[identity profile] chasteasaknife.livejournal.com
And where was this place? No sooner had her family been reconciled, than they'd faced Antonio's wrath, that Vindici had dared brave the deeds that had increased that fickle lord's holdings. It took little imagination to guess at what fate awaited them, and yet she was here, in a room too drab for the Duke's liking even in a dungeon. Some oubliette of Antonio's, perhaps, were it not overlarge.

"Who's there?" she called out, mustering her nerve. If she were a captive, surely she would be guarded, and a guard might be loose-tongued enough to ease her fears, or worsen them. She paced the length and width of the room, approaching the desk with a peculiar sense of trepidation.


ExpandAllow me to elucidate. )


"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____Castiza_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____Castiza______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ______Castiza_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______Castiza_______"
[identity profile] g4llows-c.livejournal.com
((Terezi is completely blind, and can canonically smell and taste colors in enough definition to read printed text and computer screens. She will probably smell people, especially those with distinctive color schemes, but will not lick without ooc permission.))

Terezi must have stumbled into a gate or something, although she couldn't imagine how she could have missed the scent of the teal spirograph. And she hadn't the foggiest idea where she was, either - the walls were flat and grey as the facilities in the veil, but on closer inspection, the architecture seemed closer to that of Prospit. Or Derse, she supposed; her friends had said that the dark planet was similar to the light in most respects besides color. There was no scent of yellow or purple here, though, so that couldn't be the case.

Anyway, there was also no sign of any underlings or agents - or other trolls, for that matter. Just a few oddly pink-smelling people who didn't seem to be paying her any mind. They didn't seem hostile, at least.

Finding the table, Terezi picked up a copy of the application, running it under her nose. Was that really what it said? She gingerly licked the lines of text, and shrugged. It did seem to be. Terezi grabbed the quill and began filling out the sheet, with messy capital letters between the slightly dampened questions.

Expand4LLOW M3 TO 3LUC1D4T3 )

I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___GC_______
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____GC_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___GC______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____GC_______
[identity profile] ducklesspond.livejournal.com
((With the approval of the current Who Crew. Spoilers are inevitable.))


Amy Pond was getting used to abrupt arrivals in unfamiliar places, but this time was a bit disturbing. She didn't remember arriving here, and neither The Doctor, Rory, nor the TARDIS were anywhere in sight. The room had a disturbingly castle-y quality that reminded her unpleasantly of Venice.

"Hello?" she called out uncertainly, and was startled to see a quill pen lift of its own accord, taking down the word on a sheet of paper. Once she'd registered the mild surprise, however, she was delighted. What a charming device! Stepping closer to examine this wonder, she noticed the questions on the parchment.

ExpandHopefully this isn't a dream. )


I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______AP______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____AP______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ______AP_____.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _______AP______
[identity profile] superfraternal.livejournal.com
The Hog's Head seemed like the right kind of place for conversations of a politically risky sort. Simon knew about the place thanks to some acquaintances who'd been longer at the school than his present, post-repopcorning incarnation. It actually featured in some wizarding history: a goblin rebellion had been plotted here, centuries ago. Whether the Hog's Head sheltered those who were for or who were against the goblins, the book didn't say.

Simon had seen worse places, first in his dealings with the underground movement who helped get River out of the Alliance's clutches, and later with the crew of Serenity. The Hog's Head was about as welcoming and as hygienic as the bar full of mudders on Higgins' Moon. Mudders, people who ... harvested mud, for a living. Wizards didn't have an excuse, Simon thought, frowning into his drink. Wizards knew cleaning charms and scouring spells. What disincentive toward cleaning could they possibly have?

He had ample time to rue his choice of meeting place, as it seemed the enigmatic 'EnigmaWriter' was wise enough to rethink the rendezvous. Time dragged past the hour they'd agreed upon, and Simon saw no one with red hair who wasn't wearing wizarding garb. Actually, he didn't see anyone with red hair at all, since most of the people who went to the Hog's Head were very into headcoverings. Orthodox religion? he wondered idly. He had a book to read, but no one here seemed literate, so he pretended to be very interested in his drink, like the other people here.

He couldn't have stood out any more if he'd tried, short of donning a clown suit and dancing on the table.
[identity profile] shito-is-a-kun.livejournal.com
((OOC: Taken from the end of the anime series, tons of spoilers and some speculation as the mun is still reading the manga which may or may not fill in the speculation later, depending on how it affects things [the mun has seen the anime more than 6 times already, but the manga is still being released in English]. In canon, he can only be a certain distance away from Akatsuki Chika [mentioned later] for a particular amount of time or his right hand will rot off. The mun is going with something about Hogwarts will prevent this for the convenience of playing him without a Chika. And, with the Japanese convention, Shito is his given name.))

What happens when a corpse becomes pregnant and gives birth? What would she give birth to? After seven years, another corpse, but since it has been born, it must live.

A cursed life, a cursed existence, a perfect monster.

Less than a year ago, that existence took a turn. In a fatal accident for all but two, dubbed by the news media as A-kun and B-kun because of their ages, Tachibana Shito's fate became entangled with a Ferryman named Bekkou and the headstrong Akatsuki Chika, B-kun. In a contract to preserve their lives, the both agreed to a life loan, a Zombie Loan, with a contract term of one year. To repay it, they had to catch illegal zombies, those who did not have such a contract, and send them on to the next world before the Reaper caught both them and their prey. To those able to see it, a black ring circled their necks, marking for the Reaper where his scythe could cut.

They had, however, done a favor for the Reaper and now had one less thing to watch for over their shoulders. But, there were still zombies to catch. Zombies that ran from them. Running made his socks slouch down. He hated that more than anything. He'd paused to pull up his socks, looking up to call after Akatsuki and Kita, but they weren't there. The city wasn't there. What was there shouldn't have been there.

He found himself in a room with stone walls. He'd been what passed as alive for a very long time and had never seen anything like this. He finished adjusting his socks and stood, looking around the room. To one side, a table with some papers on it, a feather hovering over them. There were doors, closed. Frowning, he walked over to them, trying them. They wouldn't rattle. As far as he could tell, they were merely pictures of doors on a wall. But to what purpose?

But, then, what purpose did people have for wanting to defy death? Did there have to be one?

He hated being locked in, but at least this time he wasn't handcuffed to a bed. He continued around the room, examining for anything. If he arrived, there must be a way to leave. Because of that contract, he couldn't be far away from that pest Akatsuki for long. He rubbed his right wrist, but it didn't feel wrong. The handcuff bracelet was there. He shoved it back up his arm, under his sleeve.

He continued to the stack of papers on the table. Maybe a clue would be there.
ExpandUseless. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Tachibana Shito__
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __Tachibana Shito__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __Tachibana Shito__.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __Tachibana Shito__
[identity profile] shifter-mordi.livejournal.com
Being unexpectedly transported to an unfamiliar castle wasn't the most inconvenient thing that had ever happened to Mordi, but it was going to put a crimp in his afternoon plans.

He looked like a businessman who'd been dressed by Batman. Mordi's fine Italian suit was offset by a flowing cape and binoculars clipped to his belt. "Hello? What's going on?" He looked around for the person who had teleported him, but didn't see anyone. Maybe they had the power of invisibility, along with teleportation.

Then he saw the paper on the table, and the feeling of confusion drained away to exasperation. "Paperwork," he sneered. Even on a good day, Mordi radiated smarminess and condescension. The sneer wasn't anything special. "You brought me here for paperwork?" The "you" being the Venerate Council, of course, but on closer examination there didn't seem to the multiple forms (all in triplicate) that were the hallmark of the Council's paperwork.

Knowing that if he blew off this form, there'd be even more down the line, he hunkered down and filled out the questions.

ExpandKidnapping is so pass�. )

((I have permission from Simon Tam's mun to use the same PB. Meta is encouraged.))

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___MB_________
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____MB_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____MB_______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____MB________"
[identity profile] biblerewrite.livejournal.com
It was a common game from childhood. Some tiles were safe, the others lava. River's version was a bit skewed, and anyone watching her kick and punch the air above each 'safe' tile before she stepped to it would probably be confused.

In River's playground, all the safe areas had Reavers for beating.

Her progress was followed carefully by the now more catlike kittens Branch and Bloom, who were quite good at the game, pawing at invisible cat-reavers in the air.


She saw Simon out of the corner of her eye, and spun on her toes down a hallway with far fewer safe areas. After a flying kick to the head of another unseen enemy, she stopped and waved. "Ni-hao."
[identity profile] hot-german.livejournal.com
Just outside the doors of the Great Hall, Dieter Prohl hung a banner and set up a chair and small table. Wearing clothes for once, so as not to scare away potential takers, he sat under his banner with a good book and waited for his first customer.

FREE KISSES. OTHER SERVICES AVAILABLE ON REQUEST.
[identity profile] woocha.livejournal.com
The house elves were arranging presents under the tree, well, what can fit anyway. Some of the bigger and more mobile things were placed nearby. Each gift has a pretty tag saying who it's for.

And where was the dog that arranged all this?

Er...he's sleeping on the table. Lots of yummy treats will do that to you.

[[OOC: Secret Santa gifts are here.

I know, four of you are missing gifts (well, two technically, since two of the characters are mine). Rest assured, you will be taken care of.

People who still haven't posted their gifts, you have until tomorrow to post them. Otherwise, one of the pinch hitters will do so instead.]]
[identity profile] righteous-pen.livejournal.com
The Baby Sun had been gone for a week, and nothing had spontaneously combusted, been covered in pink sludge or played disturbing music in that time. Mikami had finally accepted that it probably wasn't going to, and that the world around Hogwarts had returned to - comparative sanity.

Which left him free to think of other things. Specifically, the anonymous conversation he'd had on the secret post. He had no idea who the other commenter had been, of course, or whether their circumstances had been anything like his own, whether he should respect or revile them for what they'd admitted. But... God was trying to teach me something. It could have meant anything, it could have been a coincidence, it almost certainly was...

...and still, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He couldn't just post asking to hear from that commenter again, though. They'd confessed anonymously for a reason, and there were too many other people who'd find it amusing to respond. Something more indirect, then.

Eventually he posted the following, anonymously, in the early morning when there were few people around and not much chance of being caught. Masuyo lay on his lap, occasionally adding remarks like sdffdr and ############# to the post, which he carefully edited out again. He hadn't been quite comfortable leaving her behind.

Have you ever communicated with a god, or other 'higher power', directly or indirectly?

If the communication was indirect, how did you know?

What did they say to you?

Do you believe that your life has a purpose?

Anonymous comments are encouraged. Please do not feel obliged to answer all questions if you don't wish to.


That done, he returned to his room. He'd check back later.
[identity profile] ancient-adam.livejournal.com

Methos needed a beer.

Well, to be fair, it had been a rough month. He had left Hogwarts to yet again pull MacLeod’s pretty head out of trouble. The ancient was beginning to think that the Highlander had his own gravitational pull, able to summon him back whenever he became overwhelmed or outmatched. It had also cost him reservations at a particularly nice restaurant in Cardiff he had wanted to surprise Brienne with. And to top it off, he had returned to the school in time to be deafened by speakers on stalks and pelted with flying pink goo!

The grumpy ancient tromped to Ravenclaw’s bar, fishing out a bottle from the cooler before he had even removed his trenchcoat. He'd figure out another suprise for Brienne.. after a couple of drinks.

[identity profile] ilikemyscars.livejournal.com
((I'm taking Claire from the end of s2e1, "Vows;" obviously there are spoilers for the last couple eps of s1, where we learned a bit about her history.))

Claire Saunders was running out of excuses.

Imprinted phobias be damned. She drove, crying and shaking and white-knuckling the SUV's steering wheel, as far as a tank of gas would take her in the general direction of "away from the Dollhouse." She finally stopped for the night at a rundown motel on the outskirts of Los Angeles.

Claire has no pop culture references, or she might have noticed the place's resemblance to a key set in "Psycho." Never having seen any Hitchcock, however, she opened the door of the motel, to find not Norman Bates, but the Hogwarts Sorting Room.

"What the..."

Maybe her flight from the Dollhouse was just a hallucination. She'd heard the Attic described as 'like a nightmare you can't wake up from;' surely the kind where you run and run and never get anywhere would qualify? Unconsciously Claire rubbed the scars on her forehead and cheeks, half expecting Alpha to leap out of the shadows with a blade.

She braced herself, put a hand against the writing desk to stabilize herself, and noticed the application. Curious despite herself, she picked up the quill.

ExpandI like my scars. They bring out my eyes. )

"Hello? Is anyone there? I filled out your little form here. Just one question: Is any of this real?"

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___Dr._Saunders__
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __Dr._Saunders__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Ha._No_promises._
One day, marmalade Rossum will rule the world. ___Dr._Saunders__
[identity profile] superfraternal.livejournal.com
Mei-mei -

I've got a surprise for you: tickets to the London Ballet. Four tickets, actually, since I was sure you'd want A to see it as well. There's someone I'm bringing as well, whom I'd like you to meet.

The performance will be of Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty. Can you imagine, seeing it performed on Tchaikovsky's own home planet? Sometimes it's hard to believe we're here, on Earth-That-Was, and sometimes it's even harder to believe we're here.

Love,
Simon
[identity profile] methleigh.livejournal.com
"I suppose we really need this remedy for the muggles? They cannot simply use magic to relieve their symptoms? They will expect tonics and the taste of medicine. They are apparently aware most of that is simply alcohol..." Severus grumbled to Hook. "Of course, as it is a school for magic, they will expect fizzing sparkling rainbow-coloured nasty-tasting medicine..."

Despite his words he is stirring a potion carefully, counterclockwise, and he has added peppermint for the easing of symptoms. It is an amalgam of pepperup solution and regular cough potion. "I merely have to capture the steam and add ice at the correct moment. That will help to regulate their fevers, along with the more standard wizarding ingredients. And a great deal of whiskey."

He looked up at Hook. "Is this 'flu'- which we used to call 'ague'- really likely to become an epidemic? Or is it just that their paranoia makes them expect they are part of an epidemic, so they will waste our time and resources with imaginary and exagerated symptoms?"
[identity profile] edomedpeddler.livejournal.com
The problem arose from combining research on esoteric wards to try and combat and defend against the Newborn Sun, demonic youkai, and the inexplicable energy that drew forth Kusuriyuri's alternate form.

It wasn't a large problem. Quite the opposite, really. While in the Great Hall, researching the fires, trying to understand what caused them and seeing if there could be a stronger ward against them, a glop of the custard fell on the paper that Kusuriyuri was working on.

A hiss from the page should have been warning, but he was deep in concentration on the energy of the fires, trying to mimic it himself to create a ward against it. When his brush touched the 'Tubbie Custard,' there was a flash, an explosion that threw the peddler back and obscured him in smoke.

When the smoke cleared, the peddler was a little changed. Which is to say, he appeared to be about five, if human ages could apply to him.

He also acted as if he were five. He laughed, and climbed up onto the bench he'd been working on, and then onto the table, running the length of it, giggling with glee, before darting out into the halls.
[identity profile] kingbandit.livejournal.com
Jing is a thief. He lives to steal secrets and the representations of grief or pain from their owners. Hogwarts is rife with such secrets, but there is the matter of deciding just what to steal and when and whether he'd truly get away with it.

Then, there is the open challenge he has out to another thief, but the time isn't right yet. So many things happen that keep that particular prize from achieving the value it should have before it's reclaimed.

He's seen the compy lab and wondered about it. Does it hold secrets to steal? The best way to find out is to try. And Jing is one to be rather direct, issuing warnings of his intent. The lab is perfect for this as well.

A brief introductory session, interrupted by a tapestry behind him and the house elf showing him the system bursting into flames, and Jing understands much more than he was shown. In the manner of mischief common to boys and thieves, he makes a post under the name "ODorobou," since he is not one to hide just who and what he is.

Everyone has secrets, things they hide--or think they do--that they don't want anyone else to know. The problem with those secrets is the harder you try to hide them, the more valuable and more vulnerable they become. Unburden yourself. Reveal your secrets and be free of them.


Another fire behind him makes him decide to wait elsewhere, but he'll check back periodically to see just what secrets he collects.

This may be one of the easier heists he's pulled, if it works.
[identity profile] znachit-v-morg.livejournal.com
It was with no small amount of confusion that Ivan found himself not in the foyer of his house in Moscow, but inside what seemed to be a rather large castle he had never stepped foot in before. His round, childish face scrunched up, he slowly turned around to stare at the door he had just come through. No, that was definitely not his front door. Strange, because he was certain that he had just come in from his garden.

Well, damn, he hoped he'd seen the last of those memory lapses after 1991.

When Ivan turned back around there was a wide, cheerful smile plastered on his face and a long metal water pipe clutched in both gloved hands. He surveyed the room quickly for anyone he could talk to about exactly where he was and how he’d gotten here, before he spotted a desk across the room. As it was the most distinguishing object he had seen so far, Ivan approached it with a few long strides.

ExpandAllow me to elucidate. )

"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Ryssland__
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __La Russie__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __Rossiya__.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __Russia__"
[identity profile] bigredbernard.livejournal.com
Andy Bernard had come to Hogwarts with baggage. To house-elves he had entrusted his suitcase and even his messenger bag, but the banjo case he insisted on carrying himself. Its strap rumpled his suit jacket and diagonally bisected the neat front of his shirt (point-collar classic-fit dress shirt in glacier stripe, clashing with his Northwest-tartan wool tie, both by J. Crew).

"I'm comin' up so you better get this party started!"

How better to announce his arrival than with an a cappella cover of Pink's 2001 hit single?


ExpandI'm, like, really freaked-out and confused. ... I haven't freaked out about a decision like this since I had to choose between Here Comes Treble, Treble in Paradise, the Trebleshooters, and the Finger Lakes Maestros. )

((Posted with the approval and encouragement of the Office muns))

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

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