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shoggies.livejournal.com

A very concise history of the Shoggies.

The Shoggies are a cracky version of Lovecraft's Shoggoths, and when they speak of other Mythos creatures, they will be speaking of the cracky UVoD versions, hence "Cthulhoo" instead of the proper "Cthulhu", "Nyarly" instead of "Nyarlathotep", etc. There's about 20-some shoggies currently swarming the Sorting Room, but with Shoggies, this is a very mutable number.

Shoggy: "Sooo cool!"

SPLAT! The sound of a Shoggy, falling, through a non-euclidean hole in space, and hitting the floor to break into multiple Shoggies.

Shoggies: "Oooh, hi there Shoggy!" "Oh hi Shoggy, are you new or am I new?" "Oooh, what's this?" "Sooo cool!" "Tekeli-li!" "Did someone summon us? Can we eat them?" "I need an eye! I don't have any eyes!"

The sound of multiple Shoggies, now scattered around the Sorting Room, most on the floor, but a few are draped over the furniture. The strange beings are amorphous masses of quivering pink flesh, spotted with seemingly random and shifting eyes and and teeth- although a few of the Shoggies haven't been lucky enough to end up with an eye after the splattering impact. Even the tiniest bit of Shoggy quivers with a unearthly sentience.

The shoggies mill around the Sorting Room, apparently fascinated by their new environment, which is apparently 'sooo cool' by most of their estimates. Amidst a idiotic babbling of 'new' Shoggies introducing themselves to the others can be heard the occasional pertinent statement.

Shoggy 1: "What's this, Shoggy?"

Shoggy 5: "It's a paper! It's sooo cool! I bet it invoked us!"

Shoggy 7 3/4 : "What's it say? I don't have an eye!"

Somehow, despite the general cacaphony of stupid babbling, a few of the Shoggies manage to focus their attention, if not their non-existent intellect, upon the application.

( Read more... if you dare! (Seriously. There's not much dumber than a Shoggy.) )

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

guy-from-mars.livejournal.com

Valentine Michael Smith was still grokking the great goodness that was Hogwarts, and humanity in general. His perceptions of all of these things were still a bit skewed, but his heart was in the right place.

He'd stumbled onto the computer lab, and, after watching a few discussions, he eventually decided he ought to start his own.

Consequently, a post appeared on the Hogwartsnet under the username "water_ brother":

Attention Hogwarts students!

These are truths I have discovered during my time among the peoples of Earth, most especially during my long sojourn with the giant squid, whose wisdom is beyond measure and who has taught me much of life. Would that I could introduce all of you to him, that you might grok him, in your own turn, with greater fullness:

God is love.
All sentient beings are capable of love.
You are a sentient being who is capable of expressing love.
Therefore, thou art God.

Why not express your own love to your fellow Hogwarts students? Use this space to say something nice to someone you have met. You need not sign your name, as I grok that makes some people uncomfortable.

Current Mood: loved

hungry-noteyes.livejournal.com

The problem--well, one problem--one of the many major problems--with having students from everywhere is that some of them are going to have habits that are very unpleasant to the rest of them.

The Corinthian, for example, has decided to eat lunch in the Great Hall today. He's using all three mouths to do so, and his lunch mainly consists of eyeballs. For him this is nothing unusual, but for everyone else it's creepy as hell.

Let the wild rumpus start. Or, you know, the staring.

patrick-mckenna.livejournal.com

((I am cheating and taking McKenna from way, way before any of the events of Angels and Demons, so there are no spoilers ~~or bits that made me want to tear my hair out.~~))

The newest member of Hogwarts was young for a priest, not even forty. Dressed in a flowing black cassock, he seemed like a silhouette save for the white clerical collar. The stone walls were definitely not the lush office he'd just left. "Hello?" he said in Italian, then again in English, with an Irish accent.

Patrick McKenna took a few deep breaths. He had no idea where he was, or what had just happened, but he was a man who could remain calm in a crisis. He had a quiet, reserved air, and even in his confusion he seemed solid and self-assured. McKenna had natural determination and Army training to thank for keeping him from panicking.

The only clue was a quill on a table. It was floating, and he noticed that it had written his words down. The quill hovered over a sheet of questions. Maybe in exchange for his answers, he could get some of his own.

( Ave Maria, gratia plena... )

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

woocha.livejournal.com

Apparently it had been raining recently, for when Wishbone went to dig up a bone, it was all muddy.

Wishbone LOVED muddy ground!

Oh, to run around and roll in mud is the BEST! If there's anything better than mud well Wishbone can't think about what it is right now.

After thrououghly getting himself dirty, Wishbone headed back inside, mud trailing behind him. A house elf appeared behind him cleaning some of it off the floor.

Wishbone eyed him, and then took off running. True, the house elf was not Ellen or Joe and wouldn't chase him trying to catch him for the sake of a bath. What mattered was Wishbone THOUGHT the house elf would.

[[OOC: If people would like to be run into/muddified, let me know OOCly]]

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

psy-nuisance.livejournal.com

They'd been grabbed right off the street, shoved into a van. Rat hadn't been able to get a punch in. Sage remembered one last glimpse of the Florida sun as the van doors slammed shut, the guy's arm around her as he held the cloth to her face.

Sage woke up on the stone floor, mouth tasting of cotton balls, unaware that she was now a candidate for the prestigious Hogwarts Albino's Club.

"Where am I" she asked and then more urgently "Where's Rat!?" Then again, no one who knew anything about them would keep them in the same room. She calmed down a bit. "Is this SHIMMER? If so, I like the redecoration! Finally, someone around the place with a gothic sensibility. And where are you keeping my brother?"

She noticed the scribbling pen and paperwork. ( What do you want with us, jerks? )

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

((Note of warning: Sage is an empath who can read people's memories if they have strong emotions attatched. At times she deliberately reads people's embarassing and/or sexual memories...yeah.
I'll try not to godmod. Any inability to read people can be explained by their talents, will, or just because of a privacy spell around Hogwarts.
This is an experiment. The character has the potential to become really annoying. Oh, and there may be Language.

Extra note:Despite the icons, IC Sage is described as "hideous", although the main character may be a bit prejudiced.))

babylonjackal.livejournal.com

There was a scent on the winds that flowed through the Forbidden Forest, the scent of a man who bathed in death and enjoyed his hobby. It was the smell of a killer supremely confident of his skills, even if something about this place kept his chosen weapons from him. He had found a couple of hand knifes lying around the castle. They forced him into close quarters fighting as opposed to the elegant dances he could control with the scalpels that he normally used. They were crude, but effective.

Akabane rarely traveled any of the obvious paths within the Forest. The more interesting creatures could not travel near those paths, after all. Deep within, though, where the Forest conspired to keep its secrets hidden, he found his prey. He did not kill indiscriminately, though. The challenge was in targeting a single animal, provoking it into attacking him and then leaving it, his mark, a J, on their body when he was finished. Very few animals would attack him once they scented him, though. It was the other predators, those whose desires ran to human flesh or toward other predators, who would hunt him.

It wasn't quite as amusing as hunting other humans, but it was a way to pass the time. Seeking a more interesting challenge and remembering one he'd met within the school, Akabane began moving toward the fringes of the forest, hoping to catch that quarry, or perhaps someone or something more interesting.

((OOC: So, Akabane won't attack everyone indiscriminately. Attacks will only be conducted if 1) your character annoys him and 2) there is permission given OOC. He can be quite charming and talk of many things. Demons and Sparklepires and those sensitive to the smell of it will scent him as a murderer/predator))

livingaustria.livejournal.com

Okay, to be honest, the mun needs a change of pace since she's in the aftershock thread.

And why not? Austria's still glowering from a)having relations with France, and b)getting CAUGHT having relations with France.

Some furious piano playing helped considerably, but that made Austria's hands hurt after a while, so he left to get some food and maybe glare at France if he can find him.

Or talking to other people, that'll calm him down.

cap-cook.livejournal.com

In the middle of the Hogwarts Sorting Room stood a young man in sweatpants, a large t-shirt, and a heavy, hooded sweatshirt. His name was Jesse Pinkman. Jesse's arms hung at his sides, fidgeting with his sweatshirt as he glanced around awkwardly.

Nearby, there was a table with what appeared to be application forms.

"The hell is this?" he muttered to himself. To his astonishment, the words he'd just spoken formed at the top of the page. Eyes widening, he glanced around the room rapidly. Then he folded his arms and held the paper up for examination.

"Uhh..." The paper quickly added this comment.

Eyebrow raised in lingering skepticism and alarm, Jesse nonetheless decided to forge ahead.

( Yo. )

"I have read the

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

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

edomedpeddler.livejournal.com

Despite the things going on, Kusuriyuri knew his duty as a professor. He opened his office door, placing a small sign just outside stating his office was open and to please remove shoes as it was entered.

Just inside the door, a few pairs of slippers waited for those visitors who would come.

Kusuriyuri himself knelt behind a low table preparing tea, a simple genmai cha this time, though he did have a jasmine lemongrass blend set aside as well.

As always, his case stands near at hand should anyone need divination or entertainments, though he has been surprised at the lack of requests for entertainment.

((OOC: The 'things going on' link is squicky, read at your own risk.))

is-falling-down.livejournal.com

Hey, ahhhh... Okay. Okay, whoa, ahhhh, this is... this isn't the jungle, is it?

The man is ragged, bleeding here and there, and it's been a while since he's seen anything like a bath. He looks around with a twitching, restless intensity and lights a cigarette. Unsteady hands. He manages, though, and looks around. He's smiling, genuinely glad to see people, glad to see anything that has life in it, even if he isn't at ease.

Questions? He likes questions He likes to talk. Wants to talk, maybe even needs to talk. It's been so damned long.

And all the while he seems to be searching for something or someone who simply won't appear. And maybe that's better... But here or absent, he can't shake the feeling that the eyes are watching. And the jungle is gone... Wasn't he just there? Running through the jungle, ducking past trees, tripping over those fucking roots, scrambling up, and leaving just fucking leaving that horror behind?

Well, yeah. He's left that, he's left the jungle, but this... Hey, at least there are people here! He grins; it can't be all bad.

( Man, ask whatever you want! )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Just, um... Just call me a Photojournalist, all right?.
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. The Photojournalist.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Your friendly neighborhood Photojournalist.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Man, I take pictures of pretty much everything."

((OOC: Ummmm yes, here's-him? Apologies in advance for any inconsistencies in voice or time-of-response... This may have been a poor choice on my part? But he wanted to play, and I apparently wanted to give him a try. So hopefully it won't be a problem? Erm, yes, just apped for Roma, so if it IS a problem having both, please do tell. Do intend to continue with both at least in terms of responding to sorting, and they may venture into other-RP things if brain is feeling adventurous or whatever. But yes. If having both = bad, shall go all OKAY and... banish, or soemthing, I don't know. OTHERWISE, I'm just going to shut up, now. And if you have any interest in a general introduction from this guy, he's got one up in his journal. Yerp. Danke, et all.

callmewednesday.livejournal.com

An encounter with Albus Dumbledore in the hallway had turned Mr. Wednesday's thoughts to the vagaries of spring. Huginn and Muninn ranged as far as San Francisco, to alight upon the shoulder of a certain voluptuous lady. Dumbledore had been warbling Chaucer set to music: Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote / The droghte of March hath perced to the rote ...

Spring had sprung, to counterfeit an old tired phrase; and with it, Wednesday had noticed, a spurt of new arrivals infused the school with fresh blood. They'd likely be the same ragtag refugees that the Sorting Room usually sucked in. They'd need wands.

Wednesday kept an old shoebox full of abandoned and forgotten wands, the detritus of the popcorned. He thought there were probably practice-wands and spare wands from the school's earlier days as a respectable boarding school, too. He hadn't bothered categorizing them or even straightening out the jumble. If anyone wanted a wand, he or she was welcome to rummage through.

However, Wednesday hadn't been in the Sorting Room much lately, so he hadn't made this clear to any of the new students, let alone the unpopcorned.

Accordingly, he sent out fliers to be posted in the school's various common areas. House elves tacked them up wherever might be convenient; Wednesday felt the elves were likelier to know which places those might be, and did not specify anyplace in particular.

The fliers all read:

NEED A MAGIC WAND*?

COME TO THE ANCIENT RUNES OFFICE.

THE WAND YOU FIND MAY NOT BE EXACTLY RIGHT,
BUT THE PRICE** IS.

* The sort that's made of a tree branch and is used to cast spells, not the sort about which the Anglo-Saxons enjoyed composing riddles

** free of charge

(( NB: Here is information on wands, from the Lexicon, if you are unfamiliar with the Potterverse :)

Also note, if you just want to pick up a wand for your character and you have no need to interact with Mr. Wednesday, it's fine to handwave having picked out a wand. Leave an OOC comment if you have questions. ))

Current Mood: helpful
Current Music: Jens Lekman, "At the Department of Forgotten Songs"

igorofmalaria.livejournal.com

With the jam Strawberry Fields gave him, Igor set out to make the sandwiches he'd promised the hat. He'd finally found the kitchen. The short, big-eared, wrinkly students had been very helpful, but now he needed bread and a knife. Also anyone who's just done his first beginning potions work probably shouldn't be handling food.

Open to anyone to come in, help out, mess things up, or cook their own food.

i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com

It was the first of May, and A was doing what anyone would do on a pagan fertility holiday; working busily in his garden. There wasn't any fruit growing yet, but most of the plants were in bloom, and it was shaping up to be a lovely sight. As A tended his plants, the cats Schrodinger and Einstein frolicked at his heels, darting merrily around the flowerbeds and leaping at butterflies. As lovely a day as it was, he'd packed extra sandwiches and limeade in case anyone stopped by, so he could offer them lunch.

cosmicteddy.livejournal.com

((Since Michael does need to meet some people... Here he is!))

Since Hogwarts was the type of school that saw teaching as more or less optional, while some of its students were of the studying kind, the library was a frequently frequented place. Michael wished he had the time to assist each and every student personally, but his... other line of work sadly prevented him from doing so. But now, at least, it seemed like the cosmos could manage without his involvement, so he could do something restful and human. He could stack some books, and maybe help some people find what they were looking for.

His gaze went to the empty chair in the corner, where Matilda had used to sit. The little girl had become popcorn not long ago, and Michael noticed her absence more than expected. It was strange that such a small child, who hadn't really done much other than reading for hour on end, could leave such a hole. He knew, though, that whatever she had gone back to, she was going to be happy, and that was comfort enough. Michael was not the type of person to dwell on the negative; eternity was too long for that.

So he was padding around the library in his perpetually wrinked suit, searching for people to help or perhaps treat to a cup of tea. And a pastry. Michael did love his pastries.

Current Mood: calm
Current Location: The Library

fields-4ever.livejournal.com

It started last week, when one of the house elves handed Fields a tube of lipstick and said it had her name on it, so here it was. Fields turned the tube over, and sure enough, on the bottom was stamped "Strawberry Field," a light mauve-pink.

"Oh no, this isn't mine," she said kindly. "It's just the name of the color. Could you please give it back to whomever it came from?" The house elf shrugged and wandered off.

The next morning the lipstick was by her door, along with a pint of strawberry ice cream. She put the ice cream back in the kitchen, but had no luck with the lipstick.

By the end of the week, she had strawberry body polish, matching soap, strawberry lemonade shower gel, three different shades of blush, four lipsticks, and a perfume called strawberry flowers. The ice cream had also returned, along with a box of strawberry cereal bars, and a package of shortcake with a recipe on the back. Fields posted signs in the common rooms and in the Great Hall with no luck. Finally, in desperation, she took all of her ill-gotten loot into the Great Hall and set up shop.

FREE TO A GOOD HOME

Fields sat down with a spoon for the ice cream and a stack of fashion magazines. If anybody claimed ownership of the stolen goods, she'd apologize at once. If somebody claimed ownership of the ice cream, not only would she apologize, but she'd buy them a new pint, too.

hungry-noteyes.livejournal.com

Corinthian doesn't have much to unpack, really. Extra sunglasses, some knives, a few books, and of course plenty of food.

Now to find himself a bed, get to know the place, meet people, and all that jazz. Sounds like fun, eh?

Current Mood: bored

blood-and-souls.livejournal.com

A strangely-dressed albino pushed his long, milk-white hair back from his face, staring about the room with wide, cat-like eyes of deep crimson. His eldritch features marked him as one of the line of ancient Melnibone, which he was soon to learn would mean very little here. The muscles in his lithe body tensed in expectation as he surveyed the room. He tossed back his mauve cloak, and wrapped pale, slender fingers about the hilt of a massive black sword at his side, which murmured in quiet irritation. His mail shirt clinked quietly beneath a tunic of split green and yellow, covered by a breastplate of dark metal. It was in fact an abysmal outfit, but he was in one of his unfortunate moods that favored barbarian fashion again. His eyes locked on the parchment at the table, but he glared at it, whispering, "Where are we, Stormbringer? What foul games are at play?"

( Time for the doomed albino to have an emo-fest. )

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

((The mun apologies for the epic levels of emo that Elric has inflicted on this application, and understands if he needs to be confined to a small, dark broom closet so that his unhealthy obsession with his own doom doesn't destroy the morale of Hogwarts. He's having one of his bad days. Unfortunately, he has these relatively often.))

topoftheboard.livejournal.com

Well. Wasn't this interesting? A real fun fest.

Ricky Roma took stock of the room, no hurry but not missing anything, not if he could help it. Not looking anything beyond self-assured. Hell, he knew what he was about. And you never let your guard down. Especially not with a group like this. What in - What in the hell was this nutjob operation? Bunch of fruits, from what Roma could tell. Looked like some of them might've stepped out of some spaceship or fucking kid's book, for all he could tell. What the hell.

Might be worth a laugh, anyway. While he was here. And at least they looked like interesting nutjobs. A few good-looking ones, too. That almost brought a grin. Sure, this was going to be a... an experience. And maybe he'd meet a few looking to buy property, or willing to be talked into buying property. Christ knew what kind of property anyone had around here, but he had some brochures, and if Ricky Roma knew himself - he did, thoroughly - he be able to talk some sucker into buying.

Good, all right, wonderful. There was a plan. And why the hell not? Didn't look like there was anything else to do, anyway.

( So, what? Just a bunch of questions? Sure, I've got answers for you. )

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

((OOC: And this-person apologizes for Roma's, er, abrasive, crude, potentially offensive [pick a term, pick several terms] mode of speech. And possibly behavior. He's kind of an asshole like that, sometimes. Comes with the living? Anyway, yes, thank you David Mamet and Glengarry Glen Ross, and here are my apologies also for any destruction of Roma's character. Erk. YEP. Also-gracias to a-person for sideways recalling the fact of this community's most rad existence. And, er, otherwise... don't know when-all I'll be around, but Roma likes to talk, so what the hell. Shall see.))

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Application: Shoggies! (The Unspeakable Vault of Doom)

Compy Post: Anonymous love meme!

Great Hall, Lunchtime (Open RP)

Application for Camerlengo Patrick McKenna: Angels and Demons (film)

[Open RP] What the? Muddy Wishbone!

Compy Post: FMK Meme

Application: Sage: Lord Vishnu's Love Handles

The lion may sleep within the forest, but not the Jackal ((Open RP, Forbidden Forest))

[Open RP] France Must Die

Application: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Office Hours

The Photojournalist, Apocalypse Now

Open RP: at the department of forgotten wands

I'm making...lunch! (Open RP)

::Open RP in A's Garden::

Open RP: The Ever-Helpful Librarian

That's not mine ((Open RP))

Unpacking (Open RP)

Application: Elric of Melnibone (the Elric Saga)

Richard Roma, Glengarry Glen Ross