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((OOC: I've contacted the BtVS muns that were listed as active; but I'm terribly sorry if I forgot someone! Additionally, for reference, I'm taking Spike just after he leaves Sunnydale in Season 2. Hooray for rifts in time!))

A Chaos Demon. He'd been dumped for a bloody Chaos Demon.

There were some things that just weren't right in the world, and having your lover/sire/sort-of-sister of over a century dump you for something that looked like a snotty tissue packed with lard was just... not right. But Spike had a plan to change this. Right now, this plan involved a lot of drinking and smashing things, and a place to lay low to do it in.

Oh, who was he kidding? Laying low was hardly his style - proven by the rather loud bang he made when he kicked the door to the castle open. Spike had heard about this place, with its many witches (and its few vampires), not to mention all the other interesting little bits. Like a variety buffet, so to speak.

"DRUSILLA!" Spike roared, stalking into the middle of the room. "Dru, if you're here, I'm going to tear you into messes! DRU." Oh, there was no point in shouting, she wouldn't be here. But at least this place sounded interesting enough to stay for a while while he regrouped. And it had felt bloody good to just yell at her, even if she wouldn't hear it.

( An eternal dilemma: Why is there nobody around to kill when you really, really need it to feel better? )

I have read the

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

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

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Location: Sorting Room

braincancerbaby.livejournal.com

(( Permission received from both of Duck Waffle's parents. Because they're me. Permission NOT received from Kojiro, because HE HAS NO FEELINGS D:< ))

Uh oh. Somebody new has stepped into the room! Is it? No. It can't be.

( DUCK WAFFLE. )

"I ~~have~~AIN'T read the hogwarts_hocus faq, CUZ IT'S TOO LONG. DW, BITCH.
~~I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.~~Don't you read, sucka? DW, BITCH.
I'LL NEVER agree to be a good sport and ~~not~~will get myKojiro's knickers in a bunch. DW, BITCH.
One day, ~~marmalade~~Duck Waffles will rule the world. DW, BITCH.

Current Mood: angry
Current Location: THE SORTING ROOM, BITCH
Current Music: Timbaland ; The Way I Are

tartan-pussy.livejournal.com

Posters appear magically all over the school that say:

Midsummer's Festival

When: Tonight!
Where: By the lake
What: A party celebrating the summer solstice.

There will be food, drink and a bonfire! All students are invited.

((OOC: All RPing for the festival should take place in this post.))

Down by the lake, there is a large, magical bonfire with red dirt next to it, to throw into the fire. There are also long tables, loaded with cabbage and potato soup, grilled sardines, bread, peanuts, potatoes, sausages, sweet rice, cheese, and more traditional fare. The entirety of the Ravenclaw bar seems to have manifested itself on the long tables as well.

Dumbledore is also there and willing to help with the arranging of traditional mock-marriages!

ominous-hum.livejournal.com

Somewhere near the ceiling of the Sorting Room, there is a sound much like a baseball bat being passed through a coffee maker, and then a large gray-green mass materializes out of thin air and lands on the ground with a splatch. It sits there for a moment, inert, and then a pair of eyes emerge and pan around the room. The mass sprouts a pair of arms, then a hole appears in it and lets out an incoherent moan.

Then the hole forms words. Specifically, the words: "KEVYN! You better not have been tinkering with the teraport again, or I'm going to rip your head off! Again!"

One of the mass's arms reaches into the hole - or rather, the mouth - and pulls out a very large handgun, the size of a bowling ball with a barrel bigger than a soup can. With a flick of a switch, the gun starts giving off a soft, ominous hum, building in intensity until the switch is thrown again. Satisfied, the creature puts the enormous gun back in its mouth, and spies a questionnaire, a roll of parchment, and a hovering quill that has apparently scribbled down the creature's rant. "The hey?" the creature asks, and sees the quill scribble again.

"Okay, that's weird." Scribble. "Stop that." Scribble. "I said stop it." Scribble scribble.

The creature pulls out the handgun again, throws the switch from before, and points it right at the quill as the ommmmmmminous hummmmm starts to build. The quill stops.

"Hmf," the creature growls, and stuffs the gun back in its mouth, drawing out a small device. "Kevyn, this is Schlock, can you read me?"

"Kevyn? Elf? Shodan? Captain Tagon? Anyone?"

Schlock sighs and drops the device back into his mouth, then looks back at the questionnaire.

( Oh, what the hey, let's have a look here. )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _schlock_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _schlock_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _schlock_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _wow, that's some ambitious marmalade. I know a psycho-bear that might like to meet it_"

Current Mood: curious

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