Entries tagged with roxy spaulding

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So it begins, and so it ends. ((Popcorn post))

An empty box of chocolates sat on the table. Roxy had been the first to open it, of course. As had often been the case at Hogwarts, her sweet tooth gotten her in trouble. Empty chocolate wrappers littered the table. This time, there were no children running around, no men who had been women, or people singing at every opportunity. There was only an empty box, and new names on the popcorn plaque.

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The Cat in the Hat Comes Back

The random participants of the Hogwarts customer satisfaction survey were returned in the same manner, if not quite the same condition as when they had been picked up three weeks ago. The house elves had seen to the needs of the participants as best as they could. Food and water had been provided, along with basic facilities and a place to sleep. Since bathing and changing clothes fell under an "alternative lifestyle" for Hogwart's favorite elves, they hadn't thought to provide the same for the participants.

( And the cat came back the very next day )

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Hiatus notice (Open RP, if people want to use it)

The house elves may had been on to something, back when they re-arranged Damien's furniture in the Love Tent of Rawk. Damien cleaned his blood off of the thorns on his statue's head, then pulled a tie off of Tie Rack Jesus' outstretched arms. Combining his daily tirade into his morning routine had been a stroke of genius, and got Damien out the door five minutes faster each morning. He was straightening the knot on his tie when one of the house elves appeared out of nowhere with a clipboard in hand.

"Hello," it said, reading off a script on the board, "you have been randomly selected to participate in a customer satisfaction survey." It looked up at him expectantly.

Damien blinked in confusion, then tried to sidestep around the elf. "No, thank you," he said. He'd only gone two steps down the hall before the elf appeared in front of him again.

"You have been selected," it insisted. "It is time for you to complete the survey."

The cattle prod it was holding looked very familiar.

( All around the castle, things seemed amiss. )

Current Mood: creative

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Open RP: Art is Art is Art

A piece of parchment in the common room is enchanted to both display and shout this message:

Express the beauty of your soul through the art of Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld, Betrothed to the Maou and Hufflepuff! Please come to the corner of the corridor southeast of the Hufflepuff dormitory, north of the revolving staircase and one floor above the Transfiguration classroom (at least, that's where the corner is, this week).

All art produced will be yours to keep, to be passed down from generation to generation, long after your limited lifespan turns your human body into dust.

Enjoy this summer's day!

Sincerely,
Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld
Betrothed to the Maou
Hufflepuff

( Well, how could this possibly go wrong? )

Current Mood: cheerful

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[Open RP] The Glorious Returnings of US of A's Biggest Fan-ny

It was a glorious day for Khazakstan. Having not been excuted because his movie had not done badly at the American 'office of boxing', Borat Sagdiyev had quickly decided which fine country to return to next. The proud land of Scott Land. Though Borat still wasn't sure who this Scott was, and why he got a whole country named after him, his last visit had proved that there were many nice woman here - although none could ever match up to Pamela, of course.

Also, the person he'd tried to buy the ticket off had no idea where "Aryan Land" was, so "Scott Land" it had to be. So much for visiting Ireland.

Proudly clad in nothing but his eye-blindingly yellow man-bikini and white sneakers, Borat strode into the hallway, coming face to face with a moving painting. He took this strange phenomena completely in stride. "Ah, hello, I am Borat!" He greeted, grinning enthusiastically, his heavy accent twisting his words. "I come from Khazakstan. I have seen the photo-pictures of women like you. You are very nice! How much?"

The woman in the painting abruptly ran away.

Far from disheartened, Borat moved to the suit of armor a few feet away. "My name is Borat!" He greeted the suit of armor by kissing it on both cheeks of the helmet. "Do you know where I can find womens? Perhaps you are a woman inside, yes? That is what I always tell my brother - he has the retard-ation, and cannot get any vah-jin! Haha!"

Anybody passing by would be treated to the sight of Borat trying to somehow look inside the suit of armor just to see if it was secretly a woman.

"How can I make with the sexy times if you will not remove this full-body metal con-dom?" Borat complained loudly for anybody to hear. Would nobody help him in his quest for sexy times?

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Magic chocolates!

( Mmm, brownies... )

((These are plain and pot brownies, but both types are magical. The effects of the brownies are totally up to the mun of the character that eats them in terms of effects and duration. Eating a brownie is totally voluntary, and some of the brownies might be duds, too. Oh, and this is after DADA, if any of your chars want to take the edge off.))

Current Mood: Gregarious
Current Location: Great Hall

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Pretty Solid Friend Material ((Open RP))

Hogwarts was great, as far as back-from-the-dead scenarios went. The classes were sparse but interesting, the food was good, and people were adequately prepared for the threat of evil-clowns. Hogwarts was so great, in fact, that it had taken Steph nearly two months to realize her social circle was pretty much composed of old(er!) male vigilantes. It was kind of like hanging out with your uncles, and no one else. The uncles were undoubtedly cool, but still! A gal needed variety.

This was unacceptable. Steph was likeable, dagnabbit! But meeting people was kind of hard. It wasn’t as if she could put up sign, wait around with cookies, and see who was interested.

Hm. Actually, that wasn’t the worst idea she’d ever had. Who didn’t like cookies? Or things written on posterboard?

Steph walked into the great hall, tacked up a sign, and put out cookies and punch (House elves were all kinds of awesome).

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Open RP: Entertain the Canadian

((Warning: the link goes to NSFWness!))

After indulging himself in a brief vacation, of sorts, Benton Fraser had returned to active duty... or, well, his definition of active duty, at least. The problem was, his job here hadn't exactly been made very clear to him, and he had no explicitly official responsibilities or even so much as a shift schedule. The upshot of all this was that he had been largely making things up as he went along and then sending back periodic reports to the Consulate to explain it all. (Of course, a great deal of his reports lately had been along the lines of March 1st -- Liased with Detective Kowalski. March 2nd -- Liased with Detective Kowalski. March 3rd -- Inspected new arrivals, patrolled grounds, liased with Detective Kowalski. But that was another story.)

Today, he was in the Gryffindor Common Room, playing catch-up on all the work he'd assigned himself and then totally failed to do over the past few weeks. Except that, as loathe as he was to badmouth the job in any way, shape, or form, today it all seemed a little... slow. Monotonous, perhaps.

Okay: he was really, really bored. Bored enough that he was even starting to hope his father would show up, just so he could distract himself with an argument. Almost bored enough that he was thinking of owling Ray, except then he would never get his work done. So instead he leaned back on the couch, stared glumly at the report he was trying to write, and tried not to think about how nice it would be to speed up time right now.

Current Mood: cracky

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Roxy and Damien One-Shot

((I wrote this as one long post, but after reading it through I decided that it would be easier to follow if I broke it up into comments.))

Roxy sat in the Great Hall early one morning, munching on a chocolate muffin. It was obvious from her rumpled appearance that she was not up early, but in fact up very, very late. Propped in front of her muffin and pumpkin juice was a copy of Hippogryff Beat (Puddlemere United: Hottest Quidditch Team? You Decide!). Roxy read the magazine with interest, taking time to intently study the abs of the team's Seeker.

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Mountie Santa ((Backdated liek woah))

((Backdated to Christmas -- I totally suck, I'm sorry!!))

( Owl to Agent Dale Cooper )

( Owl to Sirius Black )

( Owl to Molly Weasley )

( Owl to Dr. Alan Grant )

( Owl to Roxy Spaulding )

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An owl to Benton Fraser

Dear Mountie Dude,

I realize it's been some time, but I need to send you a letter about my feelings. I know that there were some mondo sparks between us, but after thinking for a bit, I think it would be best if we didn't see each other any more. It's not you, it's me. A girl's gotta change and grow, you know? I'm sorry that it couldn't work between us.

~~Love~~ Oh yeah, sorry. Not love,

Roxy

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OOC: Brief Hiatus

I'll be gone until Sunday due to family matters. Catch you on the flip side!

Current Mood: spooky

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Pumpkin Carving!

It was that time of year. Pumpkins were appearing around the castle as Halloween decorations, and with all that produce floating around, there was only one thing for a girl to do. ( Something wicked this way comes... )

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Hey Peoples,

So, I was making some cookies, and I ran into a bit of a problem. Who knew that 4 dozen really meant 46? I kinda accidentally made a few dozen dozen cookies, and I need some help eating them. You all will help a sister out, right?

Love ya!

Roxy

PS. Ignore the burning smell. It will go away.

(If one were to shift the cookies around, a person would notice a pile of black, charred hunks suitable only for use as hockey pucks under the first layer of edible cookies.)

((These are magical cookies with random, non-fatal results. Effects and duration are up to the muns involved.))

Current Location: Dr Maturin's office

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open RP: office hours for Potions

Finally, business was back on track. A number of disturbances both personal and professional had troubled the potions master over the past two months. Now he had secured a new assistant and had held another class (unfortunately not in that order).

All that remained was to resume the practice of holding office hours. He had not done so in quite some time, and felt rather negligent. Further, previous office hours had occasioned some interesting non-potions-related conversations.

Stephen's house elf therefore posted signs outside the Great Hall, in each house's common room, and on Stephen's office door:

Office hours for Potions are being held. Current and prospective students are welcome to drop by Professor Maturin's office to discuss any issue of interest to them.

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I come bringing a gift of chocolate!

Hola, peoples!

So, California is totally rockin'. I'm back with my team, and things are cool, you know. Hitting the waves and all that. We went up to the City, and I bought a whole ton of chocolates for you guys, 'cause I'm bitchin' like that. So, have some yummy candy. If I bought it from a Muggle store it can't be bad, right? Right.

XOXOXOXO (except Wolfram and Professor Crowley, who can both bite me)

Roxy

((If you missed it the first time, the chocolates are laced with random potions. The effects of the potions are entirely up to you, but none of them are permanent or deadly. ~~Oh, and comments are disabled, so go for it.~~ *facepalm* I mean comment e-mails are disabled. Yeah, it's late.))

Current Mood: nervous

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Wolfram and Roxy's Duel ((Open RP))

((This is a duel between Wolfram and Roxy, though curious onlookers are to be expected and encouraged.))

( Cat Fight! )

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[Closed RP to Roxy]

This really shouldn’t feel as awkward as it did. People his age were suppose to be going to places with girls who were around the same age. Heck, back in his homeworld a lot of his friends were girls and he even had a girlfriend. But that was a long time ago. For the past 3-4 years, the only girl he had contact with was an aging Lois Lane and while he had visited earth several times, he was following orders from Alexander. He didn’t have the time to do anything leisurely.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he should go back to his room and practice using his powers. But he really wanted to hang out with Roxy. She had been so nice to him during the sorting and she had even kissed him. Thinking back on their kiss caused his face to flush a bright red color. “I-I can do this, I’m Superboy” And Superboy can do anything, including knocking on a door. After drawing in a deep breath, Clark knocked on Roxy’s door and waited for her to answer.

Current Mood: caps-locky
Current Location: Entrance Hall

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In the entrance hall (open RP...if you dare)

HUMILIATION! DEGRADATION! SCUM AROUND EVERY CORNER! MUDBLOODS, WEREWOLVES, BLOOD-TRAITORS, GODS AND DEMI-GODS, ANGELS, DEMONS, FREAKS, SCIENTISTS, FRENCHMEN, PIRATES, AND HUFFLEPUFFS! A DIRTY LOT, ALL OF THEM, BESMIRCHING THE HALLS OF A ONCE-GREAT INSTITUTION! SHAMEFUL! A DISGRACE TO US ALL!