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science-advice.livejournal.com

A blue box gradually appeared, harked by its eerie, otherworldly klaxon… albeit one that wasn’t working as smoothly as it should have, by the sound of it. It flickered as if reluctant to solidify into existence, and the settled on visibility with a violent blink. Even it’s sound shut off rapidly, and there was an ominous bang from the inside. A moment after the door opened and a man exited, bringing with him a puff of smoke. He coughed discreetly and brushed his plum velvet coat and black cape with a brilliant purple satin lining somewhat indignantly, before looking around himself.

“Well, it’s not where I left at least… but where is it then…” he muttered to himself.

It looked like Earth, possibly even England, though not the time period he’d just left (and that was the first time in a while, he had to be getting better at this fixing business)… and yet not quite right. He gave a wide berth to a particularly unpleasant looking hat, and instead went to inspect a table, which seemed to be empty, but perhaps-- the Doctor’s eyebrows rose as a piece of paper and a quill shimmered into existence on the table. Now this was certainly not technology from any of humanity’s older periods. And a school of magic? Probably another embarrassing ploy from the Master, he really had to stop dabbling with this sort of thing. But for now, he might as well go with it.

( Now what is this nonsense? )

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

Clearly, the residents of Hat Shore needed something to do to keep from getting restless, much like a giant hamster ball. But once the idea of shoving everybody into a giant hamster ball had been nixed, the next best thing had been arranged: a boot camp! It would get everybody out into the open air, give everyone a chance to burn off energy, and provide a good laugh to all and sundry.

Being a wise and all-knowing and general busybody of a Hat who could indeed read minds while Sorting (even if it liked talking for talking's sake), the Hat had the perfect candidate in mind to be drafted into its fun. A few consultations were made, owls were exchanged, and Yoda, former Grand Master of the Jedi Order, found himself in charge of Hat Shore's Boot Camp.

( Hat Shore goes to camp. Not a happy camp. )

((Yoda will be available upon request--please note so in the subject line of your reply.

In order to pick a winner, the mods request that participating contestants go to random.org and use the number generator on the front page, 1 to 100, on the subject line of each first event post for your character. We will be operating on an honor system. At 11 p.m. US Eastern time on Wednesday, February 9, the mods will be totaling up the numbers and determining the winner thusly. Any further IC interactions--races, dueling, etc.--should be handled as usual, with communication between players to determine what, if anything, they wish to happen.

Have fun with each other and the environment!))

iam-beowulf.livejournal.com

Beowulf loved the Secret Santa exchange. He had loved it ever since Pippi Longstocking gave him the gift of rainbow-striped scarf, hat, and matching gloves, which he wore every year at Yule thereafter.

The concept of Santa, however, had very little to do with the holiday cheer Beowulf knew best. This year, he decided, as Gryffindor Prefect he would take matters into his own hands.

Posters went up everywhere, dictated by Beowulf to about twenty Dictaquills writing on twenty different sheets of parchment at once, and subsequently tacked up by house elves in all the usual places.

HWÆT! Yule tide does approach!

We call upon you to give gifts to one another, in the manner of a Yule Goat. If you do this, a Yule Goat will also give a gift unto you! If you fail to honor your pledge of gift-giving, a Yule Goat will disapprove!

Note the name by which you are called, if you wish to take part in this jolly exchange!

You have until the 10th day of December to make your pledge. On the 11th day of December, you will be told the name of the Hogwartsman whose Yule Goat you will be!

((OOC note!: Wishbone's player has kindly passed the torch to Beowulf this year. Beowulf will be organizing the Secret Santa exchange along the same lines as Wishbone's exchange last year.

Like last year, characters can ICly sign up other characters if the mun has OOC approval from the other character's player. Just note the permission OOCly in your comment.

Either let me know what e-mail address I should associate with that character's player, or what LJ account I should PM, once Beowulf has made all the assignments. ICly the character will receive an owl from Beowulf giving them their assignment, which is how the characters who didn't sign themselves up will find out they are obligated! OOCly, I'll either e-mail or PM each player.))

ariemorytwo.livejournal.com

Ari's prioritized action list:

1. Find a computer and attempt to log into Base One. Could be this 21st-century stuff is all someone's elaborate psych.

Attempt made. Ari wasn't surprised that it availed nothing. But she'd had to try.

2. Find Florian and Catlin.

Easiest thing was to send a message to the Hat asking about them. This took some doing: the messaging system here consisted of a fleet of trained owls. The end result: two wizened little green nonhumans showed up at Ari's door in Sparklypoo. They said their names were Flobby and Caddy. When pressed, they admitted these names were short for Floribunda and Cadwallader. Wrong genders, even, for Florian and Catlin. (House elves did seem to have gender; though, thankfully for human sensibilities, their naked forms did not bear primary or secondary sexual characteristics a human would recognize. A good thing. The elves refused to wear clothing, and seemed to take the very offer of any garment as an outrageous affront.)

Because Ari had described her azi in the message she'd sent -- Florian dark and slight, Catlin blonde and tall -- someone had stuck wigs onto the house elves. (Wigs apparently did not count as clothing.)

"Fine," said Ari. "You're my bodyguards."

They grinned and waved their cattle prods.

3. Get messages offworld.

She was hoping for replies to the inquiries she'd owled to the space programs of the major industrial nations: NASA, Roskosmos, and SBASAF. The freight on messages from any of these was likely to be ... well, astronomical. But -- again, as with the computers -- she'd had to try.

4. Familiarize self with grounds.

This was why she was walking away from the castle. Her house-elf bodyguards were trailing far behind her. Ari had a notebook and a Dictaquill, to which she occasionally spoke a few words.

smaug-thegolden.livejournal.com

((Will have NSFW comments, between Skwisgaar and Toki lovin' of varying explicitness and possible gore when Smaug finds some food and/or kills NPCs.

Smaug's Shoggies and any other random Shoggies can come along with Skwisgaar and Toki's too if their mun feels like playing them all. XD There's room.))

Early in the morning on the agreed upon day, Smaug was lying in the shade of the trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, awaiting Skwisgaar and Toki. Overseen by Elric, his group of Shoggies had spent the last week hard at work making a double houdah of sorts for him to wear—two large rectangular, canopied stone compartments sat to either side of the spines running centrally down the back of his body, situated at the base of his long neck, before his wings. It was the ideal spot to be for sight-seeing from dragonback. The motif on the stone compartments had been suggested by the Scandinavians themselves, with additional input from Elric, and per Smaug's permission gems and other treasure from his own hoard had been incorporated into the design, with velvet pillows in complementary colours and other such padding lining the interior of each houdah. They were luxurious carriages fit for 'brutal' royalty, as Dethklok would say. He wouldn't want to be seen carrying anything less impressive.

( Read more... )

capt-jim-kirk.livejournal.com

There was a flash of light, and a man appeared suddenly in the room. Youngish and fairish, he appeared extremely charming, or at least the sort of man who thought he was. At the moment, however, he was rather befuddled. "Not another transporter accident," he muttered to himself, and looked around. Located in the center of the room was a sheet of some papery substance, an old-fashioned quill pen hovering over it.

"What's this, then?" he asked aloud, looking it over. To his surprise, the pen copied his words down on the paper. He examined the sheet more closely. It was a questionnaire of some sort, though he didn't know what kind asked about cheese. Rather cautiously, he began to fill it out...
( Allow me to elucidate. )
I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _JTK_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _JTK_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _JTK_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _JTK_ Wait, what?

Current Mood: confused

not-so-notsil.livejournal.com

"Kolot? If you can hear me, I need you to check the left stabilizer again, it didn't feel right last run." The woman who appeared in the Sorting Room stretched and rubbed tiredly at her eyes, waiting for the angry chatter of her Ewok copilot demanding that she check it herself. It didn't come. "Kolot?" She blinked the bleariness from her eyes--she'd instructed Tonin, her astromech, to wake her after only two hours of sleep and she really could have used six more--and frowned. Whatever this place was, it wasn't her shuttle. There was no sign of Kolot or Tonin.

Oh hell. I've finally gone off the deep end.

She stroked the red braid that fell over one shoulder, though not hard. Her long red hair was a wig. Underneath, her hair was still mostly white-blond and short, though it had grown some in the past few weeks and her natural brown coloring could be seen close to her scalp. She chewed at her lower lip as she glanced around the room. Unfamiliar, primitive looking architecture. Despite her brain being filled almost to the breaking point with everything that Imperial Intelligence had deemed potentially useful, she couldn't match it to any of hundreds of worlds, cultures, and alien species. The stone floor under her boots felt real. The slight chill in the air felt real. The smells--dust, the slight tang of smoke--seemed to really be there. And the texture of the parchment under her fingers as she picked up the sheet on a nearby table certainly felt real enough.

Parchment? Seriously? After a lifetime of datapads and flimsi, it was almost comical. For lack of anything better to do, she skimmed the paper, brows creasing the further she read. Odd questions, and how did they expect her to answer them? There was no keyboard, no stylus. "Does anyone know how to work this thing?"

A feather floated up from the desk. She smiled weakly at it.

( All the furniture that made up the way I'd thought and felt about things all my life started coming loose in my head. Nowadays it slides around and breaks into pieces and I have no idea what parts of it are real and what aren't. It hurts, and a lot of the time I don't know who I am anymore. )

"I have read the

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

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

((Permission has been granted by the two SW muns, one of whom is me!))

gotcake.livejournal.com

There's a giant, metal, robotic, construct hanging from the ceiling in the Sorting Room. When (if?) accepted, she will move to her room and find some other way to get around the castle; but for now, she's here. And since she's an insane computer built by people who were potentially even more insane, being here doesn't really elicit more than vaguely curious staring. And a desire for cake, but that went without saying.

"Hello?" she called out. "Is anyone there?" And if there was a slightly plaintive note in her computerized monotone, well, could you really blame her? Life just wasn't worth living without people to do research on.

( Fine. I suppose I'll fill out this application. By myself. Because no one else is here. )

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

dinosaurman.livejournal.com

((Open to all, even those who didn't sign up. I couldn't think of a partner activity, so feel free to team up or talk to whomever you want for the "assignment." And, credit where credit is due, the information comes from Principles of Animal Behavior, Lee Alan Dugman, 2004.))

After waiting long enough for everyone who was going to show up to arrive, Grant started his lecture.

( The queen is the one wearing the little grass lingerie )

nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com

The following anonymous post appeared on the compy network.

For the purposes of curiosity...

If you want to play, let me know in a reply to this thread, and I will pick three people currently in attendance at Hogwarts.

Which would you have sex with?
Which would you marry?
Which would you kill, provided that there weren't a no-kill spell?

If anyone else wants to assign choices as well, that would be grand!

((Edited to fix the rules. The mun has never actually played this game herself.))

Current Mood: curious

dc-starscream.livejournal.com

A deep, rolling rumble and accompanying tremor throughout the immediate area announced Starscream's landing near the lake. Waves rippled across the water's surface, and the clear night sky reflected there was obscured for several moments as the sentient robot stood, towering, heated exhaust curling upward in pale streams from his back. To creatures such as the carbon-based insects of Earth with their weak eyesight, the red glow of his optics would help distinguish some of his facial features from the surrounding darkness, and the intermittent sparks issuing from his midsection would provide a dim impression of his size.

The nearest being he detected produced now familiar readouts — the unusual one who had shown no signs of having difficulty seeing in the dark during any of their previous nighttime encounters, and who was decidedly not human. Or not anymore. Starscream was still in the process of solving that riddle himself, since he was too arrogant to admit to his ignorance and simply ask the pseudo-insect what he was.

But the boy was unimportant at the moment.

Starscream lowered into his habitual crouch. A steady, muted electronic hum filled the silence as he scanned through the latest torrents of collected data. He'd recently left Earth again for purposes known only to himself, and that secrecy wasn't likely to change anytime soon. It would only invite unwanted complications.

Current Location: near the lake
Current Music: IDK how about some ~mood music~

dc-starscream.livejournal.com

((A's RP reminded me! Sorry it's late. I'd backdate this, but taking his sweet time making good on agreements is pretty IC for Starscream...))

Per A's request, Starscream had acquired several dozen large rosebushes of the type the boy had asked for. He was inclined to send them on as is—uprooted, and dropping dirt everywhere—but the house elves he summoned to deliver them took it upon themselves to tightly wrap each bush's root ball in burlap, the proper way to transport them. It took the house elves several trips to deliver all the plants to A's greenhouse, the final one bearing a transcribed note pinned to the burlap that stated they were from Starscream.

Sunflora's request was able to be taken care of on the way to fulfill A's. A bit of radar jamming during a stealth trip to a power plant in the middle of the night was sufficient; Starscream's energy reserves were restored to full capacity, and it was simple enough to later siphon a tiny amount of the energy his systems naturally converted to Energon. This brilliant, glowing pink liquid was stored in a magically reinforced phial and delivered to Sunflora by a house elf, with a transcribed note attached specifying that it was liquid Energon.

dc-starscream.livejournal.com

((Physical appearance and alternate modes (Cybertronian jet, Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor fighter jet) are taken from the 2007 movie and tie-in comics/novel, and I'm basing his personality on the same. Abilities and history will be pulled from several sources or invented as necessary, since the many different continuities of Transformers don't mesh coherently.))

That was the thing about living technology and magic. Without precise adjustments, allowances, and most importantly the right knowledge, they aren't going to gel. And the thing about being a giant alien robotic lifeform from another planet and the wizarding world not having an electronic worldwide network to hack into? Meant Starscream wasn't prepared when his engines abruptly cut out right as he was flying over Hogwarts in his F-22 Raptor jet mode. What a Decepticon was doing cruising through the wizarding world in the first place, and how he'd even managed to get there, was anyone's guess.

Starscream's landing was hardly graceful in his half-transformed state. He'd hoped to hit the ground on his feet, but with his systems malfunctioning due to the anti-technology field that surrounded Hogwarts, it was impossible. A massive trench was left in his wake, beginning on Hogwarts grounds and extending a ways into the Forbidden Forest, leaving the trees unfortunate enough to be in his path utterly decimated. Starscream himself fared much better, thanks to his incredible armor plating.

Whirring and grinding and the high-pitched squeal of metal scraping metal went on for several moments before the Decepticon was fully transformed out of his jet mode and into his robotic mode, his head vaguely resembling a samurai's kabuto, the rest of his body barely humanoid in appearance. The hiss of exhaust and the low thrumming of his weapons systems on stand-by mode continued as he made his way toward the castle.

( [garbled static] )

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

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Reality Show Event 2: Hat Shore Boot Camp Swamp Edition! (Hat Shore Participants)

secret Yule Goat! (with ooc info as well)

learning the ropes (open RP: Ari and some house elves)

Family Outing [Closed RP: Skwisgaar, Toki, Smaug, Elric, Shoggies, Starscream]

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Application: Gara Petothel/Lara Notsil/Kirney Slane, "Star Wars" (Wraith Squadron novels)

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House elf deliveries to A and Sunflora.

Starscream, Transformers

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