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70feetofhair.livejournal.com

There's a blonde girl with about seventy feet of hair trailing behind her and she's dancing around barefooted. She seems completely oblivious to where she is but she seems completely happy.

( When will my life begin~? )</ br>

"I have read the

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

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

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

So where did the Hat get a magic boombox?

And where did all this boiled goose come from? Because there are platters of boiled goose in random places around the Hat Shore house. Not just in the dining room, but also on the bathroom counter, and the coffee table, and on one of the lounge chairs poolside.

The boombox starts playing. It doesn't seem to have an off switch or batteries to remove. It won't turn off until it's gone through its entire playlist. Which consists of:

( the Hat's idea of entertainment )

As long as the music is playing, the residents of Hat Shore feel inclined to dance, wear fingerless gloves, eat boiled goose, dance some more ... (Since no one is sufficiently geriatric for the nursing-home-specific effect to kick in, everyone is spared the orgies that a magic boombox could have created.)

The dancing is interpretive and creative!

ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com

( The contestants are led from the limos to the house ... )

The pairs were:

Bad Boyz 4 Lyfe: Bucky Katt and Kuronue, room 2.

SnarkBros: Vislor Turlough and Dean Winchester, room 7.

Pretty in Pink: Cathy Dollanganger and the Shoggies, room 1.

Team Beefcake: Beowulf Ecgtheowsson and Captain Jack Harkness, room 3.

Bat and Bait: The Scout and Adam Milligan, room 4.

Sparkle and Kimono: George St. Bartleigh and Sanada Yukimura, room 6.

Team Estrogen: Glorificus and Maddie Magellan, room 5.

Once the entire group of fourteen was assembled, the house-elves herded them into the Hat Shore house's dining room, where each was required to sit in a suspensor chair. A map of Arrakis hanging on the dining-room wall revealed its true purpose: it wasn't a map, it was a television screen! The desert geography dissolved into the familiar interior of Hogwarts' own Great Hall, with Ariane Emory somberly gazing into the camera, microphone in hand.

( Welcome to Hat Shore. )

( Elric the Adjudicator lays down the laws )

Before anyone could pose a question about the rules, the Adjudicator raised a hand to ward off such foolish attempts. "Questions will not be taken at this time. Rules are not up for debate. Contestants, to your rooms! Craft supplies await you!"

And indeed they did. Tons of craft supplies had been brought to each room by the house elves while the contestants were listening to Elric. Many colors of felt, glitter and glue, ample markers and butcher paper, a bulletin board for each room, and -- the pièce de resistance -- each room had its very own Bedazzler.

vizierprandine.livejournal.com

The man wearing a bourrelet stood by the railing of the Astronomy Tower. He looked out over what was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not only stroking the gnarled wand he acquired outside the Ancient Runes class, but also wearing a concocting sneer. The wand's information beat through his head like a Ralad drum: ... hornbeam wood ... shy of seven inches ... kraken heart-string. It was no dagger, but it gave him and edge to his strained circumstances. With a grunt he stowed the wand in the secret pocket in his wide sleeve. The wind picked up, the salty air gathered from the Black Lake stuck in his nostrils and shifted his long wavy hair. He stepped forward and slowly gripped the cold iron rail, his greened talon-like fingernails biting into the small of his palm.

His gold eyes drifted away from the horizon, that sickening horizon beheld by twilit beauty, and followed the brick construct of the tower all the ways down to where it met the grassy courtyard. He calculated its depth and in that instance his mind whirled. He remembered the insufferable King and Queen tricking him, and that cur Jarred. They had thrown him off that crumbling construct that housed the Belt and then nothing ... then he was here; Hogwarts. It seemed her held a strange magnetism with heights. Permitted it wasn't a calm setting, or even an uplifting scenario, but as Prandine consoled himself on the cruel hand of fate, he inadvertently put himself in a position to be gawked, chastised or talked to by the student body of Hogwarts.

Current Location: Atop the Astrology Tower

herscatterheart.livejournal.com

Once upon a time, there was a poor man who had a daughter. She was very beautiful, but she was selfish and vain, and her heart was as fickle as the changing winds. For this reason, she was known as Scatterheart...

❦

Hannah looked up to the greying sky, feeling the snowflakes as they melted against her cheek. Thomas caught her attention; he was pounding snow into a form, refining it until it resembled an animal they had once had a discussion of. ‘A kangaroo,’ she observed. Thomas’ eyes sparkled in response, he always got so passionate. The wind picked up and a snow crystal landed on her cheek, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again she was lying on a stone floor. She had been under an open glass window; snow was fluttering in, dancing on the winds, and landing on her form. Her fingers and cheeks burned from the cold, and her hair was flecked with snow crystals. She was still wearing her burgundy bustle gown, and pink shawl. Where was she? Disorientated, she rose.

( Scatterheart's father was a greedy man, so he told Scatterheart to accept the bear's offer. She realised that it might be quite nice to live in a castle and have beautiful dresses. So she agreed, and climbed onto the bear's back. As they travelled, the bear asked, 'Aren't you afraid?' No, she answered. )

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

❧

Current Location: Sorting Room

sincethe900s.livejournal.com

((OOC: Approval granted from Austria and Sweden mun. I’ve waited about a week and haven’t heard anything back from France, N. Italy, or Russia mun, so I’m assuming the go-ahead from them as well.))

A small boy who had not been there only moments before lay on the floor of the Sorting Room. His face and blond hair, swept back under the hat that had nearly fallen from his head, looked in need of a good washing. His cloak and tunic fared better; their dark hue hid the stains and grime of war.

Holy Roman Empire opened his eyes and waited for the ceiling to come into focus before remarking, “This isn’t Zusmarhausen.”

( No matter how many years pass, I’ll love you the most of anyone in this world. )

I have read the

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

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

i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

((Jasper, Valentine, and Hook mentions were approved by their players. =) ))

It was time for Part 2 of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen's class on Muggle Warfare. Perhaps slightly overdue, as snow had settled over the grounds, but, he hadn't been willing to hold the event while the infant-sun monstrosity still lingered in the sky. But now, it was gone, and in the Baron's opinion, the overcast weather was no worse than a 'pleasant' summer day on Lankiveil. He'd learned a few tricks to at least enchant garments for warmth, that would make sure that he and his guest were comfortable in the spectator stands. And, snow was a nice backdrop for the inevitable blood. He gave his assistant Jasper the class off, as, he didn't want to tempt his rather interesting reactions to blood- the last incident had made the vampire so very upset. He did ask him to stay in the proper classroom, and wait for the students who inevitably would show up in the wrong place, to direct them to the Quidditch field.

( Read more... )

trader-sayar.livejournal.com

((If you don't know the Tradewinds games, they're frightfully addictive. I enjoyed playing Rihana so much that I thought I'd app her here. She's from Tradewinds: Legends by Sandlot Games.))

A ship is sailing toward Hogwarts. Not on the lake--on the air. It's a stately, beautiful ship with a prow like a dragon's head. It comes to a rest beside the tallest tower, where a few House Elves make it fast, and a ramp descends from the ship to the window of the Sorting Room. A woman dressed in the finest silks appears and descends into the room. This is Rihana Sayar.

She's very attractive and young, appearing to be only in her early twenties. In spite of her expensive clothing and youth, though, there's deep sadness in her eyes, and from the roughness of her hands, one might guess she has worked for her wealth. She carries about her the scent of sea air, spices, and gunpowder.

Rihana looks around as she enters the Sorting Room, not appearing to be thrown in any way by the strangeness. Well, not until she looks at the application. One might guess she was expecting something quite different indeed.

( What does this have to do with the price of salt in Sabrallaj? )

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

duncan-shriek.livejournal.com

In the Sorting Room, a rug lay upon the floor, and under the rug, something began to thump and shift.

Abruptly, the rug lifted, in a cloud of dust and the creaking of ungreased hinges. From the trapdoor beneath, a dusty man in a dirt-spattered trench coat clambered into the room.

His blink was far from myopic, though his eyes were red-rimmed from irritation and lack of sleep. He glanced sharply around. He muttered something that sounded like fanaarcensitii.

When he saw the application, he began to laugh, a helpless clotted choking laughter that faded only as he noticed the moving quill had tried to write down his first word. Fanaarcensitii. Then he was silent, and took the quill in hand himself.

State your full name.

He wrote: Duncan Shriek. And he crossed out what the quill had written before that.

( 'Of course I can find you a job. There are lots of available positions for a paranoid, discredited, fringe historian with a fungal disorder who has recently been laid off for laying his students.' -- Janice Shriek, to her brother )

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

i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

((Jasper's inclusion with permission and additions of his player. If you require Vlad's attention, please say something to this extent in the comment subject line so I don't somehow miss it, thanks!))

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen wanted his first class to be practical and entertaining, so he had chosen "An Introduction to Muggle Weaponry" as the topic. In order to make the class interesting, he'd decided it would be a hands-on experience, and had negotiated with Basher Tarr to obtain an assortment of Muggle weapons, mainly a quantity of AK-47 assault rifles, along with plenty of ammunition. These had been marked with stenciled letters declaring them "Property of the Muggle Studies Department", and were now stacked up neatly on a table at the front of the room, near some crates bearing the same lettering, and a rocket launcher. A section of the room had been magically expanded, and turned into an indoor firing range, complete with human-shaped targets, and the usual classroom area was equipped with rows of neatly-lined desks.

The Baron remained in a large, comfortable chair at the front of the classroom, his assistant Jasper beside him, and chatted quietly with him about a few details of the lesson plan as he waited for the last students to arrive and seat themselves at the desks. When it seemed that no more were going to appear, he floated up and shut the door with a flick of his wand. The deep, melodic basso of his voice carried easily over the chatter.

"Welcome to Muggle Studies. The subject we'll be covering today is potentially dangerous, so pay attention!"

( Read more... )

kingbandit.livejournal.com

Jing is a thief. He lives to steal secrets and the representations of grief or pain from their owners. Hogwarts is rife with such secrets, but there is the matter of deciding just what to steal and when and whether he'd truly get away with it.

Then, there is the open challenge he has out to another thief, but the time isn't right yet. So many things happen that keep that particular prize from achieving the value it should have before it's reclaimed.

He's seen the compy lab and wondered about it. Does it hold secrets to steal? The best way to find out is to try. And Jing is one to be rather direct, issuing warnings of his intent. The lab is perfect for this as well.

A brief introductory session, interrupted by a tapestry behind him and the house elf showing him the system bursting into flames, and Jing understands much more than he was shown. In the manner of mischief common to boys and thieves, he makes a post under the name "ODorobou," since he is not one to hide just who and what he is.

Everyone has secrets, things they hide--or think they do--that they don't want anyone else to know. The problem with those secrets is the harder you try to hide them, the more valuable and more vulnerable they become. Unburden yourself. Reveal your secrets and be free of them.

Another fire behind him makes him decide to wait elsewhere, but he'll check back periodically to see just what secrets he collects.

This may be one of the easier heists he's pulled, if it works.

Current Mood: mischievous

znachit-v-morg.livejournal.com

It was with no small amount of confusion that Ivan found himself not in the foyer of his house in Moscow, but inside what seemed to be a rather large castle he had never stepped foot in before. His round, childish face scrunched up, he slowly turned around to stare at the door he had just come through. No, that was definitely not his front door. Strange, because he was certain that he had just come in from his garden.

Well, damn, he hoped he'd seen the last of those memory lapses after 1991.

When Ivan turned back around there was a wide, cheerful smile plastered on his face and a long metal water pipe clutched in both gloved hands. He surveyed the room quickly for anyone he could talk to about exactly where he was and how he’d gotten here, before he spotted a desk across the room. As it was the most distinguishing object he had seen so far, Ivan approached it with a few long strides.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

"I have read the

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

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

scouts-dishonor.livejournal.com

"Yo, what's up with this?"

A gangly guy carrying a baseball bat stumbled into the sorting room. He looked like he was on his way to practice, except for the headset over his baseball cap.

"Anybody want to tell me what's going on here?"

His accent placed him firmly from Boston. However, instead of "pahking the cah in Hahvad Yahd," he'd be more likely to beat somebody over the head for the keys, take the cah for a joyride, then sell it for parts.

( Allow me to e-luke-a-date-what? Yo, dude, speak English. )

I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. "Whatever."
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. "Ha! You wish."
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. "Do I have to repeat myself here? Besides, I ain't got no knickers. My briefs are none of your business."
One day, marmalade will rule the world. "Man, if you say so."
((ETA: Technically this is BLU Scout, but I needed more icons. Any help changing the red shirt to blue would be appreciated.))

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Application for Rapunzel (Tangled)

magic boombox (Hat Shore participants)

Reality show event 1: Crafts and tacos!

Stargazer [Open RP]

Applicant: Hannah Cheshire (Lili Wilkinson's 'Scatterheart', novel)

Application - Holy Roman Empire from Axis Powers Hetalia

Muggle Studies (Part 2!) - War Games

Application: Rihana Sayar of Tradewinds:Legends

application for Duncan Shriek, from Jeff VanderMeer's novels of Ambergris.

Muggle Studies

Compy Post: Your secrets

Application for Ivan Braginski (Axis Powers Hetalia)

Application for the Scout: Team Fortress 2