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elfkameo.livejournal.com

Kameo didn't feel well. Something just...wasn't right. This place confused her. Magic was afoot, but it didn't resemble the magic back at the Enchanted Kingdom. And for some reason or another, she had to take a quiz.

( Said quiz. )

((FAIL 4-COMBO.))

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

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

ringo-raver.livejournal.com

( Cut for many pictures. )

best-guitarist.livejournal.com

((OOC: Warning for general NSFW language and situations throughout the comments, although any actual sex will probably get the fade to black treatment so as not to break the players' minds...))

There was the unmistakable sound of another butter-greasy body hitting the floor, followed by the clatter of his mysteriously indestructible electric guitar that accompanied him everywhere, and a name disappearing from the popcorn plaque that could mean only one thing. Everybody's favourite six and a half foot tall (give or take an inch), stereotypically blond and blue-eyed Swede guitarist with a dubious grasp of English and weakness for GMILFs was back. Okay, so the only people who even pretended to tolerate him were presumably still in Mordhaus, but he's convinced everybody thinks he's awesome anyway. Because he's Skwisgaar Skwigelf, fastest guitarist in the world. His native world, at any rate.

"I hope I's not brokes anythings," he groaned without bothering to get up off the floor to check. He hadn't landed on his hands or wrists, and that was all that really mattered. He was on his back, and tilted his head side to side, looking at his surroundings and managing to recognise them. It was that stupid magic and very unmetal castle again. He pulled his guitar into his lap as he sat up. "Oh, dis is dildos," he muttered to himself. "I almost dies and get sents back heres?" He tuned his guitar and continued griping and swearing colourfully in Swedish since there was no one else around to hear, or so he thought.

nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com

Very early on Friday morning, a team of house elves had begun construction of a large and gaudy pavilion, located just outside the window of the groundskeeper's hut. There was a lot of noise going on during this construction, which probably woke anyone currently sleeping in said gamekeeper hut.

Once the pavilion had been constructed, Amaranth swooped in to do some decorating. Soon, several picnic tables, all covered with plastic tablecloths, had been put into place. One table was designated for any food, and another would hold any gifts people would bring to the Turlough-Hagrid wedding reception.

The pavillion was large enough to give people room to move around--even to dance, if they should so choose. A karaoke machine had been set up in one corner, powered by magic. The food table contained a massive, three-layer wedding cake featuring likenesses of Turlough and Hagrid made out of chocolate, for those who had always hoped for an opportunity to bite off either of the grooms' heads, literally. One of the guests, Miranda binewski, had also brought scones, and there were, of course, other perennial wedding reception foods, such as homemade mints, a bowl of macadamia nuts, and both a relish and meat tray. Champagne had been provided for anyone who wished to imbibe. For the tetotalers, the house elves had made several pitchers of Crystal Lite. As with most large events at Hogwarts where food was offered, most of it was enchanted, though Amaranth had not realized this when she commissioned the food order from the house elves.

Amaranth looked around the gaily decorated pavillion and clapped her hands happily. True, Turlough and Hagrid hadn't wanted this marriage, but she was happy to help them celebrate in the best way she knew how.

((The scones were approved by Miranda mun in chat. As with all chocolate plots, the effects of the enchantments will vary according to what you want them to do, so have fun and be cracky. This RP is open to everyone, even if you don't know the characters in question, so feel free to have your character drop in without worrying about a pretext for them to do so.))

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: The Village People - YMCA

iam-beowulf.livejournal.com

HWÆT! OF THE LAKE MONSTER WE HAVE HEARD,
HOW TENTACLES TEASED HOGWARTS' HERO HEARTS,
AND WATERS WARM LULLED BEAST AND BEST ALIKE.
I AM NO BARD, BUT WARRIOR! I AM BEOWULF!
ON RUNE-BOARD NOW I TAP THE WORDS OF WOE
TO SEEK SOME NEWS. HAST THOU THE MONSTER SEEN?

SCANT DAYS AGO I SPIED A DOLEFUL WRIT
ACCUSING OUR MOST FAMOUS MONSTER HERE
AND NAMING IT A NAME I NEVER HEARD!

LORD PYARAY? WHAT BE THIS? YOU MUST TELL ME.
FOR MONSTERS ARE MY BUSINESS, I THEIR BANE.
WHAT BE A PYARAY, AND WHY CALLST THOU HIM THIS?

ALL THE SCHOOL MUST TELL ME WHAT IT KNOWS.

BEOWULF

((note: the Giant Squid -- the subject of Beowulf's inquiry -- is an NPC that basically just floats around in the lake, totally uninterested in everything and everyone. If you want to make up an encounter between yourself and the Squid, that's fine. Remember the Squid can't talk. ))

pre-l.livejournal.com

Though it may not look it just by glancing at the messy-haired figure crouching in one of the chairs of the library with his thumb pressed to the corner of his mouth, L is sulking. Only rarely in his life has he ever been confronted with something that didn't go his way simply because he wanted it to. He was L. He commanded the world's police forces and, at times, could command their militarizes, if the situation warranted such. The world was his; he could take the cases he wanted, leave the ones he didn't. He hated to lose so he never lost. He would even go so far to admit that, in this regard, he was childish. There are times, given the right person asking, he could admit to being stubborn.

But, he was never wrong.

Until now.

Before, it had only been a thought experiment. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe his thinking was off target, but not a full admission that he was absolutely wrong.

He hated it. Absolutely and utterly hated it.

And, now, he was at an impasse. The completely infallible detective who wore the top three names in the world could not be wrong. There were laws against it, laws of statistics and averages. And, yet, here he was, wrong, so very wrong.

His mind is caught in a circle of misery and disbelief and the book before him, his cover, has not been touched in half an hour, though his eyes remain steadily on the page. Nothing is moving on the page, he's not even aware of looking at it. His mind, for all intents and purposes, has stalled out on the problem of him being wrong. It was a painful and difficult concept to accept and he was still looking for ways, no matter how improbable, that he might, in some way, be right.

And he was failing. Which sat just as badly.

((OOC: yeah...sorry for the emo...L does wrong very badly...))

guy-from-mars.livejournal.com

A young man entered the Sorting Room. He was handsome of countenance, and his expression was serene. His eyes were as guileless as a child's, and yet seemed to hold the wisdom of the ages.

He examined the room in which he found himself, trying to enfold it all and grok it in fullness. At once he spotted the application, and, going to it, he picked it up, passing his eyes briefly over the text.

He did not grok the reasons for the questions that were asked, but he did grok that they were some sort of human ritual. If only his water brother Jill or, better yet, his water brother Jubal were here to explain the meaning behind these questions. but they were not, and all he could hope was that he would not speak wrongly.

( I am only an egg. )
"I have read the

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

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

((OOC: I'm taking VMS from roughly the middle of the book. He's about ready to strike out on his own, but has not decided to found his own religion yet. Also, he has canonical psychic powers, the most important, for the purposes of RPing being an ability to sense emotions. I think he would be able to sense supernatural creatures as well, and probably grok wrongness about folks like Ryuk or the Corinthian. But if there's something you don't want him to pick up, let me know. Also edited to fix a consistent spelling error.))

Current Mood: curious

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