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charlesofdensen.livejournal.com( From Ofdensen To Dethklok )
( From Ofdensen To the Shoggies )
( From Ofdensen To Smaug )
( From Sweden to Pippi )
( From Sweden to Skwisgaar )
Turlough, well, he still needed some time to get his gift together.
( From Ofdensen To the Shoggies )
( From Ofdensen To Smaug )
( From Sweden to Pippi )
( From Sweden to Skwisgaar )
Turlough, well, he still needed some time to get his gift together.
De-hiatusing post and open RP!
Aug. 20th, 2009 12:59 pmtoujours-sirius.livejournal.comIt may or may not have been coincidental, but at almost the exact same time, eight figures walked through the front door of Hogwarts and into the Entrance Hall. Well, seven walked. The eighth blibbled.
( The godfather, the reluctant hero, and the marshmallow )
( The rhinoceros )
( The jokester )
( The swan )
( The boss and the receptionist )
((Time to officially end my unofficial hiatus! Please feel free to throw your characters at any or all of these guys, gals, and marshamallowy-type creatures! Emmie Silvey is still on hiatus, but I will bring her back in a separate post sometime in the nearish future. :) ))
( The godfather, the reluctant hero, and the marshmallow )
( The rhinoceros )
( The jokester )
( The swan )
( The boss and the receptionist )
((Time to officially end my unofficial hiatus! Please feel free to throw your characters at any or all of these guys, gals, and marshamallowy-type creatures! Emmie Silvey is still on hiatus, but I will bring her back in a separate post sometime in the nearish future. :) ))
nordic-stoic.livejournal.com((So naturally I give myself permission to app another Hetalia character, and France-mun did the same. In capslock, even.))
((And feel free to nudge me if you don't understand. Sweden mumbles.))
The blond man's hammer came down upon the table before he realized that this wasn't his carpentry. His head shot up in confusion.
"Tino? P'ter?" No one answered his call, except for a poking Dictaquill.
( 'plicat'n? For what? )
((And feel free to nudge me if you don't understand. Sweden mumbles.))
The blond man's hammer came down upon the table before he realized that this wasn't his carpentry. His head shot up in confusion.
"Tino? P'ter?" No one answered his call, except for a poking Dictaquill.
( 'plicat'n? For what? )
gourmetchairman.livejournal.comWhich, the mun decided, took place on the 11th, so as not to interfere with the sex bomb plot.
It was a most unusual battle, certainly. After all, children did not normally battle in Kitchen Stadium.
However, it wasn't every day that Kaga found two willing participants.
Pippi Longstocking and Rika Furude battled against each other for the right to be called 'Chibi Iron Chef', an honorary title, but a title nonetheless.
As they were so young, Kaga summoned two of hisminions chefs, Iron Chef Tako and Iron Chef Dwight Schrute, to assist the challengers. Iron Chef Schrute assisted and advised Pippi Longstocking, and Iron Chef Tako assisted Rika Furude.
Kaga unveiled the theme ingredient to be bananas, chosen for their kid-friendliness (and cause he loves bananas).
Furude managed to convince Tako to help her a little more than necessary (and technically more than the rules allowed), but she looked so cute and innocent she got away with it. Tako, for his part, insisted on adding plenty of nutmeg to the dishes. (He also had a bit of a fanboy: Beowulf showed up to be very loud and cheer Tako on.)
Longstocking made a mess, but surprisingly her pet monkey Mr. Nilssen was a well trained cook as well. Not to mention her guinea pig to her mostly dessert laden dishes. (Not that Kaga was complaining.)thankfully She mostly ignored her adviser's help and worked independently.
Her dishes consisted of:
Banana bread with whipped cream and strawberries, a cake built of pancakes with bananas and chocolate syrup and more whipped cream between the layers, and banana pudding!
Five judges judged instead of the usual four, to avoid a tie. Among the judges were the archangel Michael, a wanderer named Ginko, and Princess Peach had been invited back. (Gotta fill the Bimbo du Jour quota, after all).
In the end, it was a close match but Pippi Longstocking won, 3-2, to take the title Chibi Iron Chef.
[[OOC: All permissions given by the respective muns. They also get partial credit for adding details. Hooray for Pippi!]]
It was a most unusual battle, certainly. After all, children did not normally battle in Kitchen Stadium.
However, it wasn't every day that Kaga found two willing participants.
Pippi Longstocking and Rika Furude battled against each other for the right to be called 'Chibi Iron Chef', an honorary title, but a title nonetheless.
As they were so young, Kaga summoned two of his
Kaga unveiled the theme ingredient to be bananas, chosen for their kid-friendliness (and cause he loves bananas).
Furude managed to convince Tako to help her a little more than necessary (and technically more than the rules allowed), but she looked so cute and innocent she got away with it. Tako, for his part, insisted on adding plenty of nutmeg to the dishes. (He also had a bit of a fanboy: Beowulf showed up to be very loud and cheer Tako on.)
Longstocking made a mess, but surprisingly her pet monkey Mr. Nilssen was a well trained cook as well. Not to mention her guinea pig to her mostly dessert laden dishes. (Not that Kaga was complaining.)
Her dishes consisted of:
Banana bread with whipped cream and strawberries, a cake built of pancakes with bananas and chocolate syrup and more whipped cream between the layers, and banana pudding!
Five judges judged instead of the usual four, to avoid a tie. Among the judges were the archangel Michael, a wanderer named Ginko, and Princess Peach had been invited back. (Gotta fill the Bimbo du Jour quota, after all).
In the end, it was a close match but Pippi Longstocking won, 3-2, to take the title Chibi Iron Chef.
[[OOC: All permissions given by the respective muns. They also get partial credit for adding details. Hooray for Pippi!]]
Owls for the Chibi Iron Chef battle
Jun. 19th, 2009 02:06 pmgourmetchairman.livejournal.com( Owl to Pippi Longstocking )
( Owl to Rika Furude )
( Owls to Tako and Dwight Schrute )
[[OOC: Also, the five of us need to get together and decide if and when we should do this thing. I am not opposed to handwaving it and just posting the results, for the record]]
( Owl to Rika Furude )
( Owls to Tako and Dwight Schrute )
[[OOC: Also, the five of us need to get together and decide if and when we should do this thing. I am not opposed to handwaving it and just posting the results, for the record]]
[Open RP] Secret Santa
Dec. 27th, 2008 11:24 amwoocha.livejournal.comAs a certain manager muttered as he left the room, Wishbone dragged the last of the decorations in.
Today was the day everyone got their Secret Santa gifts! And Wishbone had even gotten the house elves to make food for everyone, including him!
Each present was clearly labeled with who it was for.
Wishbone looked around at the setup. Not bad, very Christmasy. Then he dug in to find his, dragging it out and tearing into it.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy...
[[OOC: Gifts are here.
Today was the day everyone got their Secret Santa gifts! And Wishbone had even gotten the house elves to make food for everyone, including him!
Each present was clearly labeled with who it was for.
Wishbone looked around at the setup. Not bad, very Christmasy. Then he dug in to find his, dragging it out and tearing into it.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy...
[[OOC: Gifts are here.
Tags:
- a,
- alan grant,
- amaranth,
- beowulf,
- brienne of tarth,
- chairman kaga,
- daisy buchanan,
- dwight schrute,
- george weasley,
- james bond,
- jorgen krogshoj,
- laura palmer,
- lezard valeth,
- lola sanchez,
- luna lovegood,
- mail jeevas,
- matilda wormwood,
- meg murry,
- miles vorkosigan,
- nemi montoya,
- olympia binewski,
- pippi longstocking,
- rika furude,
- ron weasley,
- rp,
- sanada yukimura,
- severus snape,
- silmeria valkyrie,
- soichiro yagami,
- steff johnson,
- vesper lynd,
- vislor turlough,
- wishbone
Flying Office Hours ((Open RP))
Nov. 12th, 2008 07:57 pmdungbombsrule.livejournal.comMister Weasley was holding his office hour, which were set at "Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays from after lunch until mid-afternoonish". Ron would thus be in his office until the weather changed or until he was hungry again.
( Quidditch: For Muggles Too! )
( Quidditch: For Muggles Too! )
Exploring the halls... Open RP
Jul. 5th, 2008 12:24 am11assumption21.livejournal.comWhile Walter had been fine with staying away from people for the most part, there's still that childish curiosity to him that wanted to explore this new world. After doing nothing significant since his arrival, Walter finally gives into that part of himself that takes the form of his childhood self, literally. The annoying thing about this is that, while Walter is aware of his other side, little Walter is innocent ignorant to what the normal Walter did and does.
So now, here's this little kid roaming through the halls of Hogwarts, lost and afraid.
So now, here's this little kid roaming through the halls of Hogwarts, lost and afraid.
Inspecting the Halls ((Open RP))
Jun. 29th, 2008 05:31 amnoseymaddie.livejournal.comMaddie Magellan, now resident of Slytherin, found herself in an awkward position upon leaving the Sorting Room. The halls were unmarked. And, there were murderers in this school to be wary of. And, even those who were helpful were rather skittish.
And, she could really use a drink. Cabernet, a nice red wine. Yes, that's what she wanted. Or maybe something stronger? A pint? Maybe both.
But, this was a school, and though one of the questions had been about naming a bar, she seriously doubted a school would have such a convenience.
Then, one of the pictures across from here caught her eye. They were moving. No, that couldn't be right. Paintings didn't move.
Or maybe they did here.
"Bugger all, I need a drink."
And, she could really use a drink. Cabernet, a nice red wine. Yes, that's what she wanted. Or maybe something stronger? A pint? Maybe both.
But, this was a school, and though one of the questions had been about naming a bar, she seriously doubted a school would have such a convenience.
Then, one of the pictures across from here caught her eye. They were moving. No, that couldn't be right. Paintings didn't move.
Or maybe they did here.
"Bugger all, I need a drink."
makeminemayday.livejournal.com((Hey all - posting this NOW for the people across the pond. Secret Santa is still open, but due to shower lines, packing, traffic and a tyrannical 5-year-old, I have NO IDEA when I'll be home. Use it to mingle. May/Jaime/Tomo will be tagging sometime later tonight, I just can't say when.))
Decorations? Check.
Enough food and drink to feed an army? Check.
Slightly annoyed house elves because May hadn't let them risk their necks decorating the Great Hall (hey, sticking to walls could come in handy when you were hanging garlands)? Check.
Well, things looked good, May mused as she adjusted the hem of her red sweater dress and the Christmas light necklace she was wearing.
Nobody involved in the Secret Santa exchange had complained, not even Tomo (or Tomo'svictim recipient). She literally jumped over a pair of house elves carrying trays as the first few people started trickling in, waving to them. "Hi, come on in! Merry Christmas!"
((Backdated to Christmas Day, of course! Secret Santa participants are expected to show up with one more gift for the recipient and to unmask themselves. Make sure that everyone who participated in the Secret Santa exchange has started a thread. Look for the thread of the person your character gave gifts to, and have them reveal/introduce themselves.
This is NOT just for Secret Santa stuff, of course, it's open to the whole school. Be warned, though, if anybody starts a physical fight in the Great Hall, Mayday will DEFINITELY try to break it up or get you to take it outside. Especially after what happened last year. Please make an OOC note if you don't want her to notice.))
Decorations? Check.
Enough food and drink to feed an army? Check.
Slightly annoyed house elves because May hadn't let them risk their necks decorating the Great Hall (hey, sticking to walls could come in handy when you were hanging garlands)? Check.
Well, things looked good, May mused as she adjusted the hem of her red sweater dress and the Christmas light necklace she was wearing.
Nobody involved in the Secret Santa exchange had complained, not even Tomo (or Tomo's
((Backdated to Christmas Day, of course! Secret Santa participants are expected to show up with one more gift for the recipient and to unmask themselves. Make sure that everyone who participated in the Secret Santa exchange has started a thread. Look for the thread of the person your character gave gifts to, and have them reveal/introduce themselves.
This is NOT just for Secret Santa stuff, of course, it's open to the whole school. Be warned, though, if anybody starts a physical fight in the Great Hall, Mayday will DEFINITELY try to break it up or get you to take it outside. Especially after what happened last year. Please make an OOC note if you don't want her to notice.))
Tags:
- aayla secura,
- all school,
- archangel michael,
- benton fraser,
- brenda amparo,
- brice de winter,
- carrie white,
- george king,
- jack hodgins,
- jaime reyes,
- laura palmer,
- lola sanchez,
- maia,
- mayday parker,
- mel beeby,
- mohinder suresh,
- petulia gristle,
- pippi longstocking,
- ray kowalski,
- rp,
- russel tringham,
- sidney reilly,
- stephanie brown,
- yoda
Open RP: A Little Morning Singing.
Dec. 13th, 2007 11:36 pmpippithepirate.livejournal.com((For more information about Lucia day, go here. For a complete, approximate translation of the song in the video, go here. Who said RPs weren't educational?))
It was December 13th, and it was very, very early in the morning. In the Gryffindor common room, silence roamed.
For now.
Pippi had been busy for a few days now. Mostly she had been in the kitchen, baking and preparing for this day, which was a rather big day where she came from. Now she was ready enough. She had taken her hair out of their braids, which she only did on important events such as this, and it would have stood out like a lion's mane around her head if she hadn't been wearing a Lucia crown pressing it down. She was dressed in one of her dad's old night shirts, which she'd needed to put up with safety pins to keep from dragging on the floor, and was very pleased with the way she was capable of striding in it. It looked very Lucia, she thought.
She'd made a large pot of coffee, charmed by House-elves to never run out, and had loaded a huge tray full of saffron buns and ginger snaps. Home-baked of course. Now she was completely ready to spread Christmas joy through the castle, and nothing was going to stop her!
Pippi was alone in her parade. She'd tried to coach Mr. Nilsson into joining, had even made him a little star boy hat to wear so he wouldn't feel left out, but the monkey had no inclination to sit on her shoulder when she had burning candles on her head, and had opted for sleep instead. Ah well.
The girl hoisted up her tray without difficulty and started singing. And although there was only one of her, she sang loudly enough for several.
"Night walks with a heavy step / Round yard and hearth / As the sun departs from earth / Shadows are brooding..."
((If you want to have Pippi wake your character up with loud singing and coffee and saffron buns in bed at some ungodly hour, or just meet her parading in the corridors, then comment! She's going to walk around the entire castle with her tray.))
It was December 13th, and it was very, very early in the morning. In the Gryffindor common room, silence roamed.
For now.
Pippi had been busy for a few days now. Mostly she had been in the kitchen, baking and preparing for this day, which was a rather big day where she came from. Now she was ready enough. She had taken her hair out of their braids, which she only did on important events such as this, and it would have stood out like a lion's mane around her head if she hadn't been wearing a Lucia crown pressing it down. She was dressed in one of her dad's old night shirts, which she'd needed to put up with safety pins to keep from dragging on the floor, and was very pleased with the way she was capable of striding in it. It looked very Lucia, she thought.
She'd made a large pot of coffee, charmed by House-elves to never run out, and had loaded a huge tray full of saffron buns and ginger snaps. Home-baked of course. Now she was completely ready to spread Christmas joy through the castle, and nothing was going to stop her!
Pippi was alone in her parade. She'd tried to coach Mr. Nilsson into joining, had even made him a little star boy hat to wear so he wouldn't feel left out, but the monkey had no inclination to sit on her shoulder when she had burning candles on her head, and had opted for sleep instead. Ah well.
The girl hoisted up her tray without difficulty and started singing. And although there was only one of her, she sang loudly enough for several.
"Night walks with a heavy step / Round yard and hearth / As the sun departs from earth / Shadows are brooding..."
((If you want to have Pippi wake your character up with loud singing and coffee and saffron buns in bed at some ungodly hour, or just meet her parading in the corridors, then comment! She's going to walk around the entire castle with her tray.))
callmewednesday.livejournal.com(( note, 11/21: I've been feeling under the weather, and thus slow with the tags, but I will get back to everyone's tags! Feel free to toss people at Wednesday. Today is, after all, his day.))
Folds of air shimmered as though an invisible curtain had billowed. Somehow, ineffably, they parted; and a well-dressed man of somewhat indeterminate age stepped into the Sorting Room, a blast of chill surrounding him but quickly dissipating.
He wasn't young, but he didn't look old-old. Certainly he didn't look anywhere near his actual age, and that was a thing he wasn't likely to expound upon, not right off the bat. His hair was fair, the ruddy blonde you see in some Scandinavians, now gone mostly to gray; his eyes, too, were gray, a gray that might put one in mind of flint, or of ice. He wore a pale suit of a clearly expensive make and cut, and he wore it with the ease that suggested this was not just an interview suit. On the other hand, he didn't seem averse to being interviewed, as the Hat declaimed the questions and he allowed the Dictaquill to write down his answers.
Mostly, he seemed amused.
"You'll want to know what to call me. I've had many names. You here can call me Wednesday. Mister Wednesday, if you want to be polite, and I find courtesy often advisable among new acquaintances."
( He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru / You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan / Designed and directed by his red right hand )
(( the strictly OOC disclaimer:
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Wednesday.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Wednesday.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Wednesday. ))
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Wednesday."
Folds of air shimmered as though an invisible curtain had billowed. Somehow, ineffably, they parted; and a well-dressed man of somewhat indeterminate age stepped into the Sorting Room, a blast of chill surrounding him but quickly dissipating.
He wasn't young, but he didn't look old-old. Certainly he didn't look anywhere near his actual age, and that was a thing he wasn't likely to expound upon, not right off the bat. His hair was fair, the ruddy blonde you see in some Scandinavians, now gone mostly to gray; his eyes, too, were gray, a gray that might put one in mind of flint, or of ice. He wore a pale suit of a clearly expensive make and cut, and he wore it with the ease that suggested this was not just an interview suit. On the other hand, he didn't seem averse to being interviewed, as the Hat declaimed the questions and he allowed the Dictaquill to write down his answers.
Mostly, he seemed amused.
"You'll want to know what to call me. I've had many names. You here can call me Wednesday. Mister Wednesday, if you want to be polite, and I find courtesy often advisable among new acquaintances."
( He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru / You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan / Designed and directed by his red right hand )
(( the strictly OOC disclaimer:
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Wednesday.
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Wednesday.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Wednesday. ))
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Wednesday."
bantersucks.livejournal.comAfter sending out a quick owl, Jaime headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was still early, so he got some breakfast and scarfed it down in peace.
By the time most people made it down for breakfast, they would see him sitting at the Gryffindor table with a small stack of books, leafing thoughtfully through one that had a lot of handwritten notes in the margins. This book in question was not magical, but no less important. He wasn't sure how it had appeared at Hogwarts with a lot of his belongings, but right now he wasn't questioning it.
He was so absorbed in the book that he might not immediately notice if someone approached him.
((Open RP - he's there to meet Lola, but anyone else can bug him, pun intended. I'll pretend all other conversations happen before Lola shows. Or just use this post to mingle among yourselves!))
By the time most people made it down for breakfast, they would see him sitting at the Gryffindor table with a small stack of books, leafing thoughtfully through one that had a lot of handwritten notes in the margins. This book in question was not magical, but no less important. He wasn't sure how it had appeared at Hogwarts with a lot of his belongings, but right now he wasn't questioning it.
He was so absorbed in the book that he might not immediately notice if someone approached him.
((Open RP - he's there to meet Lola, but anyone else can bug him, pun intended. I'll pretend all other conversations happen before Lola shows. Or just use this post to mingle among yourselves!))
pippithepirate.livejournal.com((Fake cut-tag leads to Pippi's journal, in which she meets a sparkly vampire! Pippi's favourite song is in fact her own themesong, in the original Swedish, thank you VERY much. =D Feel free to let you characters come across Pippi when she's grooming her newfound horse!))
( She’s got a smile that it seems to me / Reminds me of childhood memories / Where everything / Was as fresh as the bright blue sky )
* * *
So was it that Pippi Longstocking rode up to Hogwarts castle, whistling her favourite tune (since it was about her, of course it was her favourite!) loudly enough for anyone to hear. Her horse, white with black dots, took this with apparent calm, being well used to his mistress whistling while on his back, and Mr. Nilsson also seemed happy that things had finally returned to normal.
A House-elf scurried out, eying the horse in wonderment before bowing deeply to Pippi, wondering in her squeaky voice if there was anything the girl wanted.
Pippi thought about it. “Yeah,” she said finally. “A bag of oats, lots of hay, a brush and comb for grooming my horse, a tub of water, some sugar cubes, aaand... an apple!”
She was going to spoil Little Old Man, oh yes indeedy! There was much work to be done here. She wondered if this place had a porch. Little Old Man was used to living on a porch, and maybe a stable would make him nervous. …Then again Pippi could always carry him into the Gryffindor common room and let him stay there. Maybe he’d think it was too stuffy, though. And maybe he’d eat all the red curtains and things. Hm.
Several House-elves appeared with the desired objects, and Pippi thanked them with a bright grin before getting to work. She took a death-defying leap off the horse, dragging the tub of water over for him to drink from and piled up a bale of hay for him to eat, putting the horsey treats away until after she was done grooming.
“Off with you, Mr. Nilsson, I’m gonna groom until I’m all groomed out!” she announced cheerfully and shooed the monkey off Little Old Man’s back.
Then Pippi began to remove all the dirt from her horse, who was munching away merrily and occasionally closed his eyes in the enjoyment of being looked after. As so often, Pippi began to sing while working.
“Hello little horsey / You are so sweet of course-y / You are a real good pal, you / The best pal one could have...”
( She’s got a smile that it seems to me / Reminds me of childhood memories / Where everything / Was as fresh as the bright blue sky )
* * *
So was it that Pippi Longstocking rode up to Hogwarts castle, whistling her favourite tune (since it was about her, of course it was her favourite!) loudly enough for anyone to hear. Her horse, white with black dots, took this with apparent calm, being well used to his mistress whistling while on his back, and Mr. Nilsson also seemed happy that things had finally returned to normal.
A House-elf scurried out, eying the horse in wonderment before bowing deeply to Pippi, wondering in her squeaky voice if there was anything the girl wanted.
Pippi thought about it. “Yeah,” she said finally. “A bag of oats, lots of hay, a brush and comb for grooming my horse, a tub of water, some sugar cubes, aaand... an apple!”
She was going to spoil Little Old Man, oh yes indeedy! There was much work to be done here. She wondered if this place had a porch. Little Old Man was used to living on a porch, and maybe a stable would make him nervous. …Then again Pippi could always carry him into the Gryffindor common room and let him stay there. Maybe he’d think it was too stuffy, though. And maybe he’d eat all the red curtains and things. Hm.
Several House-elves appeared with the desired objects, and Pippi thanked them with a bright grin before getting to work. She took a death-defying leap off the horse, dragging the tub of water over for him to drink from and piled up a bale of hay for him to eat, putting the horsey treats away until after she was done grooming.
“Off with you, Mr. Nilsson, I’m gonna groom until I’m all groomed out!” she announced cheerfully and shooed the monkey off Little Old Man’s back.
Then Pippi began to remove all the dirt from her horse, who was munching away merrily and occasionally closed his eyes in the enjoyment of being looked after. As so often, Pippi began to sing while working.
“Hello little horsey / You are so sweet of course-y / You are a real good pal, you / The best pal one could have...”
Tags:
OOC: Hiatus notice.
Jul. 5th, 2007 07:27 pmangelicbadboy.livejournal.comSince I am about to get company from the Land of Wonder (AKA America), I am going on hiatus, starting tomorrow and continuing for a bit. The company leaves on the 17th, but the day after I'm going on holiday with my family. Estland, baby! I'll be back to my regularly scheduled RPing on the 23rd. I'll still be checking my email (josefin at ingenting dot se, in case you were curious) and will reply if you want me anything.
IC reasons for absence (this is the fun part).
Pippi has had quite anough of this, thank you very much, and has gone out to the Forbidden Forest to find her horse. Really. He's been there ages. She will return, triumphant, with Little Old Man.
Edward is, to the surprise of no one, lying on his bed and remembering wistfully what Bella smells like.
Brice took Mel out to dinner. Yesterday. They're still not back. Hmm.
Lola is baby-sitting Twoey for Brice, and is considering having her own birthday party soon.
Bombalurina, pleased with her recent photo-shoot, is waiting eagerly to examine her pictures and se that yes, she is one fine-looking woman.
Indigo went to the library and found books about Aurors. He now wants to become one, so he's practising wand movements in his room. And makes curry sandwiches for Rose at random intervals.
Quaxo is cleaning his room, or Mistoffelees has threatened to ground him.
And Michael is still in the Sorting Room, giving out pastries to everyone that approaches him.
IC reasons for absence (this is the fun part).
Pippi has had quite anough of this, thank you very much, and has gone out to the Forbidden Forest to find her horse. Really. He's been there ages. She will return, triumphant, with Little Old Man.
Edward is, to the surprise of no one, lying on his bed and remembering wistfully what Bella smells like.
Brice took Mel out to dinner. Yesterday. They're still not back. Hmm.
Lola is baby-sitting Twoey for Brice, and is considering having her own birthday party soon.
Bombalurina, pleased with her recent photo-shoot, is waiting eagerly to examine her pictures and se that yes, she is one fine-looking woman.
Indigo went to the library and found books about Aurors. He now wants to become one, so he's practising wand movements in his room. And makes curry sandwiches for Rose at random intervals.
Quaxo is cleaning his room, or Mistoffelees has threatened to ground him.
And Michael is still in the Sorting Room, giving out pastries to everyone that approaches him.
nemofound.livejournal.comNemo, wearing his human-boy form, sat on the floor of the Great Hall with a stack of paper and a large box of crayons which Domino the house elf had gotten for him. He was busily drawing away, and the orange crayon especially was getting rather worn. He had Pippi Longstocking's cookies biscuits beside him in a large basket, and from time to time Nemo reached into the basket and munched on one. (Domino had cast a freshening charm to ensure that they would not go stale before Nemo ate them all.)
Furryfurrysoft the tribble was out of her cage, and she and Orca the kitty were curled up together, napping on her blanket on the floor beside Nemo.
At last, Nemo heard footsteps and looked up.
"Oh, hello!" he said.
((I'll be rather out-and-about this weekend, but happy to RP whenever I'm at the keyboard, and who cares if it takes a while to finish a story!))
Furryfurrysoft the tribble was out of her cage, and she and Orca the kitty were curled up together, napping on her blanket on the floor beside Nemo.
At last, Nemo heard footsteps and looked up.
"Oh, hello!" he said.
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pippithepirate.livejournal.com((Backdated to the Tuesday after this exchange of owls.))
Pippi was in a pretty good mood. Granted, she usually was. Except when she was sad, obviously, but she preferred to focus on good things right now... It was more fun anyway. One of these good things was an impending trip to Hogsmeade with Sirius and Lily, two of her favourite people (she had a lot of favourite people), and right now she was on her way to the kitchens to make pancakes with the latter. Special ones! Pippi had never made quite so special pancakes before, though Tommy and Annika had remarked several times on her... slightly peculiar ways of making this particular treat.
No, she was not going to think about Tommy and Annika. Otherwise she'd just end up missing them an awful lot, and that wouldn't do. Instead she focused on the stern talking-to she was giving the monkey on her shoulder as she walked. Well, walked and walked... She was mostly skipping, occasionally taking a huge pirate leap over a crack in the floor, but she managed to keep a monologue up anyway.
"Now, Mr. Nilsson, you have to be very polite and not steal any of the pancakes. Remember how we talked about this before? I know you're useless at being proper, but you have to try this time. There'll be monkey pancakes for you, if you behave."
Mr. Nilsson made an affirmative - or at least that was how Pippi chose to interpret it - sound and tilted his head. The girl nodded, pleased.
She knew the way to the kitchens, having been there before making biscuits, and knew exactly how to get in. She tickled the pear, it giggled, and she poked her redhaired head in through the opening, a wide, dimpled grin spreading over her freckly face.
"Hello in the kitchens!" she called out in a loud voice.
Pippi was in a pretty good mood. Granted, she usually was. Except when she was sad, obviously, but she preferred to focus on good things right now... It was more fun anyway. One of these good things was an impending trip to Hogsmeade with Sirius and Lily, two of her favourite people (she had a lot of favourite people), and right now she was on her way to the kitchens to make pancakes with the latter. Special ones! Pippi had never made quite so special pancakes before, though Tommy and Annika had remarked several times on her... slightly peculiar ways of making this particular treat.
No, she was not going to think about Tommy and Annika. Otherwise she'd just end up missing them an awful lot, and that wouldn't do. Instead she focused on the stern talking-to she was giving the monkey on her shoulder as she walked. Well, walked and walked... She was mostly skipping, occasionally taking a huge pirate leap over a crack in the floor, but she managed to keep a monologue up anyway.
"Now, Mr. Nilsson, you have to be very polite and not steal any of the pancakes. Remember how we talked about this before? I know you're useless at being proper, but you have to try this time. There'll be monkey pancakes for you, if you behave."
Mr. Nilsson made an affirmative - or at least that was how Pippi chose to interpret it - sound and tilted his head. The girl nodded, pleased.
She knew the way to the kitchens, having been there before making biscuits, and knew exactly how to get in. She tickled the pear, it giggled, and she poked her redhaired head in through the opening, a wide, dimpled grin spreading over her freckly face.
"Hello in the kitchens!" she called out in a loud voice.
lilypotter60.livejournal.com((Backdated to Tuesday and takes place directly after Pippi and Lily make pancakes.))
( I need to laugh and when the sun is out/I've got something I can laugh about/I feel good in a special way/I'm in love and it's a sunny day )
( I need to laugh and when the sun is out/I've got something I can laugh about/I feel good in a special way/I'm in love and it's a sunny day )
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rosecasson asked for this, and who am I to deny her anything?))
(Little bitty pretty one / Come on and talk-a to me)
( Owls to Rose Casson, Nemo, Squee, Sirius, Lily, Strong Sad, Yuuri and Wolfram, from Pippi. )
( Owl to Mel Beeby, from Brice. )
rosecasson asked for this, and who am I to deny her anything?))(Little bitty pretty one / Come on and talk-a to me)
( Owls to Rose Casson, Nemo, Squee, Sirius, Lily, Strong Sad, Yuuri and Wolfram, from Pippi. )
( Owl to Mel Beeby, from Brice. )
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