[identity profile] i-wuv-pink.livejournal.com
*Lana, Dr. Wilson, and Ran in Montparnasse's body are going on a little shopping trip. Some nice new clothes should make this old body feel a lot better!*

*Lana waits until Dr. Wilson returns with House's Vicodin, which she's not going to take unless she's desperate. New shoes should make this body feel a lot better than drugs ever could! Once he's back, she takes a bit of the Floo Powder Ran found, tosses it in the fireplace and, hobbling a bit with the cane (she really doesn't have the technique down properly) steps into the fireplace and yells*

The Leaky Cauldron!

*Once Ran and Dr. Wilson have joined her there, they'll temporarily leave the Wizarding world and pay a nice long visit to Savile Row*
[identity profile] shadow-charmer.livejournal.com
Montparnasse was never one to care about time. Being a loafer did not require one to wake at any particular hour. So, when he heard the glaring blast of a clock radio, he was more puzzled than annoyed. Since when did he have one of those next to his bed? And how are they turned off? He groaned and reached over to his nightstand where there should have been a knife. Loud noises deserve no mercy, after all. Eyes still closed, his hand encountered the offending clock, but no knife. Somewhat vexed, he opened them and was shocked to see that the walls had changed color overnight. Instead of the tasteful silver and green, they were covered with gaudy red and gold. Sniffing at his offensive surroundings, he looked at the radio in his hand. Something seemed wrong, but he couldn't quite place it. The room looked different, yes, but it was poisson d'avril, and he wouldn't put it past someone in his house to have changed it as a joke. No, that wasn't the problem, he decided. His hand had changed as well. Montparnasse sprinted for the bathroom.

It wasn't all that different. Being feminine to begin with made it much easier to actually be female. Dressing was difficult, as there didn't seem to be anything around without dots or stripes, but he had managed to locate a relatively normal pair of trousers and a minimally painful shirt. Things, he decided, could have been worse. He didn't know who this figure belonged to, but he found that all of his anger could be easily resolved. Grinning with his new mouth, he picked up the alarm clock and proceeded to smash it against the wall.
[identity profile] bestkogalever.livejournal.com
Once again, Ran rolled over, not feeling very comfortable in what she believed was her bed. There was something off here, as she reached out for the clock-radio by the bed (Ran was a firm believer of starting the day with a band, even if others in the Gryffindor girl's dorm didn't like listening to high-pitched singing girls). All she felt was a firm wood surface, with a floral vase and a hat on it. She sighed, annoyedly, as she sat up in her bed.

"Stole my..." As soon as she started talking, she shut up. ... Did her voice get deeper? She spoke again, "Huh," still surprised at the slightly lower octaves her voice was at. Ran got up, and began to yell, "Alright, whoever hexed me last night is going to get, as soon as I find out!" As she yelled, she looked around the dorm, which looked different. The red and gold colorization was gone, replaced with green and silver. Even her bed, usually covered in pink and yellow blankets and fluffy pillows... Well, was replaced by one of white and red, with fluffy pillows.

"And you'd better give back my sheets! ... And changing the colorization of the room, real laugh riot!" She still shouted, as she walked around the room, looking for someone to yell at. No one looked really familiar, in fact... Was that a guy just leaving? Oh no. What was going on?

Ran walked out of the dorm, heading for the bathroom. As she glanced around, she kept on muttering, "What the... That wasn't there... Where's the wall-hangings?" She looked into the bathroom mirror, finally, then she turned quiet.

Throughout Slytherin, everyone could hear what sounded like Montparnasse scream, "I'M A MAN!" a pause, then "A REALLY PRETTY MAN!"

Ran rubbed her eyes, as she looked at her reflection. "Oh, hell no, no no no..." She muttered. She splashed her face with cold water, then kept on looking at herself. "What the hell is this? What do I do?" Was she stuck like this? She frowned at the aspect of that. A kogal, stuck like this! As a man, even if he looked more like a bishounen than most men she'd seen at the school. She looked at her hair, well the hair on the body.

If she was going to have to stay in this body... Well, she may as well do some maintinance on it. An hour later, she left the bathroom, Montparnasse's hair curled and dyed to oblivion. She walked back to the room, and changed into the brightest clothes she could find for Montparnasse (clashing be damned. She was stuck in a man's body! It didn't matter if she was going mix-and-match at this point), then left the room to the common-room.

((Open RP for anyone in Slytherin. :D))
[identity profile] harrylives.livejournal.com
((OOC: sorry this is so late, I got distracted. Stoopid Real Life.))

It's 8 o'clock, and it's time for those invited to meet at the Robot Devil's classroom for DA/duelling club/amateur Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Harry has moved all the desks back against the walls and pulled the chairs forward into a circle. There is also a large pile of cushions to one side and a stack of DADA books up the front. He paces around the room, nervously.

((OOC: this is open to all those Harry contacted about the club, their friends and anyone who feels like gate crashing. It is in a 'public' classroom, so feel free to show up if you want to.))
[identity profile] conriocht.livejournal.com
The bar is stocked, there's dance music on the gramophone (or Lupin's idea of dance music, which is mostly old swing 78's), and he's wearing his best suit, which will no doubt be completely sodden with liquor by the end of the evening. The house elves have outdone themselves with an array of hor d'oeuvres laid out beautifully on plates set up around the common room. Lupin straightens his tie, takes a swig of Captain Sparrow's rum (which he's become strangely fond of), and waits for the guests to arrive.
[identity profile] justice--friend.livejournal.com
Or is he just crazy? )

((Yes, Open RP. And the RP needs more crack. Far far too much angst recently.))
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
Same owl sent to Ran, Hawkeye, Door, Caesar, Susan. )

True to his word, Ryuuji had seated himself near the back of the library, at a table near a window. A few books were spread out in front of him, open to pages of illustrations and the boy was listing off possible plants on a piece of paper. An annotated copy of the riddle was on his left side, certain words scribbled over in red and others highlighted. Italian plants were his best bet, so he was currently going through them by region.
[identity profile] bestkogalever.livejournal.com
Fordichi! <3 <3 <3

Ford, you wonderful hunk of a GL, you! Please, please please come out with me tonight! I know all of the awesome hot-spots in the area, and we can have a helluvah time out! :D Come on, bring your towel! (Heck, we can go try to find someplace to swim, and you can show me that hot bod of yours. ^_-) It'll be my treat, BTW. (It'll be worth paying for once, to get out with ya'.)

Or we can go to a bar. You like bars, don't you? (Just so long as I don't drink... Hey! You can join a drinking contest! And I bow to your out-drinking mad skillz!) Come on... Send me back an owl, when you get it!

***RAN-PYON***

((Attached to the owl, there's a magic-based mix-record with... Well, it's a lot of hyper-happy Japanese pop music. Make of it as you will.))
[identity profile] bestkogalever.livejournal.com
Hunting )

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