[identity profile] lectric-dreams.livejournal.com
((I will be basing Roy's characterization and canon primarily on the movie, "Blade Runner," although I will also try to combine some details from the book that it is based on, Phillip K. Dick's "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?"))

Roy Batty stood in the corner of the room, hands tucked into the pockets of his black, high-collared trench coat. He cast sidelong glances across the room before stepping forward, his boots echoing softly. A piece of paper was at his feet, so he bent and plucked it from the floor inspect it.

This had better not be that fucking Voight-Kampff 'empathy' test... )

"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____RB_____
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____RB_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____RB_____.
One day, marmalade androids will rule the world. ____RB_____"
[identity profile] aka-macgyver.livejournal.com
(Cleared with the other two active Stargate characters)

Jack awoke with a start. He lay still as his eyes scanned the dark barren stone room. After determining it was clear Jack sat up and checked his gear, everything was in order. "What is this place," he thought. "The last thing i remember is walking through the gate on my way to Atlantis. But now i'm here. Why? The Azgaurd? Another solar flare and time jump?" Since the room had no doors or windows it seems his only choice is to wait and find out.

Allow me to elucidate. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____JO______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____JO______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____JO______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____JO_______"
[identity profile] addamsdaughter.livejournal.com
First it was dark, and warm.

Then there was a loud noise, like a balloon bursting, and a bright light.

Wednesday stood up and took stock of her situation. She was in a room that smelled strongly of popcorn. There were, in fact, kernels everywhere (the oversized nature of them did not cause her any concern). She still had Marie Antoinette tucked under her arm. Also, she was covered in buttery slime. The slime would have delighted Pugsley, but Wednesday thought it might tangle her braids and was therefore somewhat cross.

Wandering out of the popcorn room into the hall made things a little better. Dark, damp stone walls, brooding shadows, cobwebs, the occasional flash of half-seen movement in dark corners; why, it was almost like home!
[identity profile] mid-west-egg.livejournal.com
(( Aided, abetted, and egged on by Gatsby-mun, of course. ))

Later, Nick would suppose it might all have been inevitable. Some senseless and improbable fate had ordained that he, Nick Carraway of Chicago, should alone serve as clear-eyed witness and chronicler to the culmination of Jay Gatsby's fabulous life. Why not Gatsby's afterlife as well? he'd think, and shake his head.

Later, too, he'd think how unremarkable and ordinary his own initial reaction to Hogwarts must have been. Probably almost everyone sucked into the Sorting Room thought himself or herself to be dreaming. In Nick's case, the supposition was doubly apt, since the last thing he remembered was nodding off to sleep. He had finally bid farewell to the East. Sick of its confusion and hothouse excess, he had packed up what belongings of his own had taken up space in that eighty-dollar-a-month West Egg bungalow next door to Gatsby's mansion, and he had shipped them home ahead of himself. He had boarded a train and he was going home. He knew, now, where home was; where home had always been.

The train's noise and regular shuddering drew him into sleep, as trains will do. His frayed jaded subconscious mind threw up before him nothing new, only a succession of things he had seen before: people splashing in fountains, champagne spurting in a wasteful trajectory across the glittering moonlit lawn. When he awoke, he was no longer in his train seat, nestled into the comfortable hollow left by hundreds of travelers before him. He was in an armchair, in a high-ceilinged room of stone. His immediate association was not with castles of any kind, but with some old buildings at Yale.

Funny odd dreamlike questions were lobbed at him like shuttlecocks. Groggy and amiable, Nick batted them back.

I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. NC.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.NC.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. NC.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. NC."
[identity profile] queenbeewaldorf.livejournal.com
((For the record, Blair's canon is going to be from the television series version of Gossip Girl, not the books.))

What kind of school hired ugly little midgets for their bellboys?

Honestly, Blair couldn't stop looking back at the things with some kind of curious disgust. They had these giant ears and huge noses and what were they wearing? Knapsacks? At least the Waldorf mansion had housekeepers paid enough to be able to afford their own clothing. Dorota was nice, actually. Not a midget. Normal-sized ears. Laid out her clothes and everything. And did something weird with cleaners that had her room smelling like vanilla rather than Lysol - what was not to love?

So, another country. Scotland, to be precise. Land of constitutional monarchy, St. Andrew's cross, and Irvine Welsh. Another boarding school. This place was no Constance Billard, that was for sure. At least it was all that closer to her father's chateau in France, him and his boyfriend Giles. She had to wonder how Ping and Pong were doing. She hadn't seen him in so long.

The school, though, that's where it had gotten interesting. Magic? A certain Eleanor Waldorf had not been happy to hear about this little number, taking off for a new boarding school. Prestigious, still, and something to help boost that interview to get into Yale, she was sure.

Plus? It looked like they were pretty damn lax on the uniform policy. Score. )


"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. BCW
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one mostsome? of them. BCW
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. More like satin culottes. I don't do granny panties, thanks! BCW
One day, marmaladeI will probably rule the world. BCW
[identity profile] miniskirtsplz.livejournal.com
When Roy Mustang found himself in a small room with nothing but a desk and chair, and what appeared to be paperwork littered across the top of the desk, he didn't let it bother him too much. Perhaps he had taken a wrong turn somewhere, but he wasn't one to worry.

Of course there would be more paperwork )


I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Mustang__
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __Mustang__
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __Mustang__
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __Mustang__
[identity profile] woocha.livejournal.com
A Jack Russell Terrier was rolling around a little bit when he suddenly sat up at feeling cold stone. He sniffed around a bit, ran around a bit, and jumped up on the table. He nudged the Dictaquill, which sprang to life.

Oh!Wishbone thought. The Dictaquill wrote that down. Also the 'hmmmm' he thought after that. Then it pointed at the application.

[[OOC: For the purposes of the rpg, everyone can hear Wishbone's thoughts. Half of the characters are from books anyway.]]

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____*pawprint*_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____*pawprint*_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____*pawprint*______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____*pawprint*________"
[identity profile] spinmybuzzer.livejournal.com
It was Homestar's favorite time of year. Next to Decemberween, of course. That's right, it was time to trick-or-treat. Strong Bad had said so, and Strong Bad would never lie to Homestar.

And so, dressed up as Captain Marko Ramius and paper bag in hand (so to speak), Homestar was roaming the tent village. He was so going to get a ton of candy this year. This was going to be the best Halloween ever. Seriously.

((I think Homestar's early. If you want to be pestered for candy, just make a post, and Homestar will come knock on your door. Feel free to point out that he's a couple months early. He probably won't believe you anyway. Permission given for Strong Bad's lie.))
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
One bright Hogwarts morning, fliers with small, numbered Hat-shaped plastic tokens are sent out to a select group of students via house elf. “Your presence is required at an Awards Ceremony in the Great Hall tonight,” the flier states. “Attendance is mandatory. Formal dress is required. Prizes will be given.”

And so, at the appointed time, the students are ushered into the Great Hall. It has been lavishly decorated for the occasion: streamers, flowers, a champagne fountain, the works. At the front of the hall sits the Sorting Hat, likewise decorated in a wreath of flowers and lots of bling. It sits imperiously and waits until everyone has taken a seat and the beautifully decorated doors have been closed and barred.

“My dear students,” it begins, “we are gathered here today for a wonderful ceremony. A ceremony of magic and beauty, and it is my privilege to be here with you. Now, before you can get your wonderful awards--” here one of the Hat's folds dips in what might have been a wink on something with a face--”are you all carrying your special prize tokens?” It waits for a little longer while the attending house elves (all carrying bouquets of multicolored flowers) check to ensure that yes, everyone in the room has one on their person. “Wonderful! By the power vested in me by the Board of Education, I now pronounce you married!”

Before the shock and outrage can set in, the Hat rushes into the next part of its speech. “No use getting upset, it's legal now! This place has become a haven for loose morals, and you're helping to fix that! Don't worry about your belongings, you won't have to spend a second sweating and becoming undesirable for your new spouses! While you've been here, the house elves have moved your sundries out to your new homes for you, isn't that nice of them? They've even been allowed to charm your new homes so that you can't remove your objects from them! Let's hear it for the house elves!” It doesn't pause for applause. “Now, I'll let you happy newlyweds get to the business of consummating your new relationships in the name of duck waffles procreation. Your tokens are numbered with your new addresses, and a map has been provided at the door. Don't try to run, the ushers have been provided with cattle prods and given the permission to use them.” The Hat waves a strap at one terrified-looking bouquet-holding elf near the front, who pulls a cattle prod out of the flowers and waves it around. “And now, onward! Onward to happy families! Onward to El Mundo Del Sombrero!

The doors open. The armed house elves swarm, herding the students to a tent village on Hogwarts grounds. Resistance is futile.

Once arriving at the tent whose number matches the number on their token, each student will meet his or her new spouse(s) ...



((The tents in El Mundo Del Sombrero are wizarding tents that appear to be one-bedroom houses complete with bathrooms, kitchens, living rooms, etc. inside. Rearranging and addition of objects is allowed, removal of objects for the purposes of moving elsewhere or returning to the castle is not due to the charm on the tents. Players are allowed to NPC the house elves shocking their own characters if an escape attempt is made. Note that characters will not be barred from returning to the castle later to do other things, e.g., use the library; they just can't move back into the castle. Congratulations on your nuptials.

Feel free to RP in this post, or to post your own separate posts that take place within the dubious sanctuary of your brand-new tent!))
[identity profile] ringoate-mybaby.livejournal.com
((Open to Bart Allen, Oz, George St. Bartleigh, Doug Murphy, Rogue, Willow Rosenberg, Janet Fraiser, Zelgadiss Graywords))


Calling Cluster Nine, Calling Cluster Nine... )
[identity profile] foolbeloved.livejournal.com
An apparently young man appears in the Sorting room. He looks dazed, and very nearly stumbles: a rare occurance indeed. He's slight, with tawny skin and deep, amber eyes; his golden hair seems almost weightless. The youth is dressed in plain black, well made but not expensive, something that makes him frown: no chance of appearing as Lord Golden. It seems equally foolish to present himself as the Fool. But this is clearly not Buckkeep, or Bingtown, or indeed anywhere he'd found himself before; perhaps he could be whomever he liked, for a time. It's an odd thought.

He walks forward, graceful as a cat, until he finds the application.

Fitz fixes fiest's fits. Fat suffices. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. the Fool
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. the Fool
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. the Fool
One day, marmalade will rule the world. the Fool"
[identity profile] anuclearwinter.livejournal.com
Most people look foolish wearing evening dress in the daytime. Laura de Winter is not one of those people.


She doesn’t even look perturbed when confronted with stone walls and hangings and high windows. She only registers that she’s in a new place when she cannot exit the room. Then her beautiful face tightens.

’I see that little toad made good on his promise.’ Hadn’t her foolish, naive son threatened to send them elsewhere with that time-travel device of his? Well. She’d just have to find him. She wouldn’t put it past him to gloat—it seemed she’d vastly underestimated his potential.

For the moment, however, Laura is here. And since the bit of paper seems to be a step to letting her go, she fills it in with the Dictaquill, elegant skin flushed with anger.


Wafts of expensive perfume drifted my way. )


"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______Laura______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Laura______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers underwear in a bunch. ___Laura________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____Laura________"
[identity profile] rated-ec10.livejournal.com
No. Not without incident. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. JP
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JP
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. JP
One day, marmalade will rule the world. JP"
[identity profile] redbutnotrobin.livejournal.com
Having cast the amplifying charm upon himself, Jason made the following announcement from Oz's body, relying on Oz's status as Gryffindor Prefect to be listened to or at least get attention.

"This is Oz, your Gryffindor Prefect, announcing your New Rules for Gryffindor Living.

1) All flowers are our mortal enemies. Trample them.
2) If you want to score points for Gryffindor, egg your fellows. I'll give ten points per Gryffindor egged.
3) Must Be Emo is the new Gryffindor theme song. Memorize the lyrics and sing it at every possible chance.
4) We need better interhouse relationships. Kiss someone not from your House today. With tongue.
5) If you have switched bodies, the only way to return to your original body is to kiss it. With tongue. Under mistletoe."


Take that, Hogwarts!
[identity profile] ringoate-mybaby.livejournal.com
Oblivious to the madness that surrounded him, Oz was opening his doors for the long overdue Prefect hours he was expected to hold. If he knew, he'd be almost disappointed not to be affected by the spell. Last time he was in the body of an eight year old girl, and he got to ride on swings and the Doctor and then take a nap.

He could really only do one of those, now. )
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
October 25th.

The date flickered into Ryuuji's head, letters of bright blue against a black expanse of nothingness, then circled themselves insistantly in red, demanding his attention.

October 25th.

His eyes suddenly widening, Ryuuji uncurled, standing up without any problems and dusting himself off. To Terry and Oz, he announced (without any seeming surprise at their presence), "It's Seto's birthday today. We need to throw him a party."

Pause. "And then I ought to probably check on Kaiba Corp. Seto's going to kill me if he comes back to find out his company went under because nobody was running it. And make sure his board of directors don't find out he's popcorn because then they'll just try to start another hostile takeover."

Tone absolutely normal, plucking at the hoodie he was wearing as if not quite aware of it specifically but subconciously not happy with the unfashionableness of his attire, "Oz, can you command the House Elves to get a cake ready? They'll probably listen to you since you're a Prefect. Terry, you can help me decorate the Popcorn Room with streamers and stuff, right?"

Ryuuji hadn't been in there since seeing Mokuba's and Seto's names on the plaque.
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
my heart's divided/ yes surrender would be nice/ to just lay down/ my sword and shield/by the flowers/ but I know that you lie/ in wait tonight. )

((Warning: Char is being insanely emo. Char is prone to snarking/sulking when emo. Mun will understand completely if nobody wants to interact with char at current moment.))

Karaoke!

Oct. 7th, 2006 06:10 pm
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
Ryuuji grinned easily at the crowd that had amassed, tossing his ponytail out of habit, and stepped a little closer to the mike, "Good evening, everyone! Welcome to Hogwarts' third karaoke night, hosted by myself, Sara the Ravenclaw Prefect, and Oz the Gryffindor Prefect. When you come up here, intro yourself, please? It's a big school, and just keeps getting bigger."

That said, he tilted his head at Sara and Oz, indicating it was their turn to speak if they wanted to say anything.

"Thanks, Ryuuji! Isn't it great to see everyone here for a night of fun and music? We've got a lot of talent among both our staff and student body, so I hope to see lots of you on stage tonight! And don't worry if you don't think you've got any talent. I'll be happy to buy you a little courage at the bar. Sometimes those performances turn out to be the most memorable. "

Sara winked and looked to Oz.

Oz nodded a couple times and waved. "Hey."He waited a moment before pointing out the obvious. "I'm Oz. If you're Gryffindor and... are being eaten by a flesh-eating virus, just let me know. Even if you're not Gryffindor, just tell me. Those things are nasty."

"Gods, yeah." Ryuuji agreed easily, then waved a hand at the machine in the corner, "That's the karaoke machine, by the way. Just type in the name of the song you want to sing, and it'll start up the music for you. We'll demo it out for you."

Passing Oz the mike, he went over and typed in This Much Fun -- Cowboy Mouth, returning in time to cheerfully belt out the lyrics with the other two. When it was finished, he laughed and waved at the crowd, "Alright everyone, come up and take a turn!"

With that, the three Prefects left the stage.

((Remember, if your char ICly needs enabling or other people to join in a crowd song, just stick a plea in the subject line of your comment. ^_~))

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