[identity profile] igorofmalaria.livejournal.com
It was a castle, which was entirely predictable. However Igor had never seen this one before in his life.
Had he been brought there by Dr. Glickenstein? Maybe some true Evil Genius had finally seen how talented he was and wanted to hire him!
Maybe bricks could sprout wings and fly.
There was a quill hovering just above the desk in front of him. How did that work? Magnets? He grabbed for it. It danced away. Then he noticed the paper.
"What is this? An aptitude test?"
Allow me to elucidate. ) "I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __Igor__________ I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __Igor_________. I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __IGor_________. One day, marmalade will rule the world. ___IGor__________"
[identity profile] nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com
Sometimes, believe it or not, Amaranth did other things besides seek out and eventually have sex. Today, for example, she was sitting in the Great Hall, knitting. (She'd taken a few books about knitting out of the library, and had found it a relaxing hobby. At the moment, she was making a scarf. Which she would not wear, not even to try it on. Because that would mean wearing clothes, and that would be wrong. Or at least that's what she was telling herself.

She had brought along much more yarn than she would ever possibly need for this scarf, and she'd laid out several sets of knitting needles, in hopes that someone else would discover that they had a crafty side and come join her.

((Open RP. Come talk to Amaranth, or knit something, or both!))
[identity profile] everythinguever.livejournal.com
((How do we not have a Dr. Horrible yet? I've looked a dozen times, and I'm still convinced I'm just missing his name somehow.))

He was the youngest member of the illustrious Evil League of Evil. He was possibly the most feared supervillain in the world, next to Bad Horse, or course. (At least until the novelty wore off.) He was a great mad scientist. He was an evil genuis. He was...standing in a room he had never seen before and was reasonably sure was not part of the ELE Headquarters.

And there was some kind of application. Perhaps this was some newbie test they gave. Or a weird sort of hazing. Did the ELE go for hazing? That couldn't be; they were far too enlighted for such silly things.

Besides. The quill was floating. That was classy.

Allow me to elucidate. )


"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Dr. Horrible
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Dr. Horrible
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Dr. Horrible
One day, marmalade I will rule the world. Dr. Horrible"
[identity profile] contra-account.livejournal.com
Vesper Lynd had made only one brief dry run to the Muggle world in her newly created disguise, and that was to Christmas shop. On Christmas Eve, she lugged a shopping bag of wrapped parcels to the Owlery and sent out birds bearing gifts.

To Unity )
To Strawberry Fields )
To John Amsterdam )
And lastly,
To James Bond )
[identity profile] serrulata.livejournal.com
Herbology Class part One

Kurama stood at the head of Greenhouse one, watching the students file in and directing each of them to a flowerbed - at least one person from each house at each bed, if he could help it. Once the last of the stragglers had made it in, he closed the greenhouse doors.

"These," he began, pointing out small machines that were attached to the end of each bed, "are the wizarding world equivalent of a polygraph. The purpose of them here is that we are going to recreate a testing process known as the Backster Tests. These tests are, admittedly, pretty fourth-grade fringe science, but they have never, to my knowledge, been conducted on magical plants with charmed equipment, so that is our first task in class today. Before that - get comfortable, this may take a bit - I'm going to give you a little history on the tests, and what exactly we're trying to accomplish here.

In which it is asserted that plants do indeed talk. )
[identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
Unity really ought to have done this sooner. Unfortunately, she'd wandered into the luau shortly after her sorting, and tried her first cocktail. It hadn't caused her to disintegrate, but it had incapacitated her for a while.

Next time, she'd have to try something more subtle.

Vesper,

I have been Sorted and am now free to drink with you. Are you available this evening?

Unity
[identity profile] lady-thujone.livejournal.com
All was in readiness. La Fee Verte had badgered the house elves into redecorating the Little Green Apple in a remarkably tacky faithful reproduction of retro faux-Polynesian chic. Laid out on one table was a feast of various 'island delicacies', the centerpiece of which was a whole roast pig. On the bar was a row of tiki mugs waiting to be filled, and behind it was a list of recommended tiki drinks.

The proprietress herself sat on a high stool on the karaoke stage, holding a concoction in a hollowed-out coconut. The contents were unknowable, but it was topped with a swizzle stick adorned with chunks of mango and pineapple, a pair or paper umbrellas, a looping and twisting 'krazy' straw, and a bubbling green fog. She sipped it with obvious delight.

"Aloha and mahalo!" she called out merrily. "Let the festivities begin!"




((OOC: Open thread! Warning: while none of the offering are magical, La Fee Verte's drinks are rather strong and on occasion contain more intoxicants than expected. Effects are up to you!))
[identity profile] oneof-me.livejournal.com
((This application contains spoilers for Thief of Time (including the character's name, unfortunately...) ))

A woman appeared in the Sorting Room.

This was not, of course, unusual, but the way she appeared was. Most new arrivals to Hogwarts turned up in one piece. They didn't start out as a strange disturbance in the air, and a stream of particles that swirled and twisted and eventually formed into a woman, who staggered slightly and grasped the edge of a chair to steady herself. "...oh," she said, quietly, and after a moment of apparent deep thought, "Oh, bugger."

Her name was Unity, and unlike most new arrivals she knew exactly what had happened to her, although she couldn't have explained the process to anyone not capable of thinking in eighteen dimensions.

She was pale, and dark-haired, and beautiful in a monochromatic, overly-symmetrical way that some humans found unnerving. She was also naked, to begin with. After a few seconds she noticed this and shook her head, frowning in concentration. More atoms rushed in from the corners of the room, forming themselves into a sequinned evening dress, and gloves, and a large feathered hat. There. That ought to be acceptable.

There was a form, on the table next to her.

If there was one thing Unity knew how to do, it was paperwork. In fact, there were many things she knew how to do, but paperwork was still definitely among them.

Allow me to elucidate. )

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

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