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ho-ho-ho-bitch.livejournal.com

Thanks to the magic of Christmas, and not a little help from the house elves, a large, opulently decorated Christmas tree stood in the Great Hall. Santa stood back to admire the way the lights winked and glittered from the various branches, and he made an adjustment to the silver star on top.

Chuckling heartily, he began removing boxes from his knapsack and placed them beneath the tree.

There was a box for each person at Hogwarts. Inside the box the recipient would find something they might have asked Santa for had Santa's mun not been such a slacker about RP. Santa understood that Lezard Valeth had once done something similar, so he figured that if the formula worked once, it certainly would again.

Seeing that the presents were all distributed, Santa gave a last merry "Ho, ho, ho!" and climbed up the nearest chimney. His stay at Hogwarts had been pleasant, but now it was time for him to deliver presents to everyone else in the world.

OOC: Feel free to RP opening your presents. And they really can be anything that doesn't break community rules, the Fourth Wall, that sort of thing. Have fun with Santa's gifts!

Current Mood: jolly
Current Location: All over the world
Current Music: Santa Claus is Coming to Town

notapotato.livejournal.com

"K-kaede-san?" The young woman who'd just entered the room looked around in confusion. "Kaede-san, where am I?" This wasn't good. If Kaede found her missing... The woman shivered and straightened out her maid apron. She was pretty, with long brown hair tied up in a red bow. Her name was Mai, and she was lost.

"This isn't so bad. Just a room with a desk and paper, right?'' Mai thought out loud to herself. Cautiously, she stepped forward and looked down at the paper. "A-am I supposed to fill this out?"

( I'm confused... )

in-a-pinch.livejournal.com

_{((OOC I have permission from the other Death Note muns (as far as I know, how many of us are there, now?) to play Mr. Adorkable, here. Thank you and good night.))}

Touta Matsuda has likes and dislikes.
He likes fashionable clothing, cute girls, television dramas, and gossip. There was a time, not too long ago, that all his likes were combined together every day in a big hodge-podge, all because of a mad killer who happened to be someone he considered his friend.
Matsuda's dislikes are singular and happen to be "having a boring job."
Touta Matsuda's job is very boring.
Sure, he's successful, pulling in a salary that's close to obscene, and he has all the time in the world after work to party it up and enjoy his likes, it was still...

Well, it isn't chasing Kira. And it isn't watching Light suck at dealing with chicks (because he did, really. Manipulative-but-good-looking guys like Light had been were horrible with girls, even when they were doing well. Matsuda doubted Light had gotten ass even once in all his life.)

He misses that time of his life. Now he can easily find lesser distractions, but something was missing. There was no adventure! No danger! Hell, he even misses Ryuk.

But there are no more adventures for Touta Matsuda. Everything just comes down to going in and out the same door every day, in his same, boring apartment after his boring job or less-boring clubs.

However, today, his apartment has turned into a room, and in that room is a desk, upon which is a quill, and it is waiting for him.

The fact that there may still be some adventure left in the world does not make it any easier for Matsuda to keep from almost crapping himself in shock.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

lectric-dreams.livejournal.com

((I will be basing Roy's characterization and canon primarily on the movie, "Blade Runner," although I will also try to combine some details from the book that it is based on, Phillip K. Dick's "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?"))

Roy Batty stood in the corner of the room, hands tucked into the pockets of his black, high-collared trench coat. He cast sidelong glances across the room before stepping forward, his boots echoing softly. A piece of paper was at his feet, so he bent and plucked it from the floor inspect it.

( This had better not be that fucking Voight-Kampff 'empathy' test... )

"I have read the

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

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

smaug-thegolden.livejournal.com

((Permission granted by the other Tolkien players on the active roster. Smaug has several noteworthy abilities including "Dragon-spell", which he can use if someone looks into his eyes. Characters are free to react or not at your discretion. Unless he's trying to exert his will upon someone it probably isn't a great concern.))

Outside one of the wide windows of the Sorting Room, a red-golden snout appeared and curiously attempted to push inside. The dragon it belonged to had only a little success, managing to fit his massive head and part of his neck within before realising his error—he was now quite stuck.

In his surprise and annoyance, Smaug, for that was the dragon's name, reflexively let loose a spout of flame that erupted everything in its path. It all continued to burn, even the stone—for this was no natural fire. A rabble of floppy-eared creatures appeared before the damage was too severe and immediately set things to rights, then turned their attention to the dragon.

Smaug made a fair ruckus while the tiny goblin-like creatures did something or other—magic, he thought, the likes of which he'd have expected from a Wizard or Elf Lord of his own land—that in short order had him inside the room and also shrunk to a slightly more suitable size. Though still too large to pass through the window, even with his wings tightly folded, as he soon discovered.

A few of the gems and gold pieces that crusted his belly had come loose during the spells and had clattered to the floor. He swept his barbed tail about to gather them safely in his coils, but before he could think to do anything more about them, the quill and parchment caught his eye—and ears. The quill was impatiently tapping, spotting the parchment with ink, as though held by an invisible hand. Smaug bent to peer closer, puzzling over the riddles he found there.

( It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him. )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Location: sorting room

tourettesbunny.livejournal.com

((AKA: Open RP for the characters in the cluster; Demyx, Alice Cullen, Yoda, Dieter Prohl, Shibuya Yuuri, the Easter Bunny, Wolfram von Bielefeld, Jaime Lannister. And anybody else that feels like dropping by!))

The Easter Bunny was taking this entire random marriage thing in stride. Hey, pagans used to have much weirder little rituals, and they'd never provided sweet tent villages. All in all, this was pretty bitchin'.

And, as far as the rabbit was concerned, he'd gotten the best spot in the whole place. His tent and surrounding yard looked directly into the entrance of the Love Tunnel. Therefore, it was Party at the Easter Bunny's House.

Having set up a number of chairs outside his tent, the Easter Bunny (clad in a tophat with his ears poking through, and a rather narcissistic tie) stretched out on a chair and smoked a cigar, waving down everybody that was in his cluster of tents.

Maybe he should charge for Tunnel of Love perving opportunities.

((Attention: I feel obligated to warn everybody that Santa and the Easter Bunny are talking in this thread. You will be disturbed.))

Current Location: Cluster 6

soopernathan.livejournal.com

(( SPLOSION OF HEROES, OH NOEZ :0 Cut for spoilers, though there aren't many. Just to be safe! This has also been approved by all the Heroes muns ^^; ))

...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?

One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so... ~~cracked~~casual.

Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.

( What a dump. )

"I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: the sorting room
Current Music: Three Dog Night - Shambala

fullofjelly.livejournal.com

He hated popcorn. Unless it was chocolate covered. Or caramel. Or being thrown at the screen of a Kirsten Dunst movie. But, generally, he hated it. Stuck in your teeth, got kernels caught in your beard - messy stuff. And too salty. Not enough of a sweet kick to make it worthwhile.

So it was with great disgust and an eyeroll at the fucking irony that Santa found himself 'unpopping' as it were.

"Fuck you too, Orville."

Doing his best to sweep the crumbs off his jacket - laying fingers aside of his nose aside, Santa used a dry cleaner like everyone else; soot was a bitch on velvet - he stomped out of the room and headed down the hallway. He knew where he was - he was fucking Santa, he always knew where he was - but Hogwarts School of Emoness and Drunken Parties was not exactly where he'd been expecting to end up. Just fucking great.

Well, at least it wasn't the North Pole. This time of year, the elves were all cranky and Mrs. Claus was off with her 'yoga instructor'; it was more than a little boring. Plus, ESPN reception sucked.

He had no idea how he managed to end up a freaking piece of popcorn, of all the Jack Frost forsaken things, but something was telling him that Hufflepuff was important somehow. Whatever. He needed a drink, first.

((And he has arrived! Feel free to pediconference with him - man is on a mission. Also, I apologize for any childhood breaking he will do. Have fun!))

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Location: Popcorn Room - headed towards booze

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Entries tagged with santa claus

Happy Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night - Open RP

Application for Mai from "Mai-chan's Daily Life"

Application for Touta Matsuda from Death Note

Application: Roy Bat(t)y - "Blade Runner"

Smaug, from The Hobbit

Open RP for Cluster 6: Tents 24-27

Application for Nathan Petrelli, from "Heroes"

Bah freaking humbug (An Unpopcorning Event)