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blond-bondshell.livejournal.com

James Bond entered the Sorting Room as if he had always meant to be there. It was possible that he had. MI6 had interest in a wide variety of subjects, and with the Ministry of Magic so heavily involved in Muggle politics, who was to say that the Muggles weren't keeping tabs of their own?

He was dressed as if he had just come from a decadent gala. The tuxedo was crisp and tailored, and his vodka martini was fresh. Bond set the drink down on the table and examined the application. He had been expecting some questioning when he arrived. However, he had been expecting questions that made sense.

( Not shaken, and not stirred. He was as cold and sharp as a diamond. )

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

righteous-pen.livejournal.com

((This application was approved by the other Death Note muns. Contains spoilers for the end of the series. More ooc information inside cut.))

( It's still better than the application for 'Kira's Kingdom'. )

sir-knits-a-lot.livejournal.com

In his life, Gwendal had learned a few things.

The Maoh was a happy-go-lucky dreamer who lacked on follow through, though he was an stubborn.

Wolfram was headstrong, hot-tempered, blindly loyal.

What he hasn't learned, yet, is about this place, this "Hogwarts" nor of the house "Hufflepuff" that Wolfram was now loyal to.

So, now to wander about the halls. Though, with the moving stair cases and the myriad of corridors, he is soon lost though admitting such is something he would never do.

Instead, he stands, staring at the ceiling, his thumbs working over his index fingers unconsciously.

relentlesssoul.livejournal.com

Roxas had been feeling more than just a bit frazzled lately. All the things he thought he had been learning about hearts was proving to be quite useless. Even though he had made an agreement with Demyx to research the subject, he found himself at a mental standstill. The blonde felt terribly wrong inside. He had acted completely unlike himself a few weeks back in Axel's room and hadn't even seen the redhead since then. The last Divination class he had attended turned out to be a bust as well. After debating shooting Axel an owl and chickening out, he decided to make his way to the library to increase his knowledge. There had to be something here that would prove or disprove his ideas. He was quite distracted by his own thoughts however, and could be found at a small table alone with his head resting on an open book, eyes staring at the wall in front of him.

degeneratewolfe.livejournal.com

The door to the potions classroom is propped open, with a cheerily painted sign hung out front declaring that potions is today and walk-ins are welcome until the class starts, at which time a house elf will close the door. (The house elves normally wouldn't be caught dead around Valentine Wolfe for fear of dismemberment, but he has promised to be on his best behavior. He is a professional after all, and amusement can wait until after class.)

Inside the classroom, which is lit in a rather dim and atmospheric sort of way, the usual arrangement of desks and chairs has been eschewed in favor of shoving them all against the walls and leaving a large empty space in the center of the room. There is one desk left in the back of the room, with an assortment of coffee mugs and teacups sitting on it. There are also a number of garbage bags folded and set off to one corner, as well as a pile of parchment and a number of Dictaquills. At the front of the classroom, where Valentine is standing, a cauldron with a bubbling liquid sits over a small fire. It smells distinctly unpleasant, though Valentine is unaffected. He's been brewing the stuff for the past few days, after all.

Valentine smiles and greets the students and observers as they enter with variations of "Thank you for coming, please take a cup, a bag, a Dictaquill, and some parchment and sit in a circle on the floor." Once the room is full to his satisfaction, he nods to the house elf attending the door, which is closed.

( Welcome to Potions. )

((All information on ayahuasca was taken from the wikipedia article. It is completely up to the students what they will experience. Anyone who wishes to cause a disturbance, please clear it with both me and any second party you wish to involve.

Also, please note in the subject line of your comment when your character has a vision. It will make things a lot easier on me. You can feel free to assume that the Dictaquill is writing it all down, or you can decide that your character is only capable of incoherent babble. Whatever works for you!

And as an obligatory and possibly ass-saving disclaimer, as the daughter of a DPS officer and an employee of the State of Texas, the mun cannot approve of the recreational use of illegal drugs even if her pup does.))

ahogarse.livejournal.com

There’s something in the sorting room. Something, the sort of thing that goes bump in the night.
There’s blood in the air, in the Sorting Room. Is he a hobgoblin? Not really. But he creeps like one. He isn’t sure how he’s gotten here. The aura of confusion, fear and anger is palpable, even to those without a teaspoon of psychic ability, sixth sense, whatever you want to call it.
You can’t see the hand that hesitantly picks up the pen, to write. Or maybe you can. Or maybe you can just see the bones, and the faint haze of grey skin surrounding them.

( Me llamo Santi. )

edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

((OOC notes: There are two assignments to this lesson, the first above the cut, the second hidden behind it.

Anyone can join, even if you didn't sign up, so if after reading this post, you want to reply, go for it. As with most classes, if you want Kusuriyuri's attention, please include that in the subject line of the reply. Since Kusuriyuri is Japanese [and very much so], he talks in a rather passive, convoluted and understated way. If you need me to "translate" it in replies, please include an OOC asking for such and I'll be glad to do it for you. I do know that sometimes it can be off-putting, not being sure how to respond.
( Cultural context, if you want to read it )

Kusuriyuri examined his class. He was more familiar with one on one teaching. This group effort seemed to him a bit less focused than necessary for the students to gain the information they needed. But, this was the method that the books, when he'd finally found the library, suggested.

Students may notice odd pieces of paper adorning the walls. The paintings and the ghosts still make him uneasy so he feels better with 札 fuda, wards, on the walls. If they do not react, there are no mononoke around. It is wiser to be prepared and warned than taken unawares.

Greetings, I am Kusuriyuri. I look forward to working with you. It was requested that you consider the meanings of form and substance for this lesson. Please, write the meaning you have derived on the paper before you. When you are finished, please turn the paper over.

( Kusuriyuri waits for the students to complete their task. )

drunkexguardian.livejournal.com

"Oh, goddammit." The words sounded more pissed than surprised. The woman who had just appeared in the Sorting Room smelled strongly of blood and beer, and when she pushed back the hood of her cloak enough to take in her surroundings her face looked severely annoyed.

"Hm." She pulled up a lock of hair to examine it. Currently--though it would have been hard to tell, cloaked and hooded as she was in her burgandy cloak and dress--she looked almost exactly as she had after her... incident... twenty years ago: long, curly red hair without a hint of gray, blue eyes with no crow's feet accentuating them, and looking for all the world like a woman in her mid-twenties. She frowned. Isn't that interesting. So this probably wasn't anywhere that could technically be called "the real world," then. Out there, she looked older.

She saw the parchment on the room's table, shrugged, and walked over to take a look. As she walked, her feet (bare but for burgundy wrappings, which also adorned her hands and arms) never once touched the room's floor, instead seeming fixed about an inch above the ground.

( Sie müssen sich an Sterne krallen (ganz fest)/ damit sie nicht vom Himmel fallen )

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

((Yes, she's a fallen guardian angel. Her canon says: "There is something of the divine about [Lee]. But rather than suffusing [her], it hangs over [her] like a shroud." Therefore, anyone with the ability to sense that sort of thing has the go-ahead to do so without asking me.))

Current Mood: grouchy
Current Music: "Engel," Rammstein

i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com

While A, as a general rule, is content to stay in his room, Schrodinger is a growing kitten, and always eager to explore and play. A's room is small, and even a tiny kitten seems to need space, so A has taken her to the Great Hall, where there is space for her to frolic.

Killing two birds with one stone, he's found a large downy feather, and is practicing Wingardium Leviosa, exercising his nascent magical skills and giving Schrodinger something to chase at the same time.

( Kitten! )

Current Location: The Great Hall

400-years-young.livejournal.com

It had become painfully obvious to John that he hadn't been sorted into Ravenclaw for his brains.

After discovering that Dieter Prohl practically lived in the house's sauna, it was clear that he was really just there to be part of a matched set of cabana boys. What bothered him even more than that was discovering that after he got over the shock, he really didn't care.

He'd gotten settled in, found some food for the dog, and was now puzzling over his dilemma in the Ravenclaw bar. Stay, or go? It wasn't every day that he had a heart attack over a woman. She was in New York, and he was in Scotland. On the other hand, maybe he'd been sucked here to break his curse on his own terms.

The bar had a good selection of mixers, and he was drinking a glass of sparkling water that had multi-colored bubbles. He speared a lemon slice with a plastic wand drink-stirrer as he mulled over his choices.

gamerspy.livejournal.com

With the knowledge that L is willing to pay for any computer equipment he might need (which is a relief - he hadn't been looking forward to attempting to get his hands on someone's credit card while shopping with the world's greatest detective), Matt had gone to Hogsmeade and used the last of his money to purchase a wand.

Now he needs to find out what to do with it.

So, he's heading for the library. What he understands of wizarding culture suggests there isn't going to be much on cybermagic, but Matt isn't against figuring out things on his own.

wright-phoenix.livejournal.com

Okay. Silly? Perhaps. But all during grade school, his class would celebrate Pi Day on March 14th. Mainly for the excuse to bring food to class.

But hey, why not?

So Phoenix got a pizza and a pumpkin pie, and knew where there were more to be gotten.

( Quick owls to Mia and Pearl )

[[Open to everyone]]

sir-knits-a-lot.livejournal.com

((OOC: later in the series...he's been to Earth once already))

Gwendal looked around the room. His fingers twitched nervously, his thumbs rubbing against his index fingers. How had he gotten separated from the rest. They were supposed to be going to the Maoh's home...to the place he called Earth. This didn't look like the place they'd been before. He glances around and sees a table with a quill. Being familiar with paperwork, he walked over.
( And, somehow, he is not surprised to be able to read the questions. )

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

unluckiest-star.livejournal.com

A black-and-white blur flies into the Sorting Room from a flash of light, and lands at the applications table. The man is clad in a shimmering black bodysuit and full face mask that looks like a field of stars, and white boots and gloves. He is humming a jaunty tune.

"Wow, that was fun! I love a rainy night! I miss my dreamer already, but it's good to be hom-"

He stops and looks around. "Doctor? Nurse? Hello? Anyone?" He looks around the room some more. "I don't think we're in Opal City anymore, Proty..."

Then he spots the dictaquill, recording his every word, and laughs a little too loudly. "Computo, you scamp, is that you?" He pulls the application form out, the quill fighting him all the way, and both reads and answers the questions aloud. The quill records his replies on the next form down.
( Ha! 52! )
"I'd give you a piece of my mind but I - I'm not sure I've got them all. I think I left a few back at Legion HQ. Hope Computo hasn't thrown 'em out." He scrabbles at the hem of a glove and pulls out a small package. "I have gum! Oh, and I can get you the Flash's autograph. Either Flash! Maybe Superman's if he's not still mad at me?"

He looks around the room. "Can I have my pills now? Four colors. Gotta have 'em all!"

I have read the

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

hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _starman_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _starman_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _52!_

((I'm taking Starman from the end of the Lightning Saga, after the end of Justice League of America #10 and before the opening of Justice Society of America #7. Also, this message has been approved by h_h's own Brainiac 5.))

Current Mood: crazy
Current Location: Sunshine Sanitarium?
Current Music: Napoleon XIV, "They're Coming to Take Me Away Ha-Haa"

cardarchitect.livejournal.com

Near found the WART studio without much difficulty, certainly far more easily than he'd fould the Ravenclaw dorm. Odd. He wondered if it were a property of this place; surely if it could resurrect the dead, it could do other peculiar things. Well, if he'd found it this simply, surely Matt would be along soon, since he'd had directions.

( They're random songs, honestly. )

He glanced around the studio. "I wonder if we'll get any callers?"

Current Location: WART studio

vislor-turlough.livejournal.com

OOC: While the people below have signed up, this is open for anyone to enter the crazy.

So. It's Valentine's Day. Turlough had rounded up a few house elves to do his bidding. Said bidding was to set up tables with name cards, a table with food and drink (which may or may not be hexed, I couldn't decide), and a sign:

We will not be responsible for anyone fed love potions.

Because someone will.

We also will not be responsible for any actions here on in.

Turlough stood in the corner of the Great Hall, drink in hand, smirk on face as he watched people come on (or forced in by cattleprod point, in Soichiro's case.)

( Pairings as followed )

defense-rests.livejournal.com

((Mia is taken from after Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations, so beware of moderate spoilers. I'll label major spoilers in the comments if at all possible. Also: important clues are indicated by colored text in the game. I will keep this to a minimum.

Permission has been obtained from the other active PW muns. ~~Can you say "workninja?" I knew that you could. Back for an hour or two.~~ Forget status notes, Mia's been Sorted, but I'm going to still endeavor to finish threads here. Don't wait on me. XD))

Date: ??? Time: ???
Location: ???

A tall, attractive brunette in her late twenties suddenly appears in the Sorting Room. Initially, she is unsurprised to find herself there. But her brow furrows as she studies her unfamiliar surroundings and the lack of any familiar faces. She approaches the desk of applications with a sigh, expecting a panicked note from her little sister. "Maya, what have you gotten into now?"

The Dictaquill promptly jumps to life and takes down her question. Mia hesitates, then reads over the application thoughtfully, bemused but still not looking all that out-of-sorts. But when she looks down at herself, she starts in surprise; while she seems perfectly at home in the suit she's wearing, her current ensemble is not what she expected.

She can only think of a few explanations for this, all of which are completely insane:

1) Maya (or, heaven forbid, Pearl) has broken into some sort of old castle, dressed up like her and having changed her hair to match Mia's. While Maya has done some incredibly insane things, this seems a little too far-fetched even for her little sister. If this is the case, Phoenix has some serious explaining to do.

2) Redd White failed to kill her, and the events of the last three years were a head-injury-induced dream and after being knocked out someone dumped her in some old castle. (Yes, wishful thinking, but still.)

3) Somehow, she is no longer dead - well, the ability to breathe and the obvious pulse are evidence enough of that - and in her own body.

...The fact that the third option is the most plausible should indicate just how strange her current situation is.

( Never let go of what you believe in. Never. )

I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: curious
Current Music: Gyakuten Meets Orchestra - Turnabout Sister's Theme

charlesofdensen.livejournal.com

Since all of them missed Christmas, their gifts were rather late, but still, the thought counted.

( Ofdensen's owl to Nathan, Pickles, Toki, and Skwisgaar )
( Ofdensen's owl to Maia )
( Ofdensen's owl to Aayla, delivered by the last young raven )
( Soichiro's owl to Misa )
( Ed's owl to Lola )
( George's owl to Ray )
( Wishbone's owl to Dief and Fraser )
( Phoenix's owl to Pearl )

papayagami.livejournal.com

Right before Christmas (which honestly, is a bad time for this to happen), nine people went missing. They did not become popcorn, or get lost in Hogwarts, they just vanished.

All nine of them had ended up in some different plane of existence filled with a maze of mirrors, the objective being to fuck with their heads.

On their return to Hogwarts, they were surprised to find that while only minutes had passed for them, days had passed in Hogwarts, and it was now the eighth of January.

And now for the individual reactions!

Charles Ofdensen was indifferent at first, but soon got haunted by a white haired man in a blue suit, poker face never revealing if Ofdensen knew said man. At first he took this in stride, but as it got on his nerves, he punched a mirror. Good thing he reappeared over in the Hospital Wing. But now his hand hurts and he missed so many days.

KOS-MOS tried to destroy all the mirrors. The last shot ended up taking out a tree in the Forbidden Forest.

( Soichiro Yagami, mild spoilers for the movie version )
George St. Bartleigh, in a fit of ADD, got distracted by seeing many reflections, and actually was mildly disappointed to find himself back at Hogwarts.

Ed and Tomato didn't even notice until the very end. Ed was teaching Tomato more smilies. At any rate, they ended up in the WART room. (WART coming soon)

Archie Kennedy was also left mildly shaken by the mirrors, for they liked to take pleasure in showing Jack Simpson to him.

Turlough just kept wandering around until he found himself back at Hogwarts.

Wishbone thought his reflections were other dogs, and kept barking at them until he became hoarse.

Phoenix Wright, actually, doesn't remember what happened. He did end up in the popcorn room again, so he just assumed that he popped and unpopped.

[OOC: I LIVE! Open RPs for all, owls and WART forthcoming ~~once I figure out who sends to who~~

mysticpearls.livejournal.com

((Pearl is from the Nintendo DS game series. She is taken from right after Phoenix Wright: Justice For All but before Trials and Tribulations since the mun figures she won't finish the third game before the spring semester starts. Permission has been obtained from Phoenix-mun, of course.))

March 24, 2018
3:30 PM
Gatewater Hotel Courtyard... or is it?

A large blue ball bounces into the Sorting Room. It's just a child's ball, really - the only distinctive feature is the Steel Samurai logo on it. But the small pink blur running in after it is not just a small pink blur. Which becomes obvious when the ball bounces off the leg of the desk of applications and rolls to a stop.

It is, in fact, a small girl, who freezes the second she picks up the ball and notices her surroundings. This is obviously not where she meant to be. "Hello?" she asks, tentatively. "Mystic Maya? Mr. Nick?" The Dictaquill jumps up at her voice. Noticing the movement, she clambers onto the chair and peers at the application on the desk, laboriously trying to piece out all the words.

Fortunately, in her case, the questions are read aloud. Otherwise she'd be at it for a very long time.

( Where did everybody go? )

I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: confused

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Application for James Bond: Casino Royale

Application for Teru Mikami from Death Note

Exploring the New World (open RP)

Open RP: The Library

Potions Class

Application; Santi, Devil's Backbone

Class: Divination

Application: Liandra ("Lee"), Fallen Angel comics

::Open RP: Kitten-Smitten::

Open RP in the Ravenclaw bar

Books books book... (Open RP in, yes, the library)

Pi Day [Open RP]

Application for Gwendal from Kyo Kara Maoh

Application: Starman, Justice Society/Legion of Super-Heroes

::It's the Matt and Near Show!::

[Open RP] Happy Valentine's Day, suckers!

Application for Mia Fey, Phoenix Wright / Gyakuten Saiban game series

Owls, all warded

Missing People Return [AKA The return of a mun]

Application: Pearl Fey, Phoenix Wright game series