places, and strategically cut in others~~ and had long, shining pale hair ~~though it might have been mouse-brown back when she was still alive.~~ She spied a table with her indigo orbs and wafted gracefully over to it. She picked up a parchment on it ~~and assumed that it was the start of a quest that would give her XP and hopefully the reward of a skimpier robe that somehow gave her more armor~~ skimmed the writing, and sighed theatrically. "What is this?" she asked, her voice like music ~~if it was played on a violin with some strings cut.~~ "Is this some kind of joke?" She folded her arms and lifted her chin in a haughty manner and waited for an answer. When none come, she frowned and looked back at the parchment.

"Fine, then, I'll play along." She picked up a nearby quill with her delicate, long-fingered hands ~~which plainly showed bone in places~~ and began to write her answers out. She spoke the answers she wrote as well, because who didn't want to hear the sound of her beautiful musical voice that was capable of charming animals of the forest over to her? The truth was, she had a tendency of enjoying the sound of her own voice while questing and even the peaceful animals of Tirisfal Glades were anxious to try and take her out for the good of all involved.

( Of course you'd be interested in what she has to say! )

She sighed again and twirled a lock of shining pale hair around her finger. "Now what happens?" she asked no one in particular. The lock of hair came loose, and she shook it to the floor with a completely oblivious look on her face.

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

Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: "My Immortal," Evanescence

hernes-son.livejournal.com

((Backdated to the group annullment.))

Robin received the owl dissolving his marriage on his return from a visit to the Forbidden Forest, but though he was vastly relieved at finding freedom from an unwanted union, concern about the innocent girl to whom he had been briefly wed still shadowed his thoughts. Consequently, he made a quick trip to the Owlery.

( Owl to Osaka )

Current Mood: thoughtful

hernes-son.livejournal.com

((Backdated to the wedding day!))

Robin shoved his hands deeply into the pockets of his jeans, frowning darkly. Married, without consent, and not to Renata. A sound approximating a growl escaped his throat. His 'bride' was just a girl, and that angered him more. Nothing done to the Hat in retribution would be a great enough penalty for the pain it was causing, in his opinion. The only thing was, what could anyone do?

He glanced across the room at Osaka. Was she still weeping? He could not tell.

Current Mood: angry
Current Location: Robin/Osaka tent

tomatohacker.livejournal.com

Well, back when Ed first turned her hair blue, she didn't know how to turn it back to her normal red. Now she does. Not that she's changing her hair back anytime soon.

Or anyone else's, for that matter. Ed giggled as she hid behind a giant statue, wand at the ready.

People heading for the Great Hall beware. Your hair will turn blue.

[[Anyone who wants to be a blunette temporarily, hop on in!

Current Music: The Winter Lames-Red VS Blue

pipipipingu.livejournal.com

A miniature Emperor penguin waddled into the sorting room, a fishing rod over his shoulder and a bucket of seaweed swinging from his fin. He was Exploring, and his eyes were alight with Discovery of a Strange New Place! ...Or, if not quite alight, at least round as dinner-plates and spinning quite impressively.

Pingu flattened himself against the floor. No, literally. Splat on the floor, like a black-and-white puddle with a head on top.

"Woooooohh!"

He got back up and waved his free flipper a little, to further illustrate his surprise.

Then he spotted the application, and waddled over to it, feet slapping loudly on the flagstones. Somehow, ~~through the power of Plothole~~, his application was written in Pinguish. See the joy in his face! Writing? He could do that! Everyone, watch, he could write! :D

( Everybody watching? )

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

totallyluminous.livejournal.com

It's the middle of summer, and Mel likes to feel her skin being sunkissed. So one might ask themselves why she has a scarf wrapped around her neck now, even in Scotland. It completely doesn't compliment the t-shirt and jeans she's wearing.

The answer is pretty simple if you take into account the fact that she's a teenager and her boyfriend does get overenthusiastic at times (It's cute, mostly). A lovebite. That which signals the moment you become an adult in the eyes of your peers. That which all parents dread to see. That which can humiliate pirates and ninjas alike...

...okay, so that's an exaggeration. But the fact remains that Mel's embarrassed about this bruise in a conspicuous place, and has thus hidden herself outside to read where she feels she will see less people. She gets so engrossed in the novel, however, that when the scarf begins to slip, she doesn't notice one whit.

poor-fritz.livejournal.com

( More paperwork. )

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

fm-elric.livejournal.com

( Shortly after dawn... )

***

( That morning, by the lakeside, Edward and Winry were married... )

((Thread is closed to invitees and their guests))

Current Mood: happy

traitorormartyr.livejournal.com

( Owl to Osaka )

traitorormartyr.livejournal.com

Sprawled out on the floor surrounded by giant kernels of popcorn was not a very diginfied way to wake up, but that's how Archie found himself. He looked around bewilderedly, then dusted himself off and left the room.

Damned if he could place where he was, but he felt that it was familiar to him. And he did remember the name Gryffindor, though he didn't know what that meant.

Come to think of it, during the whole Renown incident, he had the feeling he did that before.

Speaking of, wasn't he supposed to be dead?

Oh well.

carri3-whit3.livejournal.com

Carrie found the flier in the Hufflepuff common room on her way to breakfast. Once the shock subsided, she grabbed parchment and quill and copied the information to study over coffee. Lots and lots of coffee, this was going to take.

Candidates for Hufflepuff prefect....Jeeves, Quaxo, Toki - Carrie.

She read and reread her scribbled notes until her vision blurred. Prefect?! When did this happen? How did this happen? Why would anyone put her up for such a thing? The only time she'd ever nominated for anything, much less elected, the honor came with a punch line at the end... Then again, there was always the chance someone meant it as a compliment - wasn't there?

Although she wasn't really aware of it, the table and all the objects on it began to tremble ever so slightly.

((Feel free to come poke her. I'll be in and out today, but I'll be checking in as often as I can!))

Current Mood: shocked
Current Location: The Great Hall

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Backdated RP for Osaka and Robin Hood

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Open RP: Gothic fiction versus very modern actions

Application for Special Agent Fritz Howard: The Closer

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