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tenofgallifrey.livejournal.com"Master...What are you doing to our room?"
tenofgallifrey.livejournal.com
theregothedrums.livejournal.comIt wasn't a matter of distress or inner conflict. His current situation needed to be handled with finesse, of course, but if it was too easy he'd know better than to trust it. Still, it was nice to take a break from all that earnestness for a drink or two and, of all things, a hot fudge sundae. Because sometimes a hot fudge sundae is just what you need.
ugly-old-hat.livejournal.comThe Sorting Hat kept up with the trends! It knew that the world was scheduled to end on May 21, and all the righteous would be uplifted to Heaven.
Since the Sorting Hat knew itself to be the wisest and most righteous being of all, it came to the most logical conclusion.
Upon waking from a nap on the afternoon of the 21st, and realizing it was still at Hogwarts, the Hat understood that it was already in Heaven.
Hogwarts was heaven.
"Halos and harps for everyone!" the Hat decreed.
And so it was. House elves brought everyone gilt halos and strap-on wings and hand-held harps, or autoharps, or the occasional harmonica (the house elves had taken to tasing one another for fun, and their mental acuity was not what it once was). The Great Hall (still home to the wax display of Hatsguard Heroes, mind you) was bedecked in white draperies, tinsel, and leftover battle fog from the Harkonnen Dining Experience machines (the Hat felt this would create a cloudlike effect). Angel food cake and ambrosia were the evening meal. Oh, and cans of Red Bull ((at player suggestion, because it GIVES YOU WINGS)).
Debbie Gibson's BELINDA CARLISLE's "Heaven Is a Place on Earth" was piped through WART, the insipid soundtrack of Hat Heaven. Alternating with the Elvenking cover of same ((thanks to Igor-mun)).
Since the Sorting Hat knew itself to be the wisest and most righteous being of all, it came to the most logical conclusion.
Upon waking from a nap on the afternoon of the 21st, and realizing it was still at Hogwarts, the Hat understood that it was already in Heaven.
Hogwarts was heaven.
"Halos and harps for everyone!" the Hat decreed.
And so it was. House elves brought everyone gilt halos and strap-on wings and hand-held harps, or autoharps, or the occasional harmonica (the house elves had taken to tasing one another for fun, and their mental acuity was not what it once was). The Great Hall (still home to the wax display of Hatsguard Heroes, mind you) was bedecked in white draperies, tinsel, and leftover battle fog from the Harkonnen Dining Experience machines (the Hat felt this would create a cloudlike effect). Angel food cake and ambrosia were the evening meal. Oh, and cans of Red Bull ((at player suggestion, because it GIVES YOU WINGS)).
Owl to the Doctor, any incarnation
May. 1st, 2011 09:40 amvislor-turlough.livejournal.comI need to talk to you.
Turlough
Turlough
WART from the Master!
Apr. 29th, 2011 11:52 pmtheregothedrums.livejournal.comIt's been a while, all you wayward children of Hogwarts. I think it's time for a little more... music.
( Uh-oh, he sounds happy. )
((ETA: Eventual NSFW in the Ten/Master thread))
( Uh-oh, he sounds happy. )((ETA: Eventual NSFW in the Ten/Master thread))
tenofgallifrey.livejournal.com"Jaaaack hurry up!" The Doctor called impatiently, bouncing on the balls of his feet. There was so much to see! Not that they were pressed for time, but he was eager to begin learning where things were, what things were. He'd been ready for this all morning and they wait was growing unbearable. How long did it take to throw on a pair of shoes? "What are you doing? You're as bad as Donna, you know that?"
He paced back outside the captain's room, stopping only when he spotted something moving on the wall opposite the door. Oh that was something. That was really something.
"I've heard of moving photos, holograms even, but paintings? Oh that is fantastic." And inevitably the screwdriver was out, scanning all around the portrait of a young woman in renaissance garb who looked perfectly scandalized by his behavior and tried to cover herself.
"You rude man!" The Doctor's face split into a grin and he spun around in a circle before, "Sentient paintings! Actual- Amazing!."
He paced back outside the captain's room, stopping only when he spotted something moving on the wall opposite the door. Oh that was something. That was really something.
"I've heard of moving photos, holograms even, but paintings? Oh that is fantastic." And inevitably the screwdriver was out, scanning all around the portrait of a young woman in renaissance garb who looked perfectly scandalized by his behavior and tried to cover herself.
"You rude man!" The Doctor's face split into a grin and he spun around in a circle before, "Sentient paintings! Actual- Amazing!."
[RP for Ten and the Master]
Apr. 16th, 2011 11:32 pmtheregothedrums.livejournal.comHe should be happy. Should be over the moon, as it were. But of course their conversation had taken an uncomfortable turn, and the Doctor had breezed off. So very typical of him.
But he wasn't going to let that keep him from doing the things he wanted to do. And as it was fairly early in the morning, that was helping himself to coffee and danishes that he had personally seen the house elves set out
[ETA: NSFW!]
But he wasn't going to let that keep him from doing the things he wanted to do. And as it was fairly early in the morning, that was helping himself to coffee and danishes that he had personally seen the house elves set out
[ETA: NSFW!]
Unpopping the Doctor
Apr. 9th, 2011 07:32 pmtenofgallifrey.livejournal.com[Wakes up in a very strange room, even by his standards. Popcorn everywhere. He blinks and runs a hand through his hair, wondering how on Earth he wound up here and realizes his hair is very... slick. In fact so is the rest of him. It smells like.. He sniffs and then puts a finger in his mouth. Butter, He's absolutely covered in butter. Interesting.
The Doctor gets to his feet and takes a good look around the room. His stomach growls, empty as it's ever bveeen but for some reason it seems like a good idea not to eat anything in here. Absently licking his fingers again he wades through the mess and for the door.]
Hullo?
The Doctor gets to his feet and takes a good look around the room. His stomach growls, empty as it's ever bveeen but for some reason it seems like a good idea not to eat anything in here. Absently licking his fingers again he wades through the mess and for the door.]
Hullo?
application for Jem! (of the cartoon JEM)
Feb. 13th, 2011 08:04 pmglamhologram.livejournal.comIn the Sorting Room, a starburst of magenta light flashed and was gone. At the center of the afterglow stood a young woman with big pink '80s hair, wearing a pink wrap dress belted with silver beaded fringe. Her matching pink heels were alarmingly high, yet she could do anything in them, it seemed. This was adequately demonstrated as she ran back and forth between the Sorting Room's walls, alternately throwing herself against the walls and pounding against them. Throughout this display, she managed not to break the microphone she was clutching in her hand.
"Help! Let me out! Someone? Anyone? Rio, where are you?!"
Finally she gave up. With a furtive look around to assure herself no thugs or Misfits were around to discover her secret, she reached up to finger one of the gaudy red starburst-shaped earrings she wore.
"Show's over, Synergy."
But nothing happened. Instead, a funny piece of parchment floated into view, and a floating quill beside it. Was the quill actually reading questions to her, and then writing down the answers?
( Show's over, Synergy! .... Synergy? SYNERGY?!? Hello ...? )
[["I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. JEM
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JEM
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.JEM
One day, marmalade will rule the world. JEM"]]
"Help! Let me out! Someone? Anyone? Rio, where are you?!"
Finally she gave up. With a furtive look around to assure herself no thugs or Misfits were around to discover her secret, she reached up to finger one of the gaudy red starburst-shaped earrings she wore.
"Show's over, Synergy."
But nothing happened. Instead, a funny piece of parchment floated into view, and a floating quill beside it. Was the quill actually reading questions to her, and then writing down the answers?
( Show's over, Synergy! .... Synergy? SYNERGY?!? Hello ...? )[["I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. JEM
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JEM
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.JEM
One day, marmalade will rule the world. JEM"]]
Open RP in A's Garden
Feb. 12th, 2011 06:50 pmi-am-an-hero.livejournal.comThe encounter with Delirium in the Popcorn Room had disturbed A deeply. He hadn't realized quite how changed he was until suddenly his mind had been back then. Wishbone's welcome distraction had gotten him away from her, but he still felt the weight he'd spent the last few years pulling himself out from under.
He tried to focus. It wasn't planting time yet, but he'd drawn out plans for new beds in his garden, butterfly-attracting flowers around the gazebo, and the worked the dirt there now, preparing. It gave him something to think about that was now.
As long as he could keep from looking at his inevitably bleeding scraped knuckles...
He tried to focus. It wasn't planting time yet, but he'd drawn out plans for new beds in his garden, butterfly-attracting flowers around the gazebo, and the worked the dirt there now, preparing. It gave him something to think about that was now.
As long as he could keep from looking at his inevitably bleeding scraped knuckles...
RP for the Tenth Doctor and the Master
Feb. 2nd, 2011 01:44 amtheregothedrums.livejournal.comThe Little Green Apple was as good a neutral spot as any in Hogwarts, and comfortable to boot. The Master was still making at least a token effort to seem nonchalant and sardonic, despite the intense longing he was sure kept creeping into his gaze. If he could make a show of ignoring it, perhaps the Doctor would allow him the dignity of doing the same.
It helped that there were so many utterly ridiculous bits of trivia in what made up daily life at Hogwarts. Even the rather skimpy outline he'd given was enough to distract anyone with a modicum of curiosity... a mad hat dictator with a penchant for forced marriages, hexed chocolates with the most alarming (if temporary) effects, and the sheer variety of residents from a seemingly limitless pool of potential universes was fuel for plenty of conversation.
There was, however, a matter of personal importance he needed to settle, and the sooner the better. He'd thought he'd had the help he needed lined up, but that seemed less certain than he'd thought. Alternate measures might be called for.
Which, damn it, meant lowering himself to asking for help, to asking the Doctor for help, again.
"And there's a personal project I'm working on," he said, changing the subject abruptly. "Alone, it's not something I'm comfortable... letting anyone else into... but I've reached a point that I won't be able to manage entirely on my own."
It helped that there were so many utterly ridiculous bits of trivia in what made up daily life at Hogwarts. Even the rather skimpy outline he'd given was enough to distract anyone with a modicum of curiosity... a mad hat dictator with a penchant for forced marriages, hexed chocolates with the most alarming (if temporary) effects, and the sheer variety of residents from a seemingly limitless pool of potential universes was fuel for plenty of conversation.
There was, however, a matter of personal importance he needed to settle, and the sooner the better. He'd thought he'd had the help he needed lined up, but that seemed less certain than he'd thought. Alternate measures might be called for.
Which, damn it, meant lowering himself to asking for help, to asking the Doctor for help, again.
"And there's a personal project I'm working on," he said, changing the subject abruptly. "Alone, it's not something I'm comfortable... letting anyone else into... but I've reached a point that I won't be able to manage entirely on my own."
...Popped culture?
Jan. 22nd, 2011 10:04 pmbitmagnificent.livejournal.comAs was wont to happen, there was an uneasy rumble amidst a mass of popcorn. It shifted, and heaved, and spewed forth a spindly-looking man in a tattered suit before settling again. He staggered to his feet, shook his head, and then stopped.
Blink. Glance. Sniff.
Something was wrong. Incredibly wrong, in fact. He could have sworn he was reaching specifically for the handle in order to let Wilf out... but the door was now conspicuously absent. As was the entire chamber, really, the office, the headquarters, the... probably the world. Well, maybe not the world. He didn't feel quite out of phase, not in the cosmic sense, at least. He was still on Earth - an Earth. But something was wrong.
He had absolutely no idea where he was. This was a corridor he was sure he'd never seen in his lives, much less been in. Everything was a bit weird. The dimensions of the walls, the air itself, the smells around him. He hopped experimentally... nope, not regenerated. Still him, easy.
Out came the screwdriver. Environment stable, solid, good, but no signal from the TARDIS. And what was more, a strange substance...
...
"Butter!" he exclaimed indignantly. "And it's not even real! What in - why would someone teleport you and dump butter on your head?" He took an annoyed step forward... and slipped on the greasy sole of his shoe, landing squarely on his bottom with a grunt. "I've been dipped in it! Did you dip me?" he shouted at the air. "WHO TELEPORTS A MAN AND DIPS HIM IN BUTTER?"
Blink. Glance. Sniff.
Something was wrong. Incredibly wrong, in fact. He could have sworn he was reaching specifically for the handle in order to let Wilf out... but the door was now conspicuously absent. As was the entire chamber, really, the office, the headquarters, the... probably the world. Well, maybe not the world. He didn't feel quite out of phase, not in the cosmic sense, at least. He was still on Earth - an Earth. But something was wrong.
He had absolutely no idea where he was. This was a corridor he was sure he'd never seen in his lives, much less been in. Everything was a bit weird. The dimensions of the walls, the air itself, the smells around him. He hopped experimentally... nope, not regenerated. Still him, easy.
Out came the screwdriver. Environment stable, solid, good, but no signal from the TARDIS. And what was more, a strange substance...
...
"Butter!" he exclaimed indignantly. "And it's not even real! What in - why would someone teleport you and dump butter on your head?" He took an annoyed step forward... and slipped on the greasy sole of his shoe, landing squarely on his bottom with a grunt. "I've been dipped in it! Did you dip me?" he shouted at the air. "WHO TELEPORTS A MAN AND DIPS HIM IN BUTTER?"
Open rp in the library
May. 28th, 2008 06:45 pmnotaperfectten.livejournal.comThe Doctor was wandering. He did that a lot. He was also thinking. Something he did a lot of too. He wondered if everyone he knew that had been here was now popcorn. He wasn't so keen on the idea of Rose being popcorn, or really anyone he knew. To add to the strangeness of the place there was also that Jack Harkness was teaching. He headed to the library to see what books he could read, or at least he could look up something useful in the ongoing search for the Tardis.
So Doctor with books, happy to be distracted.
So Doctor with books, happy to be distracted.
fantastic-rose.livejournal.comRose had a vaguely unsettled feeling that she should be much more worried about running into The Doctor (the other Doctor, brown-eyed, freckled, apparently with a mole) than she currently felt. But after the first moment of gawking surprise when The Doctor (her Doctor, the proper Doctor, thank you) had mentioned, seriously enough, that his other self (pretty boy with the fluffy hair and sideburns of all things) was here, back again, Rose hadn't really worried at all.
Much.
Really.
( I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello. )
(Please, think of the owls, and interrupt her before she can write that parchment... XD )
Much.
Really.
( I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello. )(Please, think of the owls, and interrupt her before she can write that parchment... XD )
Application for the Master, Doctor Who
Jul. 1st, 2007 02:13 pmuse-my-name.livejournal.com((Okay'd by Ten'n'Jack-mun. Needless to say, this is gonna have spoilers a-plenty.))
( Cut for needless introduction that got a little long )
( This is your lord and Master speaking. )
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. HS
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. HS
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. HS
One day, marmalade will rule the world. HS"
( Cut for needless introduction that got a little long )( This is your lord and Master speaking. )"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. HS
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. HS
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. HS
One day, marmalade will rule the world. HS"
Oy, it's my application
Dec. 30th, 2005 07:56 pmthe-10th-doctor.livejournal.comCurrent Application:
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Well, to that question, I really don't have an answer quite yet. After all, everything's a bit new. New hair, new eyes...the nose is a definate improvement, don't you think so? Of course you don't know.
Anyway, I remember quite vividly that my 3rd persona quite liked gorgonzola. I suppose I'd have to sample a few bits of cheese just to figure out what kind of cheese eater I am. But if I try a cheese and don't like it, I won't give it any second chances...lol.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Well, I'd prefer not to kill anybody. Not even a sycorax. So, is it absolutely necessary that I answer this question. I mean Really!
3. What time is it where you are?
Well, I suppose that depends on where I am at the moment. Time is relative, after all. So, where am I? Oh yes, I remember. Earth. London. 21st Century. Just after Christmas about 8:00 pm I should think.
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.
Well, I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA who Albus Dumbledore is. Nor do I know how or why he has returned from the dead. He isn't a pydonian, is he? Nevermind. But I seriously doubt I would sexually harass anyone, but I'm not too sure about that as...heh...I really don't know who I am yet. 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.
Well, I suppose I would bartend in the "Pydonian Pisser" in the outer zones of Gallifrey and I would only serve to drunken shabogans who could supply me with a light in this bloody place. After all, it's pretty hard to tend pub in the bloody dark.
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.
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.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
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.
Well, I have an entire wardrobe aboard the TARDIS. Would any of you like any period clothing? All sorts of clothes from all places in time and space. Or would you prefer a jelly baby? (Did I actually SAY that??)
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Well, to that question, I really don't have an answer quite yet. After all, everything's a bit new. New hair, new eyes...the nose is a definate improvement, don't you think so? Of course you don't know.
Anyway, I remember quite vividly that my 3rd persona quite liked gorgonzola. I suppose I'd have to sample a few bits of cheese just to figure out what kind of cheese eater I am. But if I try a cheese and don't like it, I won't give it any second chances...lol.
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Well, I'd prefer not to kill anybody. Not even a sycorax. So, is it absolutely necessary that I answer this question. I mean Really!
3. What time is it where you are?
Well, I suppose that depends on where I am at the moment. Time is relative, after all. So, where am I? Oh yes, I remember. Earth. London. 21st Century. Just after Christmas about 8:00 pm I should think.
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.
Well, I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA who Albus Dumbledore is. Nor do I know how or why he has returned from the dead. He isn't a pydonian, is he? Nevermind. But I seriously doubt I would sexually harass anyone, but I'm not too sure about that as...heh...I really don't know who I am yet. 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.
Well, I suppose I would bartend in the "Pydonian Pisser" in the outer zones of Gallifrey and I would only serve to drunken shabogans who could supply me with a light in this bloody place. After all, it's pretty hard to tend pub in the bloody dark.
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.
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.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
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.
Well, I have an entire wardrobe aboard the TARDIS. Would any of you like any period clothing? All sorts of clothes from all places in time and space. Or would you prefer a jelly baby? (Did I actually SAY that??)
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