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Hey all,

I've come to realize that my general lack of RP can no longer be excused by college mayhem, imploding computers, etc. Therefore I thought I'd better formalize the de facto state of things. I hope to be coming back sometime for another helping of awesome crack, but right now I'm just not feeling it.

So: popping Jezz, Naomi, Selvetarm, and Gustav. All journals adoptable.

Thank you to all the excellent people here. It's been great.

Toby

methleigh.livejournal.com

The following note appears on the door, along with a list. It is in angry green ink and there are places, noticeably George's name and Mystina's, where the quill has actually split the paper:

Sexual Education Class

Students below have seats prepared for them. Lezard Valeth is excused as he wishes due to Clear Forgery on the sign-up sheet. Professors and TAs may naturally attend as they wish. Chairs will be set for them at the left side of the class.
Seats are arranged as follows: Gryffindors on the far left by the professor's chairs. Slytherin centre left, Bitchiwitch in the centre, Hufflepuff centre right and Ravenclaw on the far right.
( Class List, alphabetically within Houses )

Prof. S. Snape.
((ooc Severus does not actually know anyone, so if you have not met him feel free to sit as you wish if that is something you would do. He will, however, count, being both nervous and suspicious.))

The classroom has been decorated with a series of highly graphical diagrams of internal and external sexual organs. Severus has also installed diagrams in exploded view of the nerves of the head, neck and of the hands and a large more than life-size one of major blood vessels. He is proud of these. There is a great deal of red ink overlaying the green and black and the model's skull grins eerily. The original notice was nothing compared to the sheer size and hideous detail of his actual diagrams. They are imposing.

Frowning furiously, Severus waits for the students to enter, his wand ready for minor hexes. Simply from the sign-up list he expects disorder. He will deal with it harshly and immediately. Then there are the studious and sincere Ravenclaw like Wishbone, and his own Slytherin that he hopes to protect by Education. What a contrast. At each desk there is an assignment:

Sexual Education
Part I
Please circumnavigate the room quietly in an orderly way and sketch on your papers the following basic organs, giving a brief description of their functions. As per the Accompanying Booklet If you have any questions, I shall be available for queries as I move among you.

( questions )

Current Mood: angry

arrogantmage.livejournal.com

Glowing blue particles appear in the air of the Sorting Room. At first they are scattered, like insects in a loose swarm.

They coalesce into a humanoid outline. The outline solidifies in a sudden whoosh of displaced air: where there was a luminescent blur, now there floats a young man, dressed for travel in a billowing cloak over sturdy breeches and boots. In one hand he holds a wand whose name is too grandiose to inflict unasked.

He has untidy brown hair, and hazel eyes occluded by round spectacles. He can't be more than a couple of years out of magic academy, surely. He may look like someone you know, though if you came close enough to brush the long bangs away from his forehead (and oh, how he would shiver if you did, if he allowed you that close), you would find no lightning-bolt scar there.

He hovers a few inches off the ground, for the time being, and glances around the room as if expecting an ambush. Seeing nothing, he smiles. When a disembodied voice begins to ask him questions, he answers cheerily, unfazed. Nor does the quill alarm him as it takes down his answers without the guidance of a visible hand.

( 'Did I strike too hard? It is so difficult to hold back.' )
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.

The last question still rankles, clearly. He throws his hands wide in an expansive gesture. He is still hovering rather than standing; the overall effect is of someone about to unleash a critical attack. One that would use up many, many points on that meter at the bottom of your screen. You do have that meter at the bottom of your screen, don't you? No matter. Lezard does not need the meter. His pure awesomeness defies such strictures.

"You'll find I can be very generous. Ask for what you want, and I may decide to grant it."

Go ahead. Take him up on that.

(("I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. LEZARD VALETH!!!
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. LEZARD VALETH!!!.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. LEZARD VALETH!!!.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. LEZARD VALETH!!!"))

Current Location: Sorting Room? Mwahahah!

swap-minds4fun.livejournal.com

[[Backdated to a couple hours after mindswapping. Mainly to cover ass and maybe give Mentok detention.]]

Mentok had watched the proceedings with no small amount of enjoyment, but yeah. If they all start to get away he'll never put things right.

He poofed in the middle of the Great Hall, complete with purple smoke.

"One, two, three, mindswap!"

And all the minds were (hopefully) put back into their proper bodies.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is mindtaking!"

swap-minds4fun.livejournal.com

Mentok's been doing some thinking since coming here.

Sure, he's on sabbatical from judging. And he's in a city (hell, a country) where he doesn't have a criminal record.

Maybe he could do some villainy here.

More fun villainy, though, he doesn't have the drive to try something like taking over the world.

Speaking of...

He hovered in the Great Hall. He grasped around for minds, and many of them.

"Eeeny. Meenie. Miney. MINDSWAP!"

[[OOC: Master List here.]]

[[OOC PT 2: The mind swapping is within a 20 feet radius of the Great Hall.]]

papayagami.livejournal.com

Bullets going through him.

A grin juxtaposed on a sorrowful face (but was it really sorrow?).

Light calmly writing something down.

His name. In the Death Note.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

For some nights now, Soichiro's been having nightmares along those lines. And he would wake up and toss and turn trying to go back to sleep only to wake up a few hours later from the same thing.

He's beginning to wonder if he's starting to lose his mind. Being murdered-and highly suspecting that your son did it-would do that. And tonight, the room is just too stuffy.

Which is why he's prowling Hogwarts late at night in pajama bottoms, wizarding robes and slippers.

11assumption21.livejournal.com

[[This Walter is taken from about midway through Silent Hill 4, mainly because I go with a certain fan theory that Walter and the younger verson of Walter seen around the game split into two people after the attempt on victim 20/21, and I'm going to use both as one. Plus I wouldn't want to deal with what ending to pull him from had I taken him from after the game.]]

Walter Sullivan had just been minding his own business, killing Hummers (small, flying monsters that look like bats), and traveling between the different sections of his world when suddenly he found himself in a castle. The worst part was that he couldn't leave the room he was in, and there were no holes or doors leading back where he was. 'What's this?' thought Walter, perturbed by the change of scenery.

It was then that he notices a document with a pen next to it. He takes a quick look at the paper before filling it out in good humor. Just something to do until he can leave.

( It's the 11/21 man! )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____11/21____
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___11/21___.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___11/21___.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ___11/21___"

chaos-blades.livejournal.com

( The Gods Of Olympus Have Abandoned Me )

twoswordpsycho.livejournal.com

I never thought the act of just showing someone to their room could be such an adventure in itself. Just hearing Beowulf's tale of getting lost in the corridors and being attacked by a giant sea monster in the process reminded me how much fun everyday adventures can be, a feeling I lost over time. Maybe this place is teaching me to be a bit more lighthearted and not as serious as I have been, a seriousness that has weighed me down too much and taken the fun out of life.

Drizzt looked up from his journal and at the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Since bringing Beowulf back to his room he had found a nice warm seat by the fire and just relaxed, finally looking forward to his upcoming journey in Hogwarts. For some reason though he too wanted a bit more adventure here, though maybe it was finally past time to just relax his sword grip.

He looked at the door, awaiting anyone coming, maybe anyone who would be up for a chat before bed.

Another thing came to mind that made him sigh, conjuring curiosity and some reluctance; there was another dark elf in Gryffindor, a type of drow deity even. At one point he had hated his own evil kind, but now he was becoming more willing to give some benefit of the doubt. Evil drow may have been worthy of some words first and maybe swords later instead of swords first.
For some reason he almost wanted Selvetarm to come through that door, but he quickly shrugged off the thought and looked back down to his journal.

[Slightly backdated to a while after the Christmas party]

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: Gryffindor Common Room

c-macaulay.livejournal.com

Rather a lot of people had come to the Winters' wedding. (Let's pretend, shall we, that Camilla actually sent out thank-you notes to those people who brought gifts? She surely would not have neglected it, lest Nana roll over in her grave; she should not be blamed for the laxity of her mun.) Believe it or not, most of them had been invited because Camilla liked them, or else because she felt obliged to them for one reason or another. As such, most of them qualified to be remembered at holiday time.

The following people were sent poinsettias with accompanying tasteful nonsectarian holiday cards:

Ned and Catelyn Stark
Simkin
John Preston
Jezz Jaelre
Dale Smither (because she was married to Charles, however briefly)
Jadzia Dax (because she’s Henry’s … friend? Fellow researcher? Camilla still isn’t sure.)
Chance Silvey (cf. Dax)
Stephen Maturin
Merlin
Deety Long
Bella Swan
Ron Weasley
Blair Waldorf
Dean Winchester
Stephanie Brown (whose poinsettia was accompanied by soap.)

Then there were people who merited a gift of some greater significance:

( Charles Macaulay )
( Francis Abernathy )
( Richard Papen )
( Selvetarm )
( Shaun and Liz )
( S.A.R.A.H. )
( Susan Sto Helit )
( Willow Rosenberg )
( John Ryder )
( Silas )
( Yoda )

spiderthatwaits.livejournal.com

Jezz had been at dinner in the Great Hall with a pile of library books that had worked free of its initial neat column, wearing a baggy sweater that served to conceal the gender bend he’d undergone at the holiday party. He’d kept what remained of the offending cider, though it had proved resistant to magical dissection, and a small sample of it sat in the original mug next to his plate as he alternated between eating, paging through text after text, and eying the Great Hall. He hadn’t seen Vhaeraun for some time and Jezz couldn’t say he was looking forward to their next meeting if he hadn’t found a cure yet.

There was a pitcher of apple juice on the table. He noticed it at the same time he saw Selvetarm enter from the corner of his eye, carrying another stack of books, and thought (if it could be called thought. Whimmed?) quickly. He picked up the pitcher and poured juice into both the cider mug and an empty one meant for coffee before turning toward the god (was he still?), who was quite close by now, and gesturing to the two mugs with an entirely genuine smile. “Ah, a fellow scholar.” He still wasn’t so great at the smooth facsimile of goodwill, that had always been Tzirik’s forte, but he thought he pulled it off well enough.

Later he wasn’t sure if he’d expected anything to come of it. Selvetarm would certainly be loath to accept a drink even given pick between two, and he might not even choose the one with cider in it – especially if he retained some power to read minds or the like (and Jezz would rather not contemplate that). But Selvetarm gave him a grin in return, put down his books, picked up the cider mug, and knocked it back.

Selvetarm, on his part, had been feeling recklessly cocky, perhaps with good reason. So his father’s follower was making an ill-concealed attempt to poison him? Poison couldn’t kill him here, and he remained immune to it anyway. But then, as Jezz had discovered to his grief, the enchanted cider didn’t seem to quite count as poison.

When Selvetarm lowered the mug, he was still grinning. That grin had become radiant, along with the rest of him, and silvery-blue motes of light had started to form in the vicinity. “Well met.”

( Repay rudeness with kindness… )

((Backdated to shortly after the Little Green Apple party. Catch them anywhere between Slytherin and the Great Hall))

Current Mood: chipper

spiderthatwaits.livejournal.com

( Following the spiders. No, not the butterflies. )

A while and another two swarms of spiders (plus one swarm left in his room for backup) later, Selvetarm decided he had enough for now and seated himself in the common room, cleaning his knife, with his sword and mace propped against the chair waiting their turn. His smile remained wide and he was, quite unbeknownst to himself and to his certain horror if he’d known, on the verge of humming gaily.

((Assuming Vhaeraun’s eventual arrival is after whatever other conversations may take place. Feel free to have others notice the spiders))

Current Mood: satisfied
Current Location: Gryffindor common room
Current Music: Muse, “Butterflies and Hurricanes”

twoswordpsycho.livejournal.com

Application for Drizzt Do’Urden (Forgotten Realms)

((Spoilers for the Legend of Drizzt Series including The Orc King))

Change

It is what happens with the passage of time, whether we mere mortals like it or not.
It is the wave against the rock, the falling of the shore into the ocean.
The challenge is to see this as change and not pure destruction.

It is the circumstance I have been put in, though some changes were easier
to fathom than others. Leaving House Do’Urden and finding the Surface was
evolution that saved my life, made me who I am. Admitting my feelings for
Catti-brie and marrying her was another large step in the right direction,
change I feared but accepted.

The tide has turned, I fear, in a direction more towards erosion than growth.
The wonderful marriage I thought I had was further proven a friendly a
rrangement. The peaceful life patrolling around Mithral Hall has become a
bit harder as of late.

At one point in history, such change would have torn through my heart.
Now, however I see it as a gateway to new opportunities, new adventures,
new places I never thought I would travel, and skills I never thought I
would want to learn.

Maybe change can indeed be good though it wears an ugly
face at times.

-Drizzt Do’Urden

A black-skinned elf the size of a short, slender human walks into the
sorting room. His long, thick white hair falls over the white, direwolf fur
stoll of his green cloak. He is wearing a nice gray shirt over plain
leather leggings and high black boots. A sword is strapped to each
hip.

He walks in and looks at the application, taking a quill and
pondering.

( How to bemuse a drow ranger )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy,
cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____DD______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each
and every one of them. _____DD_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.
_____DD ____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______DD_____"

palewhiteand

Ruby frowned as she looked over the application she held. Magic school? What in the...

It couldn't hurt to answer the questions. When in Creta, do as the Cretans do, or so the saying went. She sighed and proceeded to answer.

( No looking backward, after all. )

I have read the

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

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

c-macaulay.livejournal.com

Selvetarm (is that what people are supposed to call you?),

There's another drow wandering around here. He likes spoons. Do you know him? His name is Jezz. He just sent us some spell scrolls.

Best,
Camilla Winter

maskedlord.livejournal.com

Application for Vhaeraun (Forgotten Realms)

(Spoilers for The Lady Penitent series)

He thought he may have been scratched in a few places, an indicator that
his little ruse may have put him a bit closer to danger than he would
have liked. Vhaeraun took a look at the stinging hand in question
and only saw a shallow cut, the only part of him that had not
avoided Eilistraee’s sword in the midst of her mad, animalistic
swinging before he summoned an avatar in his place while he
departed from her realm.

The remains of that avatar were now a collection of bloody chunks floating in the astral;
the small piece of a head uttering a groan was an especially nice touch.
This was no simple avatar he had summoned, though; he had put a tiny
slice of his divine essence that would taste like the real thing when a
certain goddess ripped into it and claimed it for her own.

She would think she had usurped her evil brother’s power to
incorporate his worshippers into her pathetic “dance” and she
had to a point, she would have some autonomy over his worshipers
before the essence grew in unholy power and would devour her goodly
soul from the inside out. Vhaeraun would keep a close eye on the
proceedings, though he needed to lay low for a while.
It did not take him long to research potential places in other realms
that would provide a nice vacation for a little while.

His hair a bright shade of gold, he entered the portal and shot to his
chosen destination, a wide room of simple, yet ornate styling. The lithely
built dark elf was clad in his favorite high-buttoned black shirt and tight black
leggings leaving very little to the mortal imagination. His high black boots
were impeccably polished compared to the velvet shimmer of his thick
black cape. He looked at the desk in front of him, green eyes peering
through his red half-mask, hair turning green as he picked up a quill and
filled out the requisite, yet laughably simple inquiry.

( Oh What Fun Can We Have Here )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy,
cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____Vhaeraun______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each
and every one of them. _____Vhaeraun_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.
_____Vhaeraun ____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world.
______Vhaeraun_____"

kandosii-kal.livejournal.com

Sergeant Kal Skirata didn't know for sure where he was, but this wasn't Laseema's cramped Coruscant apartment. For one thing, he couldn't hear a half-Jedi, half-Mandaloran (technically half-clone but his boys were all Mando'ade and anyone who even suggested otherwise would be facing imminent anatomical rearrangement) baby wailing for attention, or the noise of an ex-Jedi puttering around, or the sounds of one of his perpetually-hungry sons devouring leftover dinner. For another, Atin's Twi'lek girlfriend's tastes in home decoration ran more to carpet and flower arrangements, not bare stone.

He looked around through his sand-gold buy'ce, the trademark Mandalorian helmet, with his Verpine shatter gun held at the ready in one hand and a custom-made blaster pistol in the other. His three-sided knife remained where it was hidden up his right sleeve--for the moment. One flick of his arm and it would come sliding down, ready to cause some serious damage. But no threat came, and so the pistols were cautiously slid back into their holsters and the helmet was removed.

Apart from his armor and weapons, he didn't look terribly physically imposing: he looked to be about sixty, slightly shorter than human average, with blue eyes in a craggy face and short-cropped graying brown hair. He limped badly, dragging his left leg as he made his way to the table, with... flimsi? No, it was paper or parchment of some kind. "Fierfek," he muttered to himself as he looked it over, surprised that someone would use something so primitive. Strange letters, but he could somehow understand it. He skimmed it over, giving out his answers in his usual gruff tone.

( Aliit ori'shya tal'din. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. KS
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. KS
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. KS
One day, marmalade will rule the world. KS"

((Kal is a very traditionalist Mandalorian, which means that he tends to pepper his speech with Mando'a words. For example, the cut tag text means "Family is more than blood." I'd like to think that I put most of them in a way where context can give an idea of what they mean. But if you're curious, a partial list of terms can be found here, and Karen Traviss has a more complete list along with grammar rules and suchlike.))

Current Mood: suspicious
Current Music: "Vode An"

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. ))

Current Mood: excited
Current Music: Peter Murphy, "Idle Flow"

dragonridersex.livejournal.com

Squibbait: Weyrleader S'ex of Bendover Weyr

( Never fear, S'ex is here! )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____S'ex___
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____S'ex__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____S'ex___.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____S'ex___"

spiderthatwaits.livejournal.com

((Spoilers for the first book of the Lady Penitent trilogy, and some mild ones for War of the Spider Queen))

( Abyss take me? It already has… but where? )

He glanced around once more and waited. He was well used to that.

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[OOC] It's not you, it's me

Sexual Education Class, with Professor Snape

application for Lezard Valeth (Valkyrie Profile games)

[Open RP] Mentok puts things right.

[Open RP] The Great Mass Mind Swap

[Open RP] Plagued by nightmares...

Application: Walter Sullivan, Silent Hill 4

Kratos from God Of War

The Joy Drow Club (open RP)

merry Christmas, from Camilla and Henry Winter! (backdated to Dec. 24)

Shiny! (Sock and Open RP)

Locusts are so passé (Open RP)

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Application: Ruby, "Fullmetal Alchemist: The Valley of White Petals"

owl to Selvetarm, warded well

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Application for Kal Skirata (Star Wars Republic Commando novels)

mostly open RP (to invitees and wedding-crashers): Henry and Camilla tie the knot.

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