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The Master found it harder than expected to compose his note to the Doctor.... the Doctor as he had been so long ago. He could barely recall how it was between them, it was so long ago.

But finally, he produced a letter in an elegant hand.

My dear Doctor,

As we discussed, there is an establishment in this school suitable for a gentleman's relaxation. The enclosed map will direct you there, and no where else. Shall we meet for drinks at seven?

With a sharp pang, he signed his name in Gallifreyan.

woocha.livejournal.com

{Enclosed is a book about Robin Hood and a book about Rapunzel (Definitely a kid friendly version of it though)

A,

Here's the story of Robin Hood! Here's a story about Rapunzel too, cause she's here too! She says her hair glows when she sings and I bet it'd be pretty in your garden!

Wishbone

mello-n-choco.livejournal.com

It took a while, but I finally made visual contact on the information that Sephiroth gave me. I really hate doing surveillance the 'old-fashioned' way, but I couldn't risk the trouble setting up a system, so I've been watching the goddamned door in the astronomy tower since that idiot hinted that it might be there.

Having finally seen the idiot hiding there emerge, I make a sketch and send it to the samurai and the idiot fox...someone has to keep the idiot fox from attacking first, so I address both copies of the letter to both of them.

If that Sephi-nii's information is good, that the smell of blood and wood from somewhere high in the school, then I've found the idiot responsible for what happened to Kuronue. Attached, you'll see a sketch. I won't give the location unless both of you come. I'll be in my room.

That should keep the idiot fox from attacking first.

ponyfectionist.livejournal.com

((Sorry for the no-notice hiatus! Many bad things happened. I won't go into it. Here's a pony who knows how to use a sewing machine.))

It had taken longer than she had expected. For all her unique and special gem-finding talents, this place seemed somewhat less gem-saturated than Equestria had been. And anything worth making was simply not worth making without at least a token gem or two. Or ten. And then, of course, she had to find house elves to assist her in digging them up, not having a useful and somewhat infatuated baby dragon willing to help her to keep her hooves from getting dirty.

Finally, after days of slaving away over her sewing machine, her room in Sparklypoo filled with scraps of fabric and completed ensembles and small heaps of carefully sorted unused gems, she sent out a few house elves (well-cleaned; they were not going to get her precious creations dirty!) with packages wrapped in very tasteful paper and notes attached. Her penmanship was, like everything else about her ~~so long as she was not stressed or in the throes of drama~~, impeccable.

( For Dialga: )

( For Jem: )

( For Beowulf: )

( For Lorne: )

( For Jaime: )

vislor-turlough.livejournal.com

I need to talk to you.

Turlough

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

Most fabulous maven of design,

A tragedy has befallen the Commander of my Hatsguard! He has lost his prosthetic hand, and it was so beautifully blingy, too.

However I believe we can make this lemon into lemonade. The golden hand had no function and was for appearances only. Now that it's gone, I can induce him to accept something new and better.

A shark grabber!

(( Included with the note is an actual shark-grabber toy. ))

I am sending you an ordinary plastic example of the model. What we need to make is a GOLDEN shark grabber with GEMS ALL OVER IT. Can you do this? I think you can! If you need help ask some elves or something, right?

Sincerely yours truly,
Sorting Hat the Wise

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( A Shot in the dark )

lovereallybites.livejournal.com

( Note here )

lovereallybites.livejournal.com

( Note here )

gourmetchairman.livejournal.com

Another note was sent to Yukimura, Kuronue, Kusuriyuri, and Kurama.

It simply said:

I'm back.

Takeshi

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Dean had sat there with the beer in his hand at Ravenclaw bar for the last hour, he had sipped it and he had been trying to get his nerve up to go to Cas' room. He needed to talk to the angel after their most recent night of drinking.

Finally he just snagged a house elf and wrote a note on a bar napkin.

Hey, need to talk.

It's Dean.

gourmetchairman.livejournal.com

( To Yuki, Kuro, Kusu, and Kurama )

my-soul-itches.livejournal.com

Talking to Jem had put Megan in an incredibly good mood, and she felt like sharing. She had spent the past few days shut in her room, working out the logistics, making decorations, going through her music collection (and what she could find in the radio station, once she finally stumbled over it) and at the last minute, scrambling over to the Hufflepuff food libraries for snacks.

Since it would take forever to decorate the Great Hall all by herself (even with her awesome wings and teleporting, that room was huge) she got a decent-sized flock or swarm or whatever you called a group of house elves to help tack up posters and streamers and lights while she sent off a quick owl and grabbed the music from her room. It was all fun stuff, easy to dance to, even what she had borrowed from the WART studio: Dazzler (naturally), Katy Perry, Pink, Lady Gaga, that sort of thing.

As a last measure, she 'ported around the school and scattered fliers. Because nothing said a dance like fliers.

((Share your favorite top 40-type dance songs if you want! Assume they are in whatever she grabbed from the WART studio. As a side note, I have been rocking out to my favorite late-nineties pop while writing this, mostly Aqua. It has been incredibly distracting. In any case, have your characters unwind and have fun!))

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

( At first glance, there was nothing unduly alarming about the package the little white owl laboriously delivered. )

ariemorytwo.livejournal.com

Ariane Emory II, as successor and replicate of the infamous Dr. Ariane Emory, had never been a stranger to controversy. As inheritor of the first Ari Emory's projects, she'd been answerable for all manner of ugly little ethics violations, ranging up to a planetwide experiment turned interstellar scandal (that would be Gehenna).

She shouldn't feel badly about something so small as Hat Shore, against the larger scheme of things.

And she didn't. She didn't feel badly, anyway. She felt ... responsible, certainly; and worried, since the Hat had overridden several of Ari's pointed and emphatic recommendations. Already, one of the contestants on Hat Shore appeared to be eating another's brain.

They were only fourteen people. On Gehenna there were forty thousand.

Still, some of the Hat Shore subjects were people Ari knew personally. And when it got personal, Ari Two had different responses than Ari One would've had.

At the very least, she ought to make it possible for people to communicate with the architects of the Hat Shore experiment. No guarantees the Hat would listen or care, but ... well, people seemed to feel better when they'd done something, even if it was just writing a letter.

She had the house-elves run up little fliers and post them around the school:

Have you seen the newest reality-show sensation? Everybody's talking about

HAT SHORE

Viewers are encouraged to share their opinions and ideas with the production team! Please send your messages via owl or Hogwarts intranet to:

Hat Shore
A Harkonnen-Wolfe Production
c/o Dr. Ariane Emory II
Sparklypoo House
Hogwarts

HatShore@hogwarts.IntraNet.net

nerdofthelord.livejournal.com

Gentlemen,

I respectfully suggest that you consider instituting a minimum age for admittance to your tower. The warning sign is adequate for adult humans, but the very young are typically unable to read, and lack the experience to make an informed choice about entering the premises or to take suitable precautions once within.

That said, thank you for your hospitality on my and my associate's recent visit to the site. As requested, please find attached a list of possible penguin names, some of which I hope will be found suitable.

Sincerely,

Castiel

---

((Unfortunately, Cas isn't necessarily that much more imaginative about naming things than the Shoggies themselves...))

Genesis         Exodus
Leviticus       Revelation
Noah             Solomon
Sarah            Ruth
Alexandria     Constantinople
Giza              Jerusalem
Bethlehem      Nazareth
Metallica      Kansas
Pontiac        Lawrence
Cicero         ((And, for reasons unknown even to his mun,)) Acapulco.

endlessgoth.livejournal.com

It had been a few days since Death had found a young Bobby and Castiel in the bizzare construction that was the Dethtower. Since then, the angel and human had been restored to their proper ages, and she had hoped they were none the worse for it. Death sat in the kitchen and thought of the angel with a smile. He did owe her a sunrise after all. And it would be a good way to check on him without being too obvious. She picked up a quill and scratched out a note to send via a little white owl.

Castiel, how about that sunrise?
-D.

i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com

Hey, Bobby, it's me. Don't make me yap through this damn bird, but me and you we need to talk, soon.

my-soul-itches.livejournal.com

Dear Mr. Winchester,

Hi! I'm Megan Gwynn. I don't know if you remember me, we met in your Sorting. I'm the one with wings. (And if you met more than one person with wings, I'm the one with pink hair.) I think you must be settled by now, so I was hoping to get some lessons on those Devil Trap things you were talking about for your bribe. I found some chalk! Well, the house elves found it, I just asked. ~~Is it all right if it's blue and yellow?~~ They brought a few different kinds just to be sure.

Also, do I need any safety equipment or anything?

When would be a good time or place for you? Thanks!

Sincerely,
Megan Gwynn, Gryffindor and X-man

theregothedrums.livejournal.com

He'd be unlikely to admit it in such simple terms, but the Master was a massive attention whore. He'd taken great glee in broadcasting from the Valiant, with a devastated planet cowering at his words. He didn't have a planet at his mercy just now... but there was always WART.

( People of Hogwarts, your lord and Master addresses you from on high! )

Of course, that wasn't the only thing he was up to. Just as the last song ended, a basket was delivered to the Eleventh Doctor's door.

( What could it be? )

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