[identity profile] fivebyfive-x.livejournal.com
((Backdated to the day BEFORE Valentine's Day, because RL just decided to chill out now instead of yesterday. Feel free to interrupt. Faith won't stab you, I promise.))

Valentine's Day?

Thud.

Valentine's Day.

Snap.

Valentine's Day!

Faith's hair fell into her face and there was an angry smile on her face... but anyone that either knew her or was perceptive enough could see the tears in her eyes. She slashed and spun with her knife, cutting angry hunks out of the unlucky tree that had drawn her attentione. Her knife was growing sticky with sap and she didn't care.

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. The day of lovers and sweetness and cookie-faces and all of that bullshit. And Faith was not in a mood. She wanted to keep attacking this poor tree until all of her humanity was hacked away along with the wood. She couldn't handle the turmoil in her mind. She couldn't handle her conflicting emotions or the fire inside of her. She was supposed to be reformed. She was, wasn't she? She was all better. No more bad. So why... Why had she...

With a scream more animal than human, Faith slammed her knife into the tree. Hard. With all of her slayer strength even. The sharpened blade slid into the wood easily all the way up to the hilt... and stuck there. Tears were now bubbling up more noticibly in her eyes but she just blinked to drop them down. She sword loudly and set to work getting her knife out.

Fucking Valentine's Day.
[identity profile] sbisawesome.livejournal.com
Strong Bad had been at a loss for a party theme. He wracked his brains. He asked himself the classic WWSCD (What Would Senor Cardgage Do?). No matter how he strained, he couldn't think of anything great enough to top the Entrapment All Up On the Moon dance he'd crashed back in Free Country, USA. Then, one afternoon, musing on this problem and trying to steal a box of Atari games from the Muggle Studies classroom at the same time, he dropped the box of games on his foot and swore "FHQWHGADS!"

And that was his Eureka moment. Of course! Fhqwhgads was the answer! Fhqwhgads was actually at Hogwarts -- Strong Bad had seen him! -- and if anything could lure fhqwhgads out of hiding, it would be a party with all his favorite trimmings. Plus, that would take care of the pesky party-theming problem. Congratulating himself, Strong Bad went to discuss his requirements with the house elves.

Meanwhile, his co-host, Tyrion Lannister, had been hard at work trying to procure a flock of Hooters girls to serve and entertain at the party. Unfortunately, no one in Hogsmeade seemed to have heard of Hooters. When Tyrion inquired about alternative arrangements to hire girls, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks passed him a binder full of pictures of lovelorn hags. A wizarding dating service? At any rate, no live entertainment was forthcoming, thus far.

In the end, the party bore very little of the Lannister stamp. Anyone arriving at the Great Hall would find the door flanked by portraits of persons likely unknown in the wizarding community. If asked, Strong Bad would only explain them as "my friend Joe" and "my friend Jake." Addressing one of these portraits would get you into the hall, no matter what you said to them. It would also cause wiffleballs to appear in front of their mouths.

Inside the hall, more wiffleballs were the order of the day. There were giant disco lights in the shape of wiffleballs, with lights beaming from the wiffleball holes. There were nets suspended from the walls in which gaggles of wiffleballs were cradled. Should one of those nets break, the results might not be pretty.

By the door was a flashy cardboard robot and a bin of T-shirts reading "To The Limit", for this was the party's theme. A large banner proclaimed:

EVERYBODY TO THE LIMIT!

Strong Bad's party would definitely be to the limit. Even more so since he'd rented a karaoke machine, and a couple of interesting dry ice machines from what he took to be the local equivalent of Bubs's but was in fact a joke shop. One of the dry ice machines was pumping out a vaporised truth potion; the other, a vaporised love potion. Fortunately, they weren't very high-quality or large machines, and the mist generated by each was limited to a small area around the machine. However, anyone straying into the vicinity of either machine would find themselves acting a bit peculiar ...

Satisfied with his handiwork, or rather that of the house-elves working under his direction, Strong Bad sat back with some of the fine liquor Tyrion had furnished for the party, and waited for his fellow students to arrive.
[identity profile] usethepoker.livejournal.com
Susan didn't do any advertising for the party she'd planned--nobody would understand why, and she didn't feel like explaining. So she just spread munchies, punch bowls, and weird fruit trays around, left out a few cases of butterbeer and firewhiskey, and tacked a sign up over the bar that read,

PARTY (DON'T ASK, JUST DO IT).

Not that the sign was probably necessary; the Ravenclaw room seemed to throw an impromptu bash about once a week. For Susan at least it had a meaning, even if she couldn't share it.

She sat back in an armchair, a glass of firewhiskey in her hand, and waited. Sooner or later, the school's party-radar would trip, and they would come in herds.
[identity profile] clockwork-elf.livejournal.com
Tick-Tick may not have any particular gift for locating people, but when it comes to a particular common-sense-deprived mortal from Bordertown, it's generally easy enough to flush him out. Which is to say, prowl the hallways around mealtimes, and have a couple bottles of some devil's brew swiped from the Ravenclaw bar. House privileges are a fine thing indeed.

"Ah. There you are."
[identity profile] orientthataway.livejournal.com
He closed his eyes. Where is Tick Tick? Nothing.

It's amazing how you can rely on something and not realize it until it's gone. Where is Tick Tick?

Nothing.

Orient was hiding, more or less, crouched between a statue and the wall in the Great Hall. He didn't know why he was hiding -- it just felt right, and no one was noticing him, so that was grand. Even if he was wearing leather pants, and a bright red jacket. And a hat, to hide his face - also red. Seriously, you'd think someone would have spotted him.

He hears a familiar voice talking up the way and he sticks his head out. "Tick Tick?" he asks, hopefully.
[identity profile] clockwork-elf.livejournal.com
Tick-Tick, from FINDER by Emma Bull, part of the Bordertown series.


ExpandIf you see a box of pine With a name that looks like mine Just say I drowned in a barrel of wine When I got to the border )


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

Profile

hh_mirror: (Default)
HH_mirror

March 2022

S M T W T F S
  12345
67 89101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031  

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

Expand All Cut TagsCollapse All Cut Tags
Page generated Jul. 11th, 2025 04:49 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios