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More gifts to go around
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themountie.livejournal.com((Backdated to Christmas!))
Fraser had been on leave since November, and he was going completely stir-crazy. With absolutely nothing better to do, he'd gotten a little gift-crazy. As usual, he'd preferred to make his presents by hand; this had proved to be his salvation for the last month.
And so on Christmas morning, a veritable flock of owls went out.
( Owl to Ray Kowalski )
( Owl to Stephanie Brown )
( Owl to Lily Evans )
( Owl to Agent Dale Cooper )
( Owl to Dr. Jack Hodgins )
( Owl to Dwight K. Schrute )
( Identical owls to Captain Jack Harkness and Lieutenant Karrin Murphy )
( Owl to the mysterious spider-girl )
( Owl to Robin Goodfellow )
( [Sock] owls bearing gifts go out to Perry Cox, Mohinder Suresh, Francis Abernathy, and Robb Stark )
Fraser had been on leave since November, and he was going completely stir-crazy. With absolutely nothing better to do, he'd gotten a little gift-crazy. As usual, he'd preferred to make his presents by hand; this had proved to be his salvation for the last month.
And so on Christmas morning, a veritable flock of owls went out.
( Owl to Ray Kowalski )
( Owl to Stephanie Brown )
( Owl to Lily Evans )
( Owl to Agent Dale Cooper )
( Owl to Dr. Jack Hodgins )
( Owl to Dwight K. Schrute )
( Identical owls to Captain Jack Harkness and Lieutenant Karrin Murphy )
( Owl to the mysterious spider-girl )
( Owl to Robin Goodfellow )
( [Sock] owls bearing gifts go out to Perry Cox, Mohinder Suresh, Francis Abernathy, and Robb Stark )
c-macaulay.livejournal.com( Don't regret our ties / This endless flow / You take these fears / When you say they go / Your touch honey-smooth / Your shining calm / So what if blood's spilt / You're my light you're my balm )
(( OOC: There are two parts to this. One is the wedding bit itself, which will be played out by the principals in its own thread, which Camilla's account has already posted below.
The other is the reception/dinner afterward, and for that, feel free to start your own threads here. As S.A.R.A.H. decided, there isn't any assigned seating. Instead, there will be lots of round tables at which people can choose to seat themselves, eight chairs per table -- think of the more disorganized sort of awards banquet and you'll probably have a good idea. The house elves will bring people whatever kind of meal they prefer, with special instructions to bring Yoda a plate of nice twigs. Rather than one large cake there are tiered single-serving cakes in a variety of flavors, again at S.A.R.A.H.'s brilliant suggestion. [GJ, have we told you lately that we love you?]
Finally, characters who have not been invited can crash the reception. Just think of some reasonable explanation for why they've heard there's a wedding going on -- unless they're Homestar, who just sort of turns up places. ))
(( OOC: There are two parts to this. One is the wedding bit itself, which will be played out by the principals in its own thread, which Camilla's account has already posted below.
The other is the reception/dinner afterward, and for that, feel free to start your own threads here. As S.A.R.A.H. decided, there isn't any assigned seating. Instead, there will be lots of round tables at which people can choose to seat themselves, eight chairs per table -- think of the more disorganized sort of awards banquet and you'll probably have a good idea. The house elves will bring people whatever kind of meal they prefer, with special instructions to bring Yoda a plate of nice twigs. Rather than one large cake there are tiered single-serving cakes in a variety of flavors, again at S.A.R.A.H.'s brilliant suggestion. [GJ, have we told you lately that we love you?]
Finally, characters who have not been invited can crash the reception. Just think of some reasonable explanation for why they've heard there's a wedding going on -- unless they're Homestar, who just sort of turns up places. ))
Tags:
- alice cullen,
- bella swan,
- bunny corcoran,
- camilla macaulay,
- chance silvey,
- charles macaulay,
- dean winchester,
- edward cullen,
- francis abernathy,
- george weasley,
- henry winter,
- homestar runner,
- jadzia dax,
- john preston,
- john ryder,
- merlin,
- ofelia,
- robin goodfellow,
- rp,
- sam winchester,
- selvetarm,
- shaun riley,
- silas,
- susan sto helit,
- tomo takino,
- willow rosenberg,
- yoda
more invitations!
Nov. 3rd, 2007 07:35 pmc-macaulay.livejournal.com (( Dated just after Henry sends out his half of the invitations. ))
Invitations go out, identical save for the addressee's name, all of them hand-written (not by a Dictaquill; heaven forbid!) on a heavy smooth parchment, the wizarding equivalent of good stationery.
The following are the recipients:
Yoda
John Preston
Simkin
Bella Swan
Lestat de Lioncourt
Willow Rosenberg
Shaun Riley
Dean Winchester and Stephanie Brown (jointly, because Camilla still thinks they are a couple, but the invitation still says they can bring guests ...)
Robin Goodfellow
Geoffrey Tennant
( A simple and brief invitation )
Separate notes are sent out to a smaller group of people, to whom various additional allowances or apologies or explanations are owed:
( owl to Silas )
( owl to Susan Sto Helit )
( owl to Francis Abernathy )
( owl to Richard Papen )
( tiny animated stuffed gryphon to Charles Macaulay )
Invitations go out, identical save for the addressee's name, all of them hand-written (not by a Dictaquill; heaven forbid!) on a heavy smooth parchment, the wizarding equivalent of good stationery.
The following are the recipients:
Yoda
John Preston
Simkin
Bella Swan
Lestat de Lioncourt
Willow Rosenberg
Shaun Riley
Dean Winchester and Stephanie Brown (jointly, because Camilla still thinks they are a couple, but the invitation still says they can bring guests ...)
Robin Goodfellow
Geoffrey Tennant
( A simple and brief invitation )
Separate notes are sent out to a smaller group of people, to whom various additional allowances or apologies or explanations are owed:
( owl to Silas )
( owl to Susan Sto Helit )
( owl to Francis Abernathy )
( owl to Richard Papen )
( tiny animated stuffed gryphon to Charles Macaulay )
[Open RP] Time to find Puck
Sep. 16th, 2007 08:34 pmwoocha.livejournal.comSomeone had told Wishbone at his sorting that Puck (of Midsummer Night's Dream fame) was here at Hogwarts. Well, Wishbone just has to go fandog him.
Wishbone, of course, did not know how to find Puck. So his brilliant idea was to find an unfamiliar scent, follow it, and hope it's Puck. I never said it was a good brilliant idea.
[[I'd like Robin to come in sometime, but anyone's free to join in.]]
Wishbone, of course, did not know how to find Puck. So his brilliant idea was to find an unfamiliar scent, follow it, and hope it's Puck. I never said it was a good brilliant idea.
[[I'd like Robin to come in sometime, but anyone's free to join in.]]
girl-george.livejournal.com( Ice cream, ice cream / I like you! / Chocolate, Vanilla / Strawberry too! )
( Ice Cream and Note for Veronica Mars )
( Ice Cream and Note for Sasan )
( Ice Cream and Note for Matthew )
( Ice Cream and Note for Jaime )
( Ice Cream and Note for Yuuri )
( Ice Cream and Note for Claude )
( Ice Cream and Note for John Preston )
( Ice Cream and Note and Visitor for Robin )
( Ice Cream and Note for Veronica Mars )
( Ice Cream and Note for Sasan )
( Ice Cream and Note for Matthew )
( Ice Cream and Note for Jaime )
( Ice Cream and Note for Yuuri )
( Ice Cream and Note for Claude )
( Ice Cream and Note for John Preston )
( Ice Cream and Note and Visitor for Robin )
Application for Sasan, from So NoTORIous
Aug. 22nd, 2007 12:12 pmturnthenipsdown.livejournal.comOkay, this place? Effing huge. No really, the vaulted ceilings. Gorgeous woodwork up there, if Sasan should say so himself. The cobblestone floors? Tapestries and plush carpeting and guh. Totally... some past century or something. Medieval. Something like that. But compared to The Mansion, said with implied capitals for emphasis? Seriously, ew. Look at all the cobwebs in the upper corners. Practically inhabitable.
( Why was he here again? )
"I have read the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Sasan.
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Sasan.
I agree to be a good sport and not get myknickersnew Cavalli boxers and they're silk, don't be jealous. In a bunch. Sasan.
One day,marmaladeKiki Spelling will rule the world. ...Oh, wait, she totally does already. Sasan.
( Why was he here again? )
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Sasan.I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Sasan.I agree to be a good sport and not get my
One day,
girl-george.livejournal.comA petite girl made her way into the sorting room, wearing a plain, white-strapped summer dress and thong sandals. The only other accessories were a cloth rucksack hanging from a shoulder and a leather chord tied around her wrist. Copper curls that once dangled in a wave past her shoulders had been brutally sheared a couple months before, and now were just coiling about her ears. She did not appear to be perturbed by the isolation greeting her, although it was quite a different greeting most frosh received. For, while she looked a few years younger and behaved many years wiser, George was just old enough to be starting college.
“Hello,” George said as a greeting, and not as the question many applicants opened their Hogwarts careers with. She watched with delight as the quill start to take down her greeting, and repeated her salutation, this time directed at the dancing feather. “Hello.” She went to the chair and silently pulled it back. She slipped out of her sandals to sit at the chair on her knees, moving a hand to gently take the quill. “May I?” Whatever silent communication took place evidently resulted in acquiescence, and the dark-skinned teen was soon filling out the application herself.
( Arrival of the Freckle Queen. )
"I have read thehogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. George.
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. George.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. George.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. George."
“Hello,” George said as a greeting, and not as the question many applicants opened their Hogwarts careers with. She watched with delight as the quill start to take down her greeting, and repeated her salutation, this time directed at the dancing feather. “Hello.” She went to the chair and silently pulled it back. She slipped out of her sandals to sit at the chair on her knees, moving a hand to gently take the quill. “May I?” Whatever silent communication took place evidently resulted in acquiescence, and the dark-skinned teen was soon filling out the application herself.
( Arrival of the Freckle Queen. )
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. George.I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. George.I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. George.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. George."
themountie.livejournal.com((OOC Note: For various reasons I've decided to basically reset Fraser to his Sorting, so he's going to get some lovely and highly convenient soap opera amnesia as of this RP. I really would prefer that people not go around telling him all the hijinks he's been up to, although you are free to make up as many fake memories as you want. He will get up to much more wacky fun now, I promise!))
( Why that vanishing step is dangerous, even to mounties and their ghosts. )
Some time later Fraser sat in the Hospital Wing, relaxed, slightly sore, and with absolutely no memory of the last eight months. As far as he was concerned he'd just come from his Sorting -- and Bob had decided that he preferred to keep it that way for now. He had a quiet word with Lily, another with Dief (who grudgingly agreed with his decision) and then left his son sitting patiently and sipping on a juice box so he could find a House Elf and send off some owls.
( Owl to Stephanie Brown )
( Owl to Robin Goodfellow )
( Owl to Constable Turnbull )
( Why that vanishing step is dangerous, even to mounties and their ghosts. )
Some time later Fraser sat in the Hospital Wing, relaxed, slightly sore, and with absolutely no memory of the last eight months. As far as he was concerned he'd just come from his Sorting -- and Bob had decided that he preferred to keep it that way for now. He had a quiet word with Lily, another with Dief (who grudgingly agreed with his decision) and then left his son sitting patiently and sipping on a juice box so he could find a House Elf and send off some owls.
( Owl to Stephanie Brown )
( Owl to Robin Goodfellow )
( Owl to Constable Turnbull )
crazynotstoned.livejournal.com((Hi all :D Sorry for the delay on this -- I was away, and then I was sicky sickity sick sick sick. Pretend the cast list was posted, you know, a week ago. To avoid spamming the comm I'm putting the rehearsal RP and the cast list in the same post -- OOC details on the rehearsal below!))
After carefully considering the auditions (and drinking himself into a stupor over some of them), Geoffrey made his decisions and carefully put together his cast. He posted the list up by the door in the Great Hall for everyone to see.
As it turns out, not quite enough people showed up to auditions, so a certain lucky few had been reluctantly allowed back into the cast...
( The List )
~*~*~
And so, one week later, Geoffrey sat in the empty classroom on the third floor and waited for his cast to arrive. The room was dominated by three long tables, forming the shape of a U, with an open space behind them. Geoffrey was seated at the bottom of the U, hunched over a sheaf of notes, scrawling quick, last-minute notes on them before the others got there. He'd lost a week of work thanks to the whole Twelfth Night debacle, and as a result things had been a little stressful for him since the auditions. Ellen had been weirdly helpful, but still... he was kind of nervous.
It didn't help that this play, this particular play, was the very last play the last Oliver Wells, Geoffrey's one-time best friend, mentor, and later personal ghost, had put on before he'd died. That wasn't helping at all. He kept expecting the man to show up again to help out -- he almost wished for it to happen, because he missed him, but the thought made the hair on the back of his neck stand up anyway.
Casting one last worried glance at the door, Geoffrey bit his lip and scribbled down another note. Oliver, Ellen, Bun-Bun, the cast... someone had to show up soon.
( OOC Note Part 2 )
After carefully considering the auditions (and drinking himself into a stupor over some of them), Geoffrey made his decisions and carefully put together his cast. He posted the list up by the door in the Great Hall for everyone to see.
As it turns out, not quite enough people showed up to auditions, so a certain lucky few had been reluctantly allowed back into the cast...
( The List )
~*~*~
And so, one week later, Geoffrey sat in the empty classroom on the third floor and waited for his cast to arrive. The room was dominated by three long tables, forming the shape of a U, with an open space behind them. Geoffrey was seated at the bottom of the U, hunched over a sheaf of notes, scrawling quick, last-minute notes on them before the others got there. He'd lost a week of work thanks to the whole Twelfth Night debacle, and as a result things had been a little stressful for him since the auditions. Ellen had been weirdly helpful, but still... he was kind of nervous.
It didn't help that this play, this particular play, was the very last play the last Oliver Wells, Geoffrey's one-time best friend, mentor, and later personal ghost, had put on before he'd died. That wasn't helping at all. He kept expecting the man to show up again to help out -- he almost wished for it to happen, because he missed him, but the thought made the hair on the back of his neck stand up anyway.
Casting one last worried glance at the door, Geoffrey bit his lip and scribbled down another note. Oliver, Ellen, Bun-Bun, the cast... someone had to show up soon.
( OOC Note Part 2 )
Open: Auditions!
Jun. 24th, 2007 02:27 amcrazynotstoned.livejournal.comHaving decided on a play to put on as his Sorting bribe, Geoffrey realized it was probably about time to get people to actually help him on the production. And act, and whatnot. As much as he hated to admit it, it was hard to do a play without other people. Ellen was off being the victim of her mun's carpal-tunnel being unhelpful, so the postering was left up to him. He scribbled something down on a piece of parchment and stuck it up in the Great Hall.
It was some time later that a certain Robin Goodfellow saw the poster and was, naturally, outraged. A few quick scribbles hastily amended it to his satisfaction. Geoffrey didn't wind up noticing -- he could be just a little oblivious at times, and he was already absorbed with the preparations for his new production of Twelfth Night.
Little did he know what was now being advertised.
((OOC notes: Use of Robin okayed by his mun. This is just for signups and/or owls -- if you put your character's name down, Geoffrey will shoot them an owl to arrange an audition or interview. :) Go forth! Even if your character wouldn't act, there are lots of behind-the-scenes tasks that we can stick them on!))
It was some time later that a certain Robin Goodfellow saw the poster and was, naturally, outraged. A few quick scribbles hastily amended it to his satisfaction. Geoffrey didn't wind up noticing -- he could be just a little oblivious at times, and he was already absorbed with the preparations for his new production of Twelfth Night.
Little did he know what was now being advertised.
((OOC notes: Use of Robin okayed by his mun. This is just for signups and/or owls -- if you put your character's name down, Geoffrey will shoot them an owl to arrange an audition or interview. :) Go forth! Even if your character wouldn't act, there are lots of behind-the-scenes tasks that we can stick them on!))
Open RP: The Unpopping of Delirium
Jun. 11th, 2007 09:33 amendless-del.livejournal.comThere was a very faint pop, and quite suddenly there was a woman where no woman had been before. She was small, and very slender, dressed in an odd assortment of clothes, no two items of which matched. Her hair was a wild, multi-colored mass, her eyes as mismatched as her clothes--one blue, one green.
Delirium held out her arms, looking with dismay at the butter. “Oh,” she said, dismayed. A slight wave of her hand and the butter and bits of salt had gone, though at first glance it was hard to tell the difference.
She turned, staring with interest at the room, while several butterflies escaped from her hair. Dim recognition stirred in her fractured mind, and she tiptoed barefoot out into the corridor, peering this way and that.
“What is this place?” she wondered aloud. “My butterflies want cake.”
Delirium held out her arms, looking with dismay at the butter. “Oh,” she said, dismayed. A slight wave of her hand and the butter and bits of salt had gone, though at first glance it was hard to tell the difference.
She turned, staring with interest at the room, while several butterflies escaped from her hair. Dim recognition stirred in her fractured mind, and she tiptoed barefoot out into the corridor, peering this way and that.
“What is this place?” she wondered aloud. “My butterflies want cake.”
Owl Attack
Apr. 23rd, 2007 11:21 pmrobinthepuck.livejournal.comWhen Robin got bored, chaos tended to follow. And it occurred to him that he hadn't really pissed anyone off lately. In at least a week. Far too long.
And so, one lucky person was the recipient of an owl whose sole purpose was to make a puny mortal flail.
(Also, Robin really, really, really did not like him. At all. And he absolutely meant eighty percent of his words.)
Fun!
( Owl to Sirius Black, warded to show a picture of Lily in a bathing suit in the Ravenclaw sauna sitting next to a shirtless Robin. Robin's hand may or may not have been someplace inappropriate. (The picture, of course, does not show Lily turning Robin's hands into cucumbers right after.) )
And so, one lucky person was the recipient of an owl whose sole purpose was to make a puny mortal flail.
(Also, Robin really, really, really did not like him. At all. And he absolutely meant eighty percent of his words.)
Fun!
( Owl to Sirius Black, warded to show a picture of Lily in a bathing suit in the Ravenclaw sauna sitting next to a shirtless Robin. Robin's hand may or may not have been someplace inappropriate. (The picture, of course, does not show Lily turning Robin's hands into cucumbers right after.) )
robinthepuck.livejournal.comReturning to Hogwarts after a week away in Paris was a bit like going to McDonald's soon after eating a steak dinner. Sure, each had their perks, but unless you were in the mood for something cheap and easy that would get all over your fingers and possibly stain your new pants, it just didn't measure up.
Speaking of things that might stain his pants... Robin wondered what his chances were of running into that delightful demon. Crowley intrigued the Puck, and Robin never underestimated the power of novelty.
After a bit, hands carelessly jammed into his pockets, Robin strolled lazily through the doors of the Green Apple Cafe. Might as well get a drink - and he had a strange craving for absinthe.
((ETA: And yes, now rated R for p0rn. It's Robin. What did you expect?))
Speaking of things that might stain his pants... Robin wondered what his chances were of running into that delightful demon. Crowley intrigued the Puck, and Robin never underestimated the power of novelty.
After a bit, hands carelessly jammed into his pockets, Robin strolled lazily through the doors of the Green Apple Cafe. Might as well get a drink - and he had a strange craving for absinthe.
((ETA: And yes, now rated R for p0rn. It's Robin. What did you expect?))
And I returnith (kind of)
Apr. 17th, 2007 01:56 pmlilypotter60.livejournal.comWell, I'm all moved in, my internet is hooked up, and I've managed to find my bed beneath the boxes. Good enough!
My pups return from hiatus and I will go back to start tagging in threads that I've left hanging the past few days. Thanks to everyone I'm currently RPing with for your awesome understanding. :p
Also, if you need me (or, rather, my characters) for anything OR if I'm supposed to be doing something I've obviously forgot, please just leave me a comment or catch me in IRC. <3
(A side note, however - Lily is still currently on hiatus for other reasons. I'll be picking back up anything I've currently got going, but I won't be starting anything new for her as of yet.)
Let the insanity begin!
My pups return from hiatus and I will go back to start tagging in threads that I've left hanging the past few days. Thanks to everyone I'm currently RPing with for your awesome understanding. :p
Also, if you need me (or, rather, my characters) for anything OR if I'm supposed to be doing something I've obviously forgot, please just leave me a comment or catch me in IRC. <3
(A side note, however - Lily is still currently on hiatus for other reasons. I'll be picking back up anything I've currently got going, but I won't be starting anything new for her as of yet.)
Let the insanity begin!
If Only IRC Could Help Me Pack
Apr. 11th, 2007 01:03 pmschrute-dwight.livejournal.comRight, SO:
As many of you know, I'm moving into my very own apartment (wooo!) this coming weekend. However, as I have yet to finish my robot army of drones, this means I actually have to, you know, pack all my stuff up. I tried to do that delicate balance between spending my nights on IRC discussing how Santa really would be BFFs with Gandalf and Dumbledore and getting my ass out of bed early enough in the morning to actually make some headway on the packing before work; alas, the Santa/Ddore/Gandalf OT3 conversations have pwnd me. Therefore, I'm going to have to declare a pseudo-hiatus for both me and all my pups until late Sunday/Monday evening, depending on my internet-hooking-up-fu.
All the threads I have going now, I will try to keep up with, as I have internet access at work. But I won't be around other than that, you probably won't see me on IRC (unless I go into withdrawal pains like House off of Vicodin, which is completely possible), and nothing new is happening for my pups until I get back.
Stiff upper lips, soldiers! I know you'll miss me, but I shall return, and in fancy new digs!
If you do need to grab my attention for anything, just shoot me off an email. (And when I return, someone will be checking to see if ya'll have been naughty or nice. >>)
---
Just FYI:
Lily is being her usual insane self and alternating between working too hard in the Hospital Wing, the Library, and her Office.
Robin has gotten tired of the cold and is basking on the shores of some tiny island that he may or may not own, sipping cocktails and generally being a puck.
Dwight is out in the moors, doing survival training in his quest to become the best CIA mole hunter in the world. And, possibly, a ninja.
George has locked himself in his room, where there can be heard various odd noises and occasional explosions. Take that to mean what you will.
Rachel is off tracking a hag through Edinburgh. Insert your own joke here.
Phoebe is...doing whatever the hell Phoebe has been doing. And baking cookies.
The Cheat is still in the Sorting Room and I will continue to attempt taggage in there so that he might be released upon the general population. Watch out for your cow lamps.
ANNNNND I think that's everyone! I'll talk to you all on Monday at the latest! &hearts
As many of you know, I'm moving into my very own apartment (wooo!) this coming weekend. However, as I have yet to finish my robot army of drones, this means I actually have to, you know, pack all my stuff up. I tried to do that delicate balance between spending my nights on IRC discussing how Santa really would be BFFs with Gandalf and Dumbledore and getting my ass out of bed early enough in the morning to actually make some headway on the packing before work; alas, the Santa/Ddore/Gandalf OT3 conversations have pwnd me. Therefore, I'm going to have to declare a pseudo-hiatus for both me and all my pups until late Sunday/Monday evening, depending on my internet-hooking-up-fu.
All the threads I have going now, I will try to keep up with, as I have internet access at work. But I won't be around other than that, you probably won't see me on IRC (unless I go into withdrawal pains like House off of Vicodin, which is completely possible), and nothing new is happening for my pups until I get back.
Stiff upper lips, soldiers! I know you'll miss me, but I shall return, and in fancy new digs!
If you do need to grab my attention for anything, just shoot me off an email. (And when I return, someone will be checking to see if ya'll have been naughty or nice. >>)
---
Just FYI:
Lily is being her usual insane self and alternating between working too hard in the Hospital Wing, the Library, and her Office.
Robin has gotten tired of the cold and is basking on the shores of some tiny island that he may or may not own, sipping cocktails and generally being a puck.
Dwight is out in the moors, doing survival training in his quest to become the best CIA mole hunter in the world. And, possibly, a ninja.
George has locked himself in his room, where there can be heard various odd noises and occasional explosions. Take that to mean what you will.
Rachel is off tracking a hag through Edinburgh. Insert your own joke here.
Phoebe is...doing whatever the hell Phoebe has been doing. And baking cookies.
The Cheat is still in the Sorting Room and I will continue to attempt taggage in there so that he might be released upon the general population. Watch out for your cow lamps.
ANNNNND I think that's everyone! I'll talk to you all on Monday at the latest! &hearts
WART 70: The Puck and the Paper Salesman
Feb. 26th, 2007 02:55 pmrobinthepuck.livejournal.com*slight sound feedback, someone tapping on the mike*
Robin: Hello? Hello? Testing... Wonderful! Hello, students, staff, and other assorted inhabitants of Hogwarts. This is Robin Goodfellow, and you’re listening to WART radio. You know, I was once a radio DJ full time, a few years back. I also had a sex advice show on the same station. And, not to boast, but I was quite good at it. Experience, you know. So I’ve decided to share my knowledge with the population of this good school.
Let me first give you my personal philosophy. This is Rufus Wainright with ‘Instant Pleasure’.
( WART 70. AKA The oddest pairing possible. Please enjoy responsibly. )
Robin: Hello? Hello? Testing... Wonderful! Hello, students, staff, and other assorted inhabitants of Hogwarts. This is Robin Goodfellow, and you’re listening to WART radio. You know, I was once a radio DJ full time, a few years back. I also had a sex advice show on the same station. And, not to boast, but I was quite good at it. Experience, you know. So I’ve decided to share my knowledge with the population of this good school.
Let me first give you my personal philosophy. This is Rufus Wainright with ‘Instant Pleasure’.
( WART 70. AKA The oddest pairing possible. Please enjoy responsibly. )
fine-eyes-lizzy.livejournal.com((Backdated to the night of the Valentine's Day Party.))
Elizabeth found some vent for her feelings after her thoroughly uncomfortable conversation with Mr. Darcy in running around the grounds. Though she was wearing a rather shorter and skimpier dress than was her wont, she ran too quickly to feel the cold. She was bewildered, ashamed, mortified even- she could not think on anything but her own lapses of judgment, her own actions and reactions towards Mr. Darcy, the discomfort she must have put the other members of her group through-
She ran until she could run no more and, gasping for breath, clutching at a stitch in her side, collapsed against a tree by the frozen lake. Elizabeth pushed her hair, which had completely fallen out of its pins, out of her face and leaned her face against her forearm. She allowed herself the comfort of a few tears before looking up again.
"How despicably have I acted!" she cried, balling one gloved hand into a fist and hitting the tree to emphasize her horror at her actions.—"I, who have prided myself on my discernment!—I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister Jane, and gratified my vanity, in useless or blameable distrust.—How humiliating is this discovery!—Yet, how just a humiliation!—Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.—Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned."
She pushed a few ringlets of hair out of her eyes, her face wet with tears. Her lack of breath was not solely due to her exertions- she had been sobbing, as well. "Till this moment, I never knew myself," she murmured, thoroughly disappointed with herself. She hugged her sides, not yet conscious of the cold, or the snow, and aware only of her utter mortification, shame, and frustration.
Elizabeth found some vent for her feelings after her thoroughly uncomfortable conversation with Mr. Darcy in running around the grounds. Though she was wearing a rather shorter and skimpier dress than was her wont, she ran too quickly to feel the cold. She was bewildered, ashamed, mortified even- she could not think on anything but her own lapses of judgment, her own actions and reactions towards Mr. Darcy, the discomfort she must have put the other members of her group through-
She ran until she could run no more and, gasping for breath, clutching at a stitch in her side, collapsed against a tree by the frozen lake. Elizabeth pushed her hair, which had completely fallen out of its pins, out of her face and leaned her face against her forearm. She allowed herself the comfort of a few tears before looking up again.
"How despicably have I acted!" she cried, balling one gloved hand into a fist and hitting the tree to emphasize her horror at her actions.—"I, who have prided myself on my discernment!—I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister Jane, and gratified my vanity, in useless or blameable distrust.—How humiliating is this discovery!—Yet, how just a humiliation!—Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.—Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned."
She pushed a few ringlets of hair out of her eyes, her face wet with tears. Her lack of breath was not solely due to her exertions- she had been sobbing, as well. "Till this moment, I never knew myself," she murmured, thoroughly disappointed with herself. She hugged her sides, not yet conscious of the cold, or the snow, and aware only of her utter mortification, shame, and frustration.
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