[identity profile] iceberg-boy.livejournal.com

<small>((Unpopping approved by AtLA muns))</small>

Aang opened his eyes to see himself surrounded by large puffed corn kernels, a special treat he remembered indulging in occasionally during fire nation festivals with Kuzon when he was travelling. He had a flash panic; where was he? Katara, Sokka, Appa and Momo were no where in sight. He saw no fire nation insignias, which calmed him down slightly, but there still remained a sense of mystery to his whereabouts at the moment. What were these puffed kernels doing here? No one seemed to be eating them. He saw a piece of ethed metal mounted on the wall; a list of some sort. He wasn't sure he recognized any of the characters, which was even more unsettling. There were no icebergs around this time; he certainly hadn't been frozen.

But for some particular reason...he was rather wet. Aang looked over his clothes, which were a tone darker than their usual one. What exactly was he covered in? He sniffed the back of his right hand; it wasn't really anything he could recognize. His curiousity finally getting to him, Aang tenatively licked the back of his hand. The young airbender's eyebrows shot up with a realization that may have made or broken his potential capture and holding.

“I...I'm delicious!” He vocalized, eyebrows higher up on his forehead than ever before in surprise, and then set in determination. This mysterious deliciousness was certainly a conundrum, but it wasn't anything the Avatar couldn't solve!

<small>((Is there a tag for Aang? Mun couldn't find one.))</small>


[identity profile] soris-tabris.livejournal.com
 Soris came through a small, wooden door, very, very confused. He had been going into the marketplace to sell a few things-- and upon walking out the front door to his home had ended up here.

"Shianni? Look, this isn't funny. Kallian?" His cousin was Warden-Commander and hero of Fereldan, sure, but for her to gather all these resources just to play a trick on him seemed unlike her.

"All right, this is too strange. Somebody needs to explain what's going on..."

And that's when he saw the parchment sitting on the desk in the middle of the room.

State your full name.
Soris looked a little nervous. “I, uh... Soris Tabris.”
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
“Well, if we're really lucky, we can buy some of the nicer stuff from the Denerim marketplace. But, uh, we don't get lucky very often.”
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
“I'm not... I don't...” It actually takes a moment for the young elf to compose himself before he speaks again. “I don't do that anymore. If they hurt my family, though, I'd do it.”
3. What time is it where you are?
Soris glances about the room, looking out the window. “I think it's still morning. It's still kind of light out.”
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
“I wouldn't dare,” said Soris, visibly angry. “it's... a very sensitive subject. Ask the next question.”
5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
“Uh... The, uh...” Soris ponders for a long while. “The Kidnapped Bridesmaid? Because it sounds witty in retrospect but was horrible at the time... Dear Maker, I'm not good at being witty.”
B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
“He should end up with someone he loves. I mean, I'm no theologian, but the Maker is very big on love.” Soris looked at his answer askance, praying that they would accept what he'd offered.
C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I'm constantly disposing of it.
“Well, try putting lots of stuff on the desk so that there's nowhere to put the paperwork,” the young elf offered hopefully. He was smart, for someone who hadn't been given much schooling outside of ancient elven history, reading, and combat training.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
“I, uh... I killed Vaughan Urien. I'm not really proud of it, but I killed him.” He paused. “I mean, my cousin was there, but I landed the final blow. She just sorta killed the other two guys. But it was Vaughan we were after!”
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.
I, uh, I can give you these!” Soris pulled a small package out of his backpack-- his wedding clothes, which he had been planning to sell. “They're really nicely made. The whole alienage chipped in.”

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___Soris_____
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___Soris___.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___Soris___.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __Soris___"
[identity profile] grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com
Cards from Codex to:

ExpandFrancium. )

ExpandDieter. )

ExpandIgor. )

ExpandNemo. )

ExpandMarcus. )

ExpandSakon and Ukon. )




Gifts and such from Megan:

ExpandIgor! )

ExpandSage and Rat! )

ExpandMaddie! )

ExpandDean! )

ExpandRose! )




Valentine's presents:

ExpandBaron Harkonnen. )

ExpandJasper. )

ExpandDethklok. )

ExpandProfessor Homsar. )




Not-presents from Lee:

ExpandMethos. )

ExpandRaistlin. )

ExpandCastiel. )




Something confused from Sokka:

ExpandTy Lee? )

ExpandKurama and... Mr. Kurama? )




From Aayla, there are a bowl of fortune cookies under a tiny Christmas tree in the Gryffindor common room, with "Merry Christmas - From Aayla Secura" on the bowl. The fortune cookies are not cursed, drugged, or in any way tampered with--they just have happy messages inside.




From Santa Yoda:

ExpandTo R2-D2 and C-3P0: )

ExpandTo Rat: )

ExpandTo Tenel Ka: )

ExpandTo Coraline: )

ExpandTo Toki and the Shoggies: )

ExpandTo Dieter: )

((And because I think it's hilarious, the voices of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda from Star Wars: The Clone Wars did their own version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas this year. Obi-Wan, Cad Bane, and Ziro doing How The Grinch Stole Christmas last year was pretty fun, too!))
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items.

(Beowulf hadn't been much help at all; he was busy worrying about missing Yule Goat gifts, and haranguing house-elves to bring him replacements so no one would go ungifted. Many copies of the Tarvunty would be given out, from the sound of it.)

The enchanted ceiling of the hall offered an unobstructed view of the evening sky: clouds painted in brilliant shades of coral and lavender, fading to pale gold toward the horizon.

Luxurious black satin tablecloths covered the rows of tables, and places were set with exquisite crystal goblets and sterling silver cutlery. Elegant candelabras were scattered across the tables, and a much greater multitude of candles had been enchanted to hang in the air like fireflies -- and not drip wax -- at such a height that only Smaug might be in peril of bumping into any. Deep crimson draperies adorned the tall windows, tied back with black cords.

Several enormous fountains featuring somewhat morbid sculptures had been placed around the hall, quietly flowing with red wine, and there was also an assortment of tall fir trees, festively decorated for the Yule holiday.

A, Skwisgaar, and Beowulf all had places of honour at the head of separate tables: the Hufflepuff prefects' chairs were draped with graceful lengths of black and gold velvet, and the Gryffindor prefect's with red and gold velvet, to set them apart from the rest.

One row of tables had been designated exclusively for food and drink, and they were differentiated by their crimson tablecloths. Per Skwisgaar's request, Berwald Oxenstierna had been hard at work all day preparing a proper Swedish smörgåsbord: there was gravlax, kroppkakor, Swedish meatballs (of course), pickled herring, a variety of tasty items for open faced sandwiches, ostkaka, waffles with a selection of toppings (jam, whipped cream, ice cream), chokladboll, and kladdkaka. A had been equally busy, preparing a roast lamb, brussels sprouts, panettone, and, also by Skwisgaar's request, homemade lingonberry jam. In addition, a small area was set up with stacks of fresh baked butter cookies, along with bowls of icing and various toppings to decorate them with, should any guests wish to.

The presence of Valentine Wolfe, who had arrived with Vladimir Harkonnen to deliver the booze ahead of time, assured that several of these items would undoubtedly be drugged, unbeknownst to any of the prefect hosts.

Outdoors, on the lawn, wood was piled high for Beowulf's festive bonfire. He had tried to transfigure it all into one gigantic Yule log, with little success; here and there, the lengths of lumber appeared to have melted into one another and recongealed into their proper consistency, but it was still just a pile of firewood for the most part. Overenthusiastic house elves had added bits of furniture to the firewood. A safe distance from the firepit, a sleigh sat mired in mud; it was filled with nothing but heaps of fur robes. When dinner was over, Beowulf would blow his golden horn and lead the revelers out to light the fire.

But first: food! and the exchanging of presents!


(( OOC note: Any item may be safe or may have been spiked by Valentine, at your wish. If spiked, the nature of the character's altered state is entirely up to the player. Since we already have a chocolate plot running thanks to the enchanted water, Valentine's spiked goodies may alter or nullify the effects that the enchanted water may have induced. as the player sees fit. Or it may leave those effects in place and simply add another simultaneous effect. The more, the merrier.

One more thing: If your characters become inclined toward NSFW action, please split it into a separate post rather than RPing the NSFWness in the party post. Ditto for anything triggery -- anything that you'd normally put a warning on. Putting it in a separate post as a closed RP means you can put the appropriate warning right on the label, with a nice LJ-cut for everyone's protection. ))
[identity profile] tallyhopippip.livejournal.com
It's been a little over a year since George got turned into a sparklepire. By now, his eyes were completely amber, the result of a year of feeding on animals.

His painting had flourished too, having precognition was a definite bonus.

Still the same old idiot, though.

"TALLY HO!" George cried as he sat in his uniform (and only in his uniform, no coat or anything) riding a charmed sled around Hogwarts. Well, it's not like there are hills here.
[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
((ooc note: Ariane Emory II is taken from after the events of Cyteen (1988) and Regenesis (2009). Expect thorough spoilers for Regenesis. ))

Expand'A different Ari. A very different Ari.' 'We don't know how different she'll become, as time passes.' )


ooc disclaimer: I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. AEII
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. AEII
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. AEII
One day, marmalade will rule the world. AEII
[identity profile] circusfreak-tl.livejournal.com
(Checked out with Sokka-mun as per the rules.)
Ty Lee found herself, quite suddenly, in an unfamiliar room of gray stone. Well, this was no good! She'd just gotten out of prison! How was she supposed to be one of the Kyoshi warriors if she was spirited away to... well, to where ever this was? Ty Lee had been hanging around in her own clothes when she suddenly arrived here - those robes and facepaint got hot after a while - but she really was serious about joining them. She hoped they didn't take her sudden disappearance the wrong way.

Spotting the pedestal, Ty Lee crossed the room in a couple of quick handsprings - if there was any danger here, she'd better keep loose, and if there wasn't? Ty Lee never actually needed a reason to do a few handsprings. She perused the application briefly, and began to fill it out.
ExpandApplication? For what? )

I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____TL_____
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___TL_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___TL______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____TL______
[identity profile] edomedpeddler.livejournal.com
The day was cooler than it had been recently, clouds obscuring the sun, promising rain, though just when that would happen remained to be seen as those clouds that became heavy enough to begin shedding their load onto the earth were shifted off, moved to another part of the sky, leaving lighter gray clouds hanging over Hogwarts, as though there were some conspiracy of weather and location to tease only, to hint and promise, but not to fulfill.

With his case on his back and Boukensha comfortably in the collar of his kimono, Kusuriyuri wandered out onto the grounds. His feet were mostly healed now, only some redness hidden beneath his tabi socks. His walk revealed nothing of the injuries he'd suffered at Karasu's hands, though a ward was between his fingers should it be needed. He would not allow himself to be so injured again, if he could do anything to stop it.

A lanky, black-clad figure separated itself from the Forbidden Forest. At first, the flowing trench coat made Kusuriyuri think of Karasu, but the wide-brimmed hat cleared up that misconception, though the figure moved with the grace of not just a hunter but a consummate predator, someone for whom everyone and everything was prey, waiting to be judged, tested.

Kusuriyuri watched as the figure approached.

The figure reached for his hat, touching the brim as he bowed slightly when he was close enough for politeness. "I have heard of you," he said, his voice cultured, smooth, polite. "You are the medicine peddler. It is a pleasure. I am Kuroudo Akabane."

Kusuriyuri returned the bow, his expression curious. "This one is called Kusuriyuri." He tilted his head a little, feeling Boukensha's head against his cheek. "You are...?"

"A Transporter," Akabane replied. He slipped his hands into his pockets, his expression curious, weighing the one before him. "You are not human, are you?" he asked.

Kusuriyuri looked deeper. "Nor are you, are you?" he replied.

Akabane chuckled, reaching for his hat again. "I don't think you will bore me, but I do have something to do at the moment. If you don't mind, I should like to meet again sometime."

"Saa," Kusuriyuri replied, deliberately vague, watching as Akabane moved toward the castle before returning to his mind to his original purpose, to gather plants to replenish the ones he'd used to heal himself and Kurama.

((OOC: Pick your poison ;) ))
[identity profile] boomerwangfire.livejournal.com
((Sokka is from just after the end of the TV show, and since I actually didn't remember we had one years and years ago will not remember his previous time at Hogwarts.))

There was a pop, and an embarrassing and slightly painful sprawl of limbs, and Sokka of the Southern Water tribe found himself in a greasy puddle on the floor. "Eeeugh," he said, untangling his arms and legs from his sword and boomerang--"SWORD AND BOOMERANG! YOU CAME BACK!" He could have hugged them, if he hadn't been soaked in--what was this? It felt like Appa-drool, but it smelled better.

He shook off as much of it as he could and looked around. Stone floors, stone walls, and glass cases filled with... seeds? Giant seeds? What was this place? It didn't look like an Earth Kingdom building, which made no sense since when he had fallen asleep the night before, it had been in Ba Sing Se. He had hurt his leg during the invasion a few days before, not his head, so he was pretty sure that he could trust his memory on that.

He strapped his boomerang into its accustomed place,thankful that he was wearing his comfortable usual clothes, instead of the more lavish ones that had been gifted to him and the rest of his friends for their help in defending the Earth Kingdom from the Fire Lord. They were really awesome robes and everything, but if he was going to be lost in a strange place, at least he'd be lost in a strange place in something he was used to wearing. Even if it was covered in grease. His sword, he kept in his hand, unsheathed, the metal dark and different from usual steel. Super awesome space sword yeah! He was so glad to have it back. And his boomerang! Some people had security blankets, Sokka had his boomerang.

He poked his head out the door and looked both ways, and after a second's hesitation, up. Nobody threatening around that he could see. With a slight limp, he snuck down the hallway, hugging the walls.

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