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"Hello, all! If you could please take a moment to fill out a name tag-" Dax gestured to a neatly organized table, laden with Sharpies and stick-on tags "-we can get started! Please include your name, species, and a fun fact about your biochemistry!" The eager professor’s own tag proudly displayed 'Jadzia Dax, Trill, Has been male four times.'

( I never noticed/How lovely were the aliens/Lovely were the aliens/I never noticed/ Lovely were the aliens/Lovely were the aliens )

((Open RP. Go forth and mingle, aliens/party crashers of Hogwarts!))

Current Location: Astronomy Tower
Current Music: Velvet Revolver, Loving the Alien

spinmybuzzer.livejournal.com

"So where are we, anyway?" Homestar asked, looking around. He had just come out of a room full of popcorn, and he seemed to be in a long hallway. "And what's with all this butter?"

There was no answer. Homestar had some trouble with his R's, but it had never stopped anyone from talking to him before. Perhaps a bit more encouragement was required. "I mean, not that there's anything wrong with butter. Just…on popcorn, you know? Not on me. Cause then it's kind of gross."

He waited; still nothing. "I need, like, a shower or something. Maybe you could just point me in the direction of Marzipan's house? Or the nearest hose?"

Silence. Homestar frowned and glared suspiciously. "Hey, are you making fun of me? Cause that's getting really annoying. I have a wand," he held it up and made little tapping motions, "and I know how to use it. Seriously." A pause, then, "Whoa! Where'd I get this wand? I don't remember getting a wand." He had vague memories of some kind of school. And a hat. And Homsar and the Pea Soup guy were there.

"Am I in Oz?" he wondered, looking around again. He didn't yet seem to have realized that he was talking to a wall.

((Sorry, could someone help me out with Homestar's tag? It's not letting me add one myself.))

hobodoktor.livejournal.com

[[No, I'm not typing his lisp. I suck at lisps]]

"THE ALIENS TOOK MEEEEE!" A hobo in dirty clothes and a paper bag hat brandished a spoon. "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" But...there were no aliens here. Yet. Then Dr. Hobo saw the application. "Oh, they want me to be their doctor!"

( Fillin out my doctor application )

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

wayward-son124.livejournal.com

Okay, so I'm not going to be around much for the coming week or so. Exams! Fun times all around :D I just printed out two study guides, one 17 pages and the other 38, and... realized that I am going to have to do this, because that's just for two out of my seven classes.

So, yes. I am barely going to be around until Tuesday. I might scrunch some time in between studying sessions so I don't go insane, but just to let people know why my tagging is going to be horrendously slow.

Sincerely,
Hillary
Aka, Dean/Wilson/Lorelai/Bones/Zack/Tenna/Pickles/Ophelia/Jack Sparrow/Doug/Veronica/Marla/Jenks/IHaveTooManyCharacters!mun :D

Current Mood: anxious
Current Music: Incubus - Dig

schizowarrior.livejournal.com

( You are Cordially Invited to hear the wedding of Johnny C. and Devi D. )

metsuhametsu.livejournal.com

Deep in the bowls of the castle - which is to say, in a rather large and unusual room on the second floor - there came an almighty crash, as a small metallic robot fell from the roof into a little metal pile on the stone floor. How he managed this after spending several months as a large kernel of popcorn in an unbreakable glass case is unknown.

The little robot flipped onto his feet and gazed about the room with huge, featureless eyes. For several moments he looked somewhat contemplative.

This impression was somewhat shattered when he opened his mouth and screeched, "I'm NAKED!!!" and started running around one of the cases of giant popcorn kernels, waving his arms above his head.

"WHEEEEEE! I taste like a monkeh!"

((Come and encounter GIR - if you dare! XD))

jewboy-wonder.livejournal.com

Okay, so this is basically my public... h_h, I'm-really-sorry. I've been so busy as of late, between homework and crap and family issues I'd rather not get into... Yes. I have been horrid at tagging lately.

I know I have a Tenna thread and the Doug application, I've been severely neglecting my House/Wilson tag, and I haven't even been in IRC lately, to be specific, so anyone who I've left hanging for a few days... I'm sorry! My bad D: I'm going to try to be better over these next few days, haha.

So, again, my apologies for this xD

~Hillary, AKA
Dean, Wilson, Pickles, Doug, Tenna, Lorelai and Bones.

Current Mood: embarrassed
Current Music: The Mars Volta - Drunkship of Lanterns

assmeat-hunger.livejournal.com

((Okay'd by the I Feel Sick muns and the mods!))

Popcorn!

...What?

Tenna patted herself over for a few long seconds, spastically, her eyes flickering around the room as her hands settling upon her head and grabbed at her spiky black hair. Er. She was in a giant room. Filled with popcorn kernels. Which actually wasn't such a strange revelation, for Tenna, really - it was actually extremely... awesome - but that... huh. It was definitely a first. Watching her name disappear off of a plaque in the room, though, that might've made it onto the odd list.

Reeking of butter, still holding onto her head, and furrowing both eyebrows in a comical manner, Tenna took a few steps around, puzzled, glancing around the room at all the other kernels. She started a bit towards the door, and stopped again, doing a double-take, as if to check that, yep, it was a still popcorn.

And then, of course, exploded out into the hallway with a Xena-like yell, finally releasing her head to land in a ninja pose and glance to her surroundings. Hmm. Stone. And torches. A painting. Some suit of armor.

Dear God, she was a knight. It was the only explanation.

Current Mood: bouncy

harrylives.livejournal.com

((OOC: sorry this is so late, I got distracted. Stoopid Real Life.))

It's 8 o'clock, and it's time for those invited to meet at the Robot Devil's classroom for DA/duelling club/amateur Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Harry has moved all the desks back against the walls and pulled the chairs forward into a circle. There is also a large pile of cushions to one side and a stack of DADA books up the front. He paces around the room, nervously.

((OOC: this is open to all those Harry contacted about the club, their friends and anyone who feels like gate crashing. It is in a 'public' classroom, so feel free to show up if you want to.))

Current Mood: anxious

dice-addict.livejournal.com

((Sorry about the delay but it took me a while to decide how to play this. If you think it's unrealistic for your character to have been drunk enough/influenced by Ryuuji, you don't have to play along. Otherwise, pick any song you think your char would have sung, upload it to yousendit, then comment with a link. Easy way to share musical tastes! And if your char was drunk enough, pick a song they'd never normally sing and upload that. XD))

Over the course of the evening, everyone had been roped into trying out the karaoke machine at one point or another. Or trying it out several times, since Ryuuji hadn't been quite sure if he'd caught everyone and had compensated for that by pushing anyone he caught onto the stage and insisting that they serenade the pub.

For himself, he'd ended up performing once to break the ice, once for the hell of it and once near the end of the evening to prove he was still sober. And the fact that he thought that would prove he was sober probably testified to the fact that he was more than a little intoxicated by that point.

Songs were:

Every Me and Every You - Placebo.

The Calender Hung Itself - Bright Eyes.

Irresponsible - Voltaire.

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Entries tagged with tenna

Alien...er...Exo-Patriate Club!

Unpopcorning Homestar Runner

Dr. FG Hobo, VG Cats

MINI-HIATUS

The WART of Wedding-y Goodness, as officiated by Molly Michon

The Horrible Unpopping of GIR! (open RP)

OOC - Apology!

An unpopcorning of a lunatic... Open RP

Harry's "duelling club" meets at last!

KARAOKE!