[identity profile] my-soul-itches.livejournal.com
So here's a thought exercise.

ExpandSPOILERS for Pixie Strikes Back, X-men: Second Coming, and Hellbound. ) Yeah. Good times.

Megan came back to Hogwarts, less bloody and concussed than last time, but somehow twenty times more beaten-down. There was a limit, and she had just about reached it.

Moping was not going to help her. If she started thinking about it--any of it--she might very well start screaming and never stop. Instead, after 'porting back, she slipped very quietly into the kitchens and enlisted the help of several house elves. They tried to do all the work, but she needed something to do to keep her in constant motion, something to keep her from thinking.

After a sleepless night, she set out trays with heaps of baked goods in the Great Hall, all with the lumpy appearance of genuinely homemade treats. She taped up her sign ("Free! Guaranteed NO HEXES OR POTIONS!") and sat back with a sigh, wings folding neatly behind her and a slightly too-desperate smile on her tired face.
[identity profile] shoggies.livejournal.com
((The Shoggies have decided it is 'Cthulhoo Day' because in the HPL story "The Call of Cthulhu, April 25th is the date on which Cthulhu woke up to munch on a few fishermen. None of the food at the party is necessarily hexed, unless you feel like your characters finding something a house-elf got creative with, or any magical products the Shoggies might have brought back from Hogsmeade. Your characters don't have to interact with the Shoggies if they don't want to, of course. =D They're just all over the tower, since there's lots of them.))

((Gets NSFW by the end of the Dethklok sub-thread.))

The Shoggies weren't usually aware of dates, but, they were sensitive to the stars and their varying degrees of rightness. And, today, Shoggy 10 awoke from whatever dreams it was that Shoggies had during whatever it was that passed for Shoggy sleep. "Oh my Great Cthulhoo!" it announced loudly, waking Shoggies 3, 4.6, and 18, who all simultaneously popped out of their drawers and annouced, "It's Cthulhoo Day!" For, the Shoggies had all realized that on this date 85 years ago, sunken R'lyeh had briefly arisen, and Great Cthulhu had eaten a few fishermen. This was a day to celebrate! "We gots to have a party!" insisted Shoggy 3, and the others agreed enthusiastically. They squelched down from their drawers and set out to find the rest of the Hogwarts Shoggies.

It was only a couple hours later that the first of the weird signs started appearing in the halls. Shoggies 3, 4.6, 10, and 18 had suggested to the others that they use construction paper and paint to make their party announcements, since it would be faster than carving them out of stone, and so, they had. The signs were all quite colourful, and had been decorated with paintings of a corpulent, squid-headed creature with small wings, often shown with a handful of tiny little men splattered in red paint, and the words 'yum yum'. The signs all said basically the same thing, and it was evident from the grammar that Toki and Skwisgaar's Shoggies had done most of the lettering. The lettering was quite crude, as, Shoggies were used to complicated hieroglyphs, and not the simplistic shapes of the alphabet.

IT IS CTHULHOO DAY! Comes to our party and celebrates!

The party is ats Andy's McGraw Tower ons the grounds.

Comes when it gets dark! Brings a sacrifice if you wants!

Don't worry, we cans say Fhtagn right!

There wills be chickens and beer and candy and sandwiches ands other foods.

It'll be SOOO COOL!


By early evening, the Shoggies had everything ready for the party, and gathered it all together at the unholy version of McGraw tower which had graced the campus since they'd transported it from the past for Andy's Christmas present. ExpandRead more... )
[identity profile] braveexplorer.livejournal.com
Coraline's Secret Santa present had been a lot more surprising than she expected. The baby Acromantula was currently living in a box in her room, being fed by very nervous house elves. Coraline had named her Berry, in the vague hope that giving her a name would make her seem more like a pet and less like a really big spider. It wasn't helping much.

The library had not provided useful advice. The only book Coraline had found with any reference to keeping Acromantulas as pets said 'don't even think about it', and while she privately agreed, it was far too late for that now. So she decided to ask on the compy network instead. Surely someone would know something helpful.

It wasn't a long post. Coraline's written vocabulary was still smaller than her spoken one, and she gave up on spelling 'Acromantula' after the fifth attempt.

Does anyone know how to look after giant spiders?

Signed, Coraline Jones
[identity profile] catcherandrye.livejournal.com
Aoi was quick to discover that Hogwarts was very...archaic. Of course the first thing he'd done was look for technology, and he'd come across the Compy Room. The jack that he pulled from his neck didn't match the USB port on any of the computers, so he'd set off in search of materials to make some.He'd at least like to see if he could still dive on the ancient computers he'd found.

In the end he'd taken one of the computers and ripped it apart, and now he was sitting in the middle of the Compy Room, legs crossed underneath him, toying with the motherboard and some other bits and pieces. His left hand seemed to break open, splitting into panels, and he picked and pulled at the bars therein until he pulled out something like a screwdriver, then closed his arm again. He was determined to make an internet connection, even if Mello had basically told him it was pointless trying.

He was the Laughing Man, after all. If he couldn't...then it was hopeless.
[identity profile] codex-of-good.livejournal.com
She had not left her house in a week.

This was not entirely unusual--mild agoraphobia was just one of the reasons she had gone to a therapist for years. Until the break-up. How many people had their therapists break up with them? It wasn't good for self esteem. And while Codex had been doing so much better lately (she had hosted a party however unintentionally and actually gone out in the sun recently!) the stress of recent events had made her a bit twitchy.

More than a bit. She was pretty sure she had been on the edge of a psychotic breakdown. The events of the big LAN party versus those d-bags the Axis of Anarchy had really driven that point home.

So when, for the first time in a week, she opened the door to the apartment that she was back to sharing with Zaboo, it somehow made perfect sense that she stepped into a room that looked right out of the keeps of the end-game dungeons.

"Oh god," she said in a small voice. "She was right. I've snapped."

ExpandI can do this. I can do this. OH GOD PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Codex
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Codex
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Codex
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Codex
[identity profile] 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.
[identity profile] meh-feet.livejournal.com
A young woman - red-headed, green eyed, barefoot, and, curiously, with the sleeves of her (male) Hogwarts uniform tied off where her elbows would be, slowly slumps into the room. On seeing the application form and quill, her face has a bare twitch. "Tch," she says, drawing up her leg.

To her surprise, the (Quick Quotes) Quill writes down, Tch.

"...Interesting," she says. Again, the Quill writes: Interesting.

"This is a public room," she says, more to herself than to anyone else. "Therefore this is not as per my requests for accommodation. Therefore, this school will be very interesting." She smiles, sort of. As a test, she says, "Quill: select all. Erase all."

She sees that it does. And smiles.

ExpandUnder medical privacy laws, this is not to be distributed without prior written approval. )


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

I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them.
手塚 琳

I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch.
手塚 琳

One day, marmalade will rule the world.
手塚 琳
[identity profile] degeneratewolfe.livejournal.com
Valentine waited until what he'd judged was the last straggler to make their way in and shut the door. The dungeon classroom was, for the moment, brightly lit and students were paired up in front of cauldrons. There were a number of beanbags shoved off against one wall. "Why, hello," he said, waiting for whatever chatter was in the air to die down. "And welcome to today's Expandpotion class. )
[identity profile] gotcake.livejournal.com
There's a giant, metal, robotic, construct hanging from the ceiling in the Sorting Room. When (if?) accepted, she will move to her room and find some other way to get around the castle; but for now, she's here. And since she's an insane computer built by people who were potentially even more insane, being here doesn't really elicit more than vaguely curious staring. And a desire for cake, but that went without saying.

"Hello?" she called out. "Is anyone there?" And if there was a slightly plaintive note in her computerized monotone, well, could you really blame her? Life just wasn't worth living without people to do research on.

ExpandFine. I suppose I'll fill out this application. By myself. Because no one else is here. )


(("I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. GLaDOS
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. GLaDOS
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. GLaDOS
One day, marmalade will rule the world. GLaDOS"))
[identity profile] senorcyborg.livejournal.com
((Done with permission. Vic will over time remember the concept of Hogwarts and kinda what goes on there, but probably not too much else. Generic disclaimer: there's bound to be various Runaways spoilers as I play him.))

Coming out of the darkness, Victor's face felt wet. He reached up and rubbed at it with the heels of his hands, dimly wondering why his eyes were burning.

Cultured butter and sodium chloride, the supercomputer at home in his head helpfully informed him.

Well, yeah, the room positively reeked of butter—and so did he, now that he thought about it. It must've somehow gotten into his eyes. Case closed. Except that really didn't explain why he was covered in butter and salt. The hell?

Squinting and looking around, he found himself in a room with rows of glass cases, each containing a single giant popcorn kernel. Very Pod-Peopleish, and more than a little unnerving. Maybe worst of all, there was something vaguely familiar about this room, something that caused a sense of déjà vu. No... more like part of his memory had been wiped, but fragments still remained. The cyborg equivalent of déjà vu, maybe, if the memory of this place was even real. He had an entire childhood's worth of false memories; sometimes it was difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction.

The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt—

And suddenly there was electricity crackling around him, leaping from various points of his body without purpose; he hadn't meant for it to, and wasn't sure what was wrong. He struggled to get it under control, managing to suppress it to just an occasional spark from his hands before he dared let out the breath he'd been holding.

What was going on?
[identity profile] defense-rests.livejournal.com
((Mia is taken from after Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations, so beware of moderate spoilers. I'll label major spoilers in the comments if at all possible. Also: important clues are indicated by colored text in the game. I will keep this to a minimum.

Permission has been obtained from the other active PW muns. Can you say "workninja?" I knew that you could. Back for an hour or two. Forget status notes, Mia's been Sorted, but I'm going to still endeavor to finish threads here. Don't wait on me. XD))


Date: ??? Time: ???
Location: ???


A tall, attractive brunette in her late twenties suddenly appears in the Sorting Room. Initially, she is unsurprised to find herself there. But her brow furrows as she studies her unfamiliar surroundings and the lack of any familiar faces. She approaches the desk of applications with a sigh, expecting a panicked note from her little sister. "Maya, what have you gotten into now?"

The Dictaquill promptly jumps to life and takes down her question. Mia hesitates, then reads over the application thoughtfully, bemused but still not looking all that out-of-sorts. But when she looks down at herself, she starts in surprise; while she seems perfectly at home in the suit she's wearing, her current ensemble is not what she expected.

She can only think of a few explanations for this, all of which are completely insane:

1) Maya (or, heaven forbid, Pearl) has broken into some sort of old castle, dressed up like her and having changed her hair to match Mia's. While Maya has done some incredibly insane things, this seems a little too far-fetched even for her little sister. If this is the case, Phoenix has some serious explaining to do.

2) Redd White failed to kill her, and the events of the last three years were a head-injury-induced dream and after being knocked out someone dumped her in some old castle. (Yes, wishful thinking, but still.)

3) Somehow, she is no longer dead - well, the ability to breathe and the obvious pulse are evidence enough of that - and in her own body.

...The fact that the third option is the most plausible should indicate just how strange her current situation is.

ExpandNever let go of what you believe in. Never. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Mia Fey
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Mia Fey
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Mia Fey
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Mia Fey
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
((For the purpose of explaining why they're so delayed, I'm assuming this happens after Ryuuji and Wolfram are kidnapped by giant bees. The OOC reason is that mod/IRL stuff kept me kinda too busy to get my act together, sorry, but I've got no clue how this works with Ryuuji being there for the wolfhunt/lessons, except maybe to say that he was shadow-projecting or cloning himself the way Naruto showed him.))

ExpandOwl to Mokuba and Seto. )

ExpandOwl to Adam. )

ExpandOwl to Victor. )

ExpandOwl to Oz. )

ExpandOwl to Gogo. )

ExpandOwl to Nightwing. )

ExpandOwl to Stephen. )

ExpandOwl to Terry. )

ExpandOwl to Utena. )

~*~
[identity profile] dice-addict.livejournal.com
Ryuuji: Welcome, one and all, to the first ever themed edition of WART! Stephen and I are going to your hosts for tonight, and we've decided to make the show revolve around Potions and Evil Clowns -- or more specifically, the repelling and hunting down of Evil Clowns. First, before you do anything, get your shot glasses out and make some Evil Clown Repellant to chug down while you listen to the show. Stephen and I have already taken a shot each, and we'll be taking a shot before each song played, just for luck. Stephen, would you do the honors of reading out the recipe for Evil Clown Repellent Red?

Stephen: *clears throat and intones solemnly* To make Evil Clown Repellent Red, you will need six ounces of spirits -- vodka works quite well -- six ounces of water, and three ounces of powdered animal hoof that has been colored red and has some sort of flavor associated with the concept of redness. In a clean cauldron, boil the water together with the spirits. Carefully add the powdered animal hoof and be sure to blend it thoroughly, else there will be unappealing lumps, and the effectiveness against clowns will suffer.

Pour the resulting mixture into small cups and give it to the house elf to put somewhere cool, God knows where they put things around here. Then have the house elf bring it back when it has become sort of congealed.

Ingest with courage and zeal!

ExpandAnd so, the fun begins. )
[identity profile] hero-killer.livejournal.com
After the WART show and the secrets board, Victor was feeling far more cheerful than he'd had in a while. He'd figured out how to conjure a small bouquet of sunflowers too (he was going to lie and say they were in congratulations for doing a great radio show.) So he checked to make sure he looked okay, and headed down to the Slytherin dorms to find out if Kate was in the mood to go to Hogsmeade, or hang out on the grounds or something.

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