[identity profile] thequeenbluth.livejournal.com
((Note for those of you who have not seen Arrested Development: The show has a narrator, who is voiced by Ron Howard and who acts like sort of a Greek Chorus, commenting on the action. He's very integral to the style of the show, so I've chosen to include him here. That said, this is totally a stylistic thing -- like how some characters are written in first-person -- so your characters won't be able to hear anything, and anyone with psychic or extrasensory abilities isn't going to notice anything. It's just for fun.

Anything written in italics will be the narrator's commentary.

Also, there are spoilers in the comments, so be forewarned!))


This is Lucille Bluth. Moments ago, she was on the deck of the Queen Mary, but now she's found herself here, in a very strange place indeed.

"What the hell is this?" Lucille snapped. "Is this one of GOB's stupid magic tricks? Oh, God." She sighed wearily, putting a hand to her forehead. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten into the Aztec Tomb."

Lucille's oldest son, George Oscar Bluth II, a.k.a. GOB, was a magician who had given Lucille absolutely no reason to believe in magic. His most notorious trick was called the Aztec Tomb, and it had had some poor results in the past.

"GOB?" Lucille shouted at the walls. "You let me out of here right now, or so help me--"

And that was when Lucille spotted the form sitting on the table in front of her.

"Oh? What's this?" Lucille moved closer to take a look. "Application...? What on earth?" Suddenly, her face cleared. "Oh! This must be for the club. Well, if it will get us back in..."

She sat down and began to write, only to discover that the pen -- actually a Dictaquill -- was already doing the writing for her. Assuming the country club she thought she was at had upgraded its computer systems, she took this in stride.

And can I get a vodka tonic? )

"I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. LB
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. LB.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. LB.
One day, marmalade I marmalade will rule the world. LB"
[identity profile] ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com
The Hat, pleased with itself, basked in the serenity of its grand new home in El Mundo del Sombrero. While the students roughed it in wizarding tents, the Hat would enjoy the luxury lifestyle with the foulmouthed fix-it queen of its hatly dreams. O, the lovely Virginia. A pity she was human and not a hat. They probably couldn't produce any duck waffles together. They'd just have to have an open marriage.

(Be it noted that the Hat's notion of 'family values' was highly, highly idiosyncratic.)

The size of the Hat House in the tent village wasn't just to lord it over the peons, though it was for that too. It was also to accommodate newcomers. New people arrived in the Sorting Room every week. The Hat didn't intend to leave them out of its duck waffle breeding program brave new world. There were rooms in the Hat House, with numbers. A2. A3. A4. And so on. The Hat knew its numbers and its alphabet! Oh, the new students might be allowed to settle into their dormitories for a few brief shining days, until the Hat could make sure of their suitability and find them a proper match. But then -- then, it would be into the gulag model village with them!

Room A1, however, would always and only be reserved for the Hat and its sweet bride. And it was in this room where it awaited her. It couldn't wait to hear what choice words she might have upon realising her happy fate!

A2, it already had plans for. People with "de" in their names should be married to one another! de Lioncourt, de Winter, it all sounded de same to de Hat, hyuk hyuk ...

((That's right, new applicants and the unSorted can still get in on the pain, by arrangement with the mods. Once you're Sorted we can talk business. ))
[identity profile] vbraithwaite.livejournal.com
Virginia was getting used to the school, and was finding her fun by wandering the ever changing corridors. Still though, she missed tinkering with things. She missed things like cars, and how tuning the engine felt. She missed soldering things, and holding the power in her hands when she was putting machinery together.

Boredom can be a gift sometimes )
[identity profile] thebloodypoet.livejournal.com
((OOC: I've contacted the BtVS muns that were listed as active; but I'm terribly sorry if I forgot someone! Additionally, for reference, I'm taking Spike just after he leaves Sunnydale in Season 2. Hooray for rifts in time!))

A Chaos Demon. He'd been dumped for a bloody Chaos Demon.

There were some things that just weren't right in the world, and having your lover/sire/sort-of-sister of over a century dump you for something that looked like a snotty tissue packed with lard was just... not right. But Spike had a plan to change this. Right now, this plan involved a lot of drinking and smashing things, and a place to lay low to do it in.

Oh, who was he kidding? Laying low was hardly his style - proven by the rather loud bang he made when he kicked the door to the castle open. Spike had heard about this place, with its many witches (and its few vampires), not to mention all the other interesting little bits. Like a variety buffet, so to speak.

"DRUSILLA!" Spike roared, stalking into the middle of the room. "Dru, if you're here, I'm going to tear you into messes! DRU." Oh, there was no point in shouting, she wouldn't be here. But at least this place sounded interesting enough to stay for a while while he regrouped. And it had felt bloody good to just yell at her, even if she wouldn't hear it.

An eternal dilemma: Why is there nobody around to kill when you really, really need it to feel better? )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______S______
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____S______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____S______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______S_______
[identity profile] recentlygay.livejournal.com
((Note: I'll be taking Willow from the end of season six, but I think I managed to keep spoilers pretty vague. With permission from Tara-mun.))

"Okay, well this is weird. One minute you're making huge amounts of headway in the whole 'don't-cry-every-day' category -not to mention the tea- and then pow! You're in the middle of a very castle-y room. Good job, Willow."

Wouldn't it be funny if she was magically transported to some European castle? ...Wait a minute. )

I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __WR__
I have read the [livejournal.com profile] hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. __WR__.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __WR__.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. __WR__
[identity profile] vbraithwaite.livejournal.com
Virginia looked around, not really knowing what she was doing here.

Lighting up a cigarette, she sat down on the ground,

"Fuck!"

Bloody pissing bastarding.... )



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

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