[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com
((In short- It's a giant over-the-top wedding party with a Dethklok concert for characters to enjoy and do whatever- the whole school's been invited. It should be noted that Dethklok's music is known to have a almost magical effect- they've driven audiences insane, raised trolls, caused hurricanes, etc. Half the food's been spiked by Valentine, choose your poison if desired! This was a group-written bit of epic TL;DR with permission received from all characters mentioned- sorry about the length, but there's a lot going on! The dragons arrive at the very end of the party- they mark 'the end' so to say, and are mostly just torching everything but the DETHTOWER, They're not assaulting any random chars, so there's no reason for anyone to interfere with them, it's basically 'under control'. . . =D ))

Certain human traditions are nearly universal- in most any culture, the concept of marriage can be found in one form or another. And in most of these cultures, marriages involve weddings. The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen and Lord Valentine Wolfe knew this as well as anyone, and, also knew exactly what a wedding actually was. Although many of the common masses felt weddings to be a wonderful, romantic celebration of a couple's love and commitment, both of these noblemen knew that a wedding was actually a huge, memorable party- memorable being key- intended to make a public statement. Although the exact nature of this statement varied from situation to situation, Vladimir and Valentine were well-aware that their union was making the best statement, which basically summed up to "We're better than you, we have more fun than you, and if you fuck with either of us, you fuck with both of us." Obviously, this statement had to be accompanied by a party of unforgettable proportion.

An epic account of the wedding extravaganza follows. . . )
[identity profile] prophetlemonade.livejournal.com
A swirl of dirty snow and drifting ash accompanied the latest arrival to the Sorting Room, a tall figure in a rather smart military ensemble, complete with gasmask and gloves; not the tiniest bit of skin could be seen. In one hand he held a mug of steaming... something.


The future is mine to forge! )


"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ____ZEE CAPTEIN________
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ______ZEE CAPTEIN_____.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___ZEE CAPTEIN________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____ZEE CAPTEIN________"
[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com

Although the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen was not given to commercialized holidays devoted to the most banal and insipid aspects of affection, Valentine's Day was not a day to miss. After all, he didn't have to interpret the date as a celebration of sickening novelties in bright pink. That was for the common sorts. His own interpretation of the holiday was quite literally as Valentine's Day, since after all, it was labeled as belonging to him, and therefore, was a day for showering Valentine with gifts and indulging him in his each and every whim. Of course, in Vladimir's opinion, most any day was good for this, but, nevertheless, the date was labeled, and so gifts and indulgences there would be.

Read more... )
[identity profile] shoggies.livejournal.com
As the first day of the year dawns, crudely-lettered posters appear around the school. These posters contain almost nothing aside from their cryptic lettering.

It is a New Year for humans.
The Stars Are Right!
for
DETHTOWER

FOLLOW THE SIGNS

Enjoy DETHTOWER.

(The bottom of each sign contains an arrow, pointing in a direction that will lead to another sign, with another arrow, and so on, until reaching a large sign which now stands upon the school grounds.)

It had been promised many months ago. Certain elements of plan had changed- it was certainly not atop the tower of House Hufflepuff- but, nevertheless, it had now come into being. Stone by stone it had risen, its name given by Nathan Explosion, its construction hidden by the odd angle at which the architectural monstrosity was set in regards to normal, three-dimensional space.

Here follows a TL;DR description of the DETHTOWER and some of what is to be found therein. )
[identity profile] grandmasteryoda.livejournal.com
Cards from Codex to:

Francium. )

Dieter. )

Igor. )

Nemo. )

Marcus. )

Sakon and Ukon. )




Gifts and such from Megan:

Igor! )

Sage and Rat! )

Maddie! )

Dean! )

Rose! )




Valentine's presents:

Baron Harkonnen. )

Jasper. )

Dethklok. )

Professor Homsar. )




Not-presents from Lee:

Methos. )

Raistlin. )

Castiel. )




Something confused from Sokka:

Ty Lee? )

Kurama and... Mr. Kurama? )




From Aayla, there are a bowl of fortune cookies under a tiny Christmas tree in the Gryffindor common room, with "Merry Christmas - From Aayla Secura" on the bowl. The fortune cookies are not cursed, drugged, or in any way tampered with--they just have happy messages inside.




From Santa Yoda:

To R2-D2 and C-3P0: )

To Rat: )

To Tenel Ka: )

To Coraline: )

To Toki and the Shoggies: )

To Dieter: )

((And because I think it's hilarious, the voices of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda from Star Wars: The Clone Wars did their own version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas this year. Obi-Wan, Cad Bane, and Ziro doing How The Grinch Stole Christmas last year was pretty fun, too!))
[identity profile] best-guitarist.livejournal.com
((Following Smaug-mun's lead since it's almost the 25th over here anyway. :D))

Skwisgaar's gifts to Toki )

Skwisgaar and Toki's 2010 holiday cards feature another family portrait on the front: They're dressed as Vikings in the snow, each holding two of their Shoggies, and Smaug's behind them, his head lowered so it's within the frame. In the far distance the rest of the Hogwarts Shoggies can be seen pelting Elric with snowballs. Each card has a message wishing the recipient a brutal holiday and is signed by Skwisgaar and Toki, with four squiggles representing their Shoggies' signatures and a small draconic-looking rune representing Smaug's, drawn courtesy of Elric.

Their gifts would be delivered by house elves and owls late at night on the 24th.


to Elric & Smaug )

to the rest of Dethklok plus Ofdensen )

to just Nathan )

to just Pickles )

to just Murderface )

to just Ofdensen )

to the Shoggies )

to Kaylee )

to Sweden )

to Oly )

to Jasper )

to Vladimir & Valentine )

in addition, to Jasper, Vladimir, and Valentine together )

to the raptor )

to Nidhögg )

to Asajj Ventress )
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items.

(Beowulf hadn't been much help at all; he was busy worrying about missing Yule Goat gifts, and haranguing house-elves to bring him replacements so no one would go ungifted. Many copies of the Tarvunty would be given out, from the sound of it.)

The enchanted ceiling of the hall offered an unobstructed view of the evening sky: clouds painted in brilliant shades of coral and lavender, fading to pale gold toward the horizon.

Luxurious black satin tablecloths covered the rows of tables, and places were set with exquisite crystal goblets and sterling silver cutlery. Elegant candelabras were scattered across the tables, and a much greater multitude of candles had been enchanted to hang in the air like fireflies -- and not drip wax -- at such a height that only Smaug might be in peril of bumping into any. Deep crimson draperies adorned the tall windows, tied back with black cords.

Several enormous fountains featuring somewhat morbid sculptures had been placed around the hall, quietly flowing with red wine, and there was also an assortment of tall fir trees, festively decorated for the Yule holiday.

A, Skwisgaar, and Beowulf all had places of honour at the head of separate tables: the Hufflepuff prefects' chairs were draped with graceful lengths of black and gold velvet, and the Gryffindor prefect's with red and gold velvet, to set them apart from the rest.

One row of tables had been designated exclusively for food and drink, and they were differentiated by their crimson tablecloths. Per Skwisgaar's request, Berwald Oxenstierna had been hard at work all day preparing a proper Swedish smörgåsbord: there was gravlax, kroppkakor, Swedish meatballs (of course), pickled herring, a variety of tasty items for open faced sandwiches, ostkaka, waffles with a selection of toppings (jam, whipped cream, ice cream), chokladboll, and kladdkaka. A had been equally busy, preparing a roast lamb, brussels sprouts, panettone, and, also by Skwisgaar's request, homemade lingonberry jam. In addition, a small area was set up with stacks of fresh baked butter cookies, along with bowls of icing and various toppings to decorate them with, should any guests wish to.

The presence of Valentine Wolfe, who had arrived with Vladimir Harkonnen to deliver the booze ahead of time, assured that several of these items would undoubtedly be drugged, unbeknownst to any of the prefect hosts.

Outdoors, on the lawn, wood was piled high for Beowulf's festive bonfire. He had tried to transfigure it all into one gigantic Yule log, with little success; here and there, the lengths of lumber appeared to have melted into one another and recongealed into their proper consistency, but it was still just a pile of firewood for the most part. Overenthusiastic house elves had added bits of furniture to the firewood. A safe distance from the firepit, a sleigh sat mired in mud; it was filled with nothing but heaps of fur robes. When dinner was over, Beowulf would blow his golden horn and lead the revelers out to light the fire.

But first: food! and the exchanging of presents!


(( OOC note: Any item may be safe or may have been spiked by Valentine, at your wish. If spiked, the nature of the character's altered state is entirely up to the player. Since we already have a chocolate plot running thanks to the enchanted water, Valentine's spiked goodies may alter or nullify the effects that the enchanted water may have induced. as the player sees fit. Or it may leave those effects in place and simply add another simultaneous effect. The more, the merrier.

One more thing: If your characters become inclined toward NSFW action, please split it into a separate post rather than RPing the NSFWness in the party post. Ditto for anything triggery -- anything that you'd normally put a warning on. Putting it in a separate post as a closed RP means you can put the appropriate warning right on the label, with a nice LJ-cut for everyone's protection. ))
[identity profile] iam-beowulf.livejournal.com
Beowulf loved the Secret Santa exchange. He had loved it ever since Pippi Longstocking gave him the gift of rainbow-striped scarf, hat, and matching gloves, which he wore every year at Yule thereafter.

The concept of Santa, however, had very little to do with the holiday cheer Beowulf knew best. This year, he decided, as Gryffindor Prefect he would take matters into his own hands.

Posters went up everywhere, dictated by Beowulf to about twenty Dictaquills writing on twenty different sheets of parchment at once, and subsequently tacked up by house elves in all the usual places.



HWÆT! Yule tide does approach!

We call upon you to give gifts to one another, in the manner of a Yule Goat. If you do this, a Yule Goat will also give a gift unto you! If you fail to honor your pledge of gift-giving, a Yule Goat will disapprove!

Note the name by which you are called, if you wish to take part in this jolly exchange!

You have until the 10th day of December to make your pledge. On the 11th day of December, you will be told the name of the Hogwartsman whose Yule Goat you will be!




((OOC note!: Wishbone's player has kindly passed the torch to Beowulf this year. Beowulf will be organizing the Secret Santa exchange along the same lines as Wishbone's exchange last year.

Like last year, characters can ICly sign up other characters if the mun has OOC approval from the other character's player. Just note the permission OOCly in your comment.

Either let me know what e-mail address I should associate with that character's player, or what LJ account I should PM, once Beowulf has made all the assignments. ICly the character will receive an owl from Beowulf giving them their assignment, which is how the characters who didn't sign themselves up will find out they are obligated! OOCly, I'll either e-mail or PM each player.))
[identity profile] ariemorytwo.livejournal.com
Ari's prioritized action list:

1. Find a computer and attempt to log into Base One. Could be this 21st-century stuff is all someone's elaborate psych.

Attempt made. Ari wasn't surprised that it availed nothing. But she'd had to try.

2. Find Florian and Catlin.

Easiest thing was to send a message to the Hat asking about them. This took some doing: the messaging system here consisted of a fleet of trained owls. The end result: two wizened little green nonhumans showed up at Ari's door in Sparklypoo. They said their names were Flobby and Caddy. When pressed, they admitted these names were short for Floribunda and Cadwallader. Wrong genders, even, for Florian and Catlin. (House elves did seem to have gender; though, thankfully for human sensibilities, their naked forms did not bear primary or secondary sexual characteristics a human would recognize. A good thing. The elves refused to wear clothing, and seemed to take the very offer of any garment as an outrageous affront.)

Because Ari had described her azi in the message she'd sent -- Florian dark and slight, Catlin blonde and tall -- someone had stuck wigs onto the house elves. (Wigs apparently did not count as clothing.)

"Fine," said Ari. "You're my bodyguards."

They grinned and waved their cattle prods.

3. Get messages offworld.

She was hoping for replies to the inquiries she'd owled to the space programs of the major industrial nations: NASA, Roskosmos, and SBASAF. The freight on messages from any of these was likely to be ... well, astronomical. But -- again, as with the computers -- she'd had to try.

4. Familiarize self with grounds.

This was why she was walking away from the castle. Her house-elf bodyguards were trailing far behind her. Ari had a notebook and a Dictaquill, to which she occasionally spoke a few words.
[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com
((It should be noted that Valentine's inclusion is with mun-approval, a joint-tag seemed the smoothest start.))
The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen shifted slightly on his sofa, one arm wrapped around the shoulders of Lord Valentine Wolfe, and his feet propped up on the strangled corpse of a Dutch police officer which lay in front of the furniture. Over the last few months, the Baron and Lord Wolfe had been finding themselves spending an increasing amount of time with one another, and enjoying it all quite a bit. Although they'd failed to grow bored with each other's company, they had become somewhat bored with Hogwarts, even with the usually effective influence of Valentine's chemical concoctions- Hogwarts just didn't exist on a planetary scale. A recent missive received from the now-popcorned Paul Atreides or A-Ghola-of-Paul Atredies had also been bothering the Baron, and, all in all, a change, if only a brief one, sounded good. Thus, the Baron and Lord Wolfe had decided to go on a 'date', selecting De Wallen for their destination, having interpreted it as a destination which catered to any and all desires of the chemical or carnal nature.

Epic!TL;DR behind the cut. . . )
[identity profile] journal-aigis.livejournal.com
[[OOC: Joint app done with mod permission/hashing out. Koromaru, due to being a character in his own right, has a journal ([livejournal.com profile] cerberusyndrome) but is unable to be understood by anyone but Aigis. Both taken from around the same time Fuuka was in P3 canon. Again, for simplicity's sake the protagonist will be referred to by the semi-canon name Minato.]]


Spoilers for Persona 3. )

"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___Aigis/Koro_________
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _Aigis/Koro__________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____Aigis/Koro_______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ___Aigis/Koro__________"
[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com
The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen couldn't neglect his favorites on what appeared to be a very popular holiday- it would have been in terrible form. But, it also would have been in terrible form to send the wrong gifts given the holiday's connotations. Too little, and his favorites might feel neglected, too much, and they might get the wrong idea. In the case of Valentine Wolfe, he did intend to convey an extra level of interest, as he unquestionably had romantic feelings towards his fellow overlord, and did want to pursue them further. And, as Jasper was already aware of his feelings, it wasn't as if he could be offended. No, it was the others who were somewhat more challenging- he was fond of all his bedmates, but was quite content with the NSA arrangements with most of them. Eventually he made his decisions, talked Jasper into helping him pick a few things up, and on Valentine's Day, sent out his house-elf on a few deliveries. He also realized that he needed to add Lord Glorfindel to the list, after receiving a strange message delivered by a singing house-elf. The Elf-Lord, strange and inaccessible as he was, was endearingly thoughtful. Vladimir also had a rather strange afterthought- mainly, he wanted to see if his house-elf could deliver something, and thus confirm an identity. And, subtly taunting an enemy under the guise of politeness was always rather amusing. He obtained a few of the gifts himself in Diagon Alley, including Jasper's, so it could be a surprise.

To Jasper )

To Yukimura )

To Kuronue )

To Steff )
To Lord Glorfindel )

To Skwisgaar and Toki )

To Paul Atreides )

To Elric )
To Lord Valentine Wolfe )
[identity profile] gourmetwolfe.livejournal.com
A large man, weighing a full seventh of a ton, bustled through the door, carrying a branch of a Phalaenopsis hybrid in a bud vase. He frowned as he realized that he was not in the room that he expected to be in. He turned, the door no longer behind him. He frowned, the corners of his mouth turning down slightly. His assistant, the man he was looking for, would classify the expression as a frenzy of expression. He turned again, facing in the room. "Confound it," he snarled. "Archie. Archie! Enough of this flumery. Confound it." He glared around the room impartially. His desk, his chair, the book he was reading. None of them were in this room, the room that should have been his office. "Fritz!" he bellowed.

"Confound it," he pronounced again, looking around the room. He found a chair that looked as though it would support his mass near a table. He crossed to it, his steps heavier now as he crossed the room. He set the vase on the table and pulled down his gray suit jacket. He ran his hands down the matching vest and adjusted his yellow and red abstractly patterned tie, resetting the yellow collar of his shirt before he sat himself, obviously uncomfortably, in the chair.

He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair, looking around. He glanced at the table he'd set the orchid branch on and noticed the stack of papers. He drew them over, read over them quickly and tossed them back onto the table. "Buffoonery. I will not be subject to this nonsense. Archie!" He waited a beat or two and then called, "Fritz!" With a disgruntled sigh, he looked around the room again. There was nothing else to occupy him and idleness did not sit well with him, despite his chronic laziness. He picked up the papers again.

Tommy rot. )

"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____NW_______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____NW_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____NW______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______NW_______"
[identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com
Having learned about Christmas from Jasper, the Baron Vladimir Harkonnen wasn't about to waste a perfectly good opportunity to give lavish presents to all his favorites. He wasn't into the whole 'Peace on Earth' thing, of course, but, as a noble, resisting the chance to hand out extravagant gifts was simply impossible. Vladimir's gifts, for the most part, were all custom-ordered from various Diagon Alley wizarding merchants or purchased through antiques dealers with Jasper's help. Vladimir did, however, handle Jasper's gift on his own, as to not tip off Jasper as to the nature of it.

For Jasper )For Valentine )
For Yukimura )
For Kuronue )
For Steff )
For Skwisgaar, Toki, and their Shoggy children )
For A )
For Lord Glorfindel )
[identity profile] 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... )

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