[identity profile] tolo-nan-galad.livejournal.com
Hi everybody,

Sorry, but I need to take a brief hiatus again. I know I owe many, many tags, but RL is kicking butt for a bit - about three weeks more, and then I get a break (theoretically). So, here's the list:

Galadriel is in the library, having a three-way metaphysical discussion with Aziraphale and Gonzo regarding the theological implications of the afterlife, as construed through the existence of turnips.

War is practicing her flying, and trying to soup up her broom, hoping to make a quidditch team.

Indy owes Daniel Jackson a serious amount of drinks, and has gone to find some quality liquor to make up for his delinquency.

Duffman is passed out drunk in the Sorting Room.

Richard has hired Meg as his TA, and is currently in the library teaching himself more about Ancient Runes.

miss y'all,

Galadriel-mun
[identity profile] red-war-rider.livejournal.com
Owl to Nny: warded to turn into a handful of thorns for anybody else.

ExpandOwl to Nny )

(Owl is carrying two matching leather studded collars for the devils, one black and one purple.)
[identity profile] tolo-nan-galad.livejournal.com
OOC - Greetings, apologies, and the next few weeks...

Hi all,

I am posting to let you know why I have been rather hard to locate recently, and to let you know it will be another couple of weeks before I can play very actively again. I teach at Temple, and have twice the classes I had this time last year, and in the next three weeks have both papers and finals pouring in. Also, I got sick this week, (I love my nieces, but not their germs) and have been grumpy and not much company.

So - quit whining and cut to the chase, Galadriel!

Okay, here it is. I am on official hiatus for the next two or three weeks, but after that, will be free as a bird, on summer break and getting ready for the move to Scotland.

So if I owe you tags, I am sorry! My pack is currently here:

Galadriel has ensconced herself in the Library, and is reading literally EVERYTHING, but mostly history. She's using Nenya's time-stretch abilities to spend as much time as she needs to get through as much as she can in the 2-3 subjective I'll be buried in papers. Her roomate, Penny, can puppet her as desired.

Gonzo is being a twit, popping in and out of everywhere with floo powder. Feel free to write him into a scene if you feel up to it! Rules: keep it brief, keep it weird, and then send him off somewhere else!

Indy is getting settled in to Ravenclaw. He may be able to pop in for certain duties he has agreed to, so make TW or Michael gmail me if the storyline progresses to that point!

War is scheming, and redecorating Bitchiwitch common room.

Aziraphale is hanging around being ineffable, and searching for misprint Bibles.

If anybody reeeeeally needs me, gmail me and I'll answer.

I hate to do this, and I'll miss you. :( But - I shall return!

G-mun-y
[identity profile] red-war-rider.livejournal.com
Owl to Nny - not warded yet, but the owl looks pretty badass, and would just as soon bite you as give you any deliveries, especially if you're not the intended recipient. (Also, the owl has a black leather studded collar.)


Dearest Nny,

I'd LOVE a kit of your little Devil pal, Rry. Just to make me feel at home. Got any lying about?

Plus, stop by Bitchiwitch - I'd love to have tea, or something far less respectable.

Sloppy Kisses,

War
[identity profile] red-war-rider.livejournal.com
War rode her Harley straight through the portrait that guarded the door to the Bitchiwitch common room, causing the sweet little forest animals to run screaming from the frame as the canvas shredded under her tires.

She skidded to a halt, and kicked the Harley silent. Looking around the deserted hall, she grinned evilly. It was all hers. All of it.

Apparently, Bitchiwitch had once had students there. But the Hat had told her (after she seduced him) that Rita Repulsa and the Raptor were no longer there. So it was hers to remodel, to reign over – Bitchiwitch was War’s domain now. She could do as she damn-well pleased.

First, the place needed to be properly trashed.

Owl to all villains:

Come one, come all, to a Bitchiwitch refurbishing party!

War is here, and asks any and all malcontents, discontents, and avant-garde or renegade decorators to help her make Bitchiwitch nice and homey. The theme is red leather and weaponry.

And for Armageddon’s sake, bring liquor.

- War



Satisfied, she stalked off to find the best bedroom.
[identity profile] red-war-rider.livejournal.com
((OOC - okay'd by the G.O.-muns! Hee! I made a pun!))

A devastatingly beautiful woman, dressed entirely in tight-fitting red leather, and riding a scarlet Harley, roars into the Sorting Room. She whips off her helmet and sunglasses, revealing deep black eyes, creamy skin, and full, ruby lips. Her hair is fiery red, and her body is devastatingly voluptuous. She’s racktastic, and has an ass that won’t quit. She has red leather saddlebags on the motorcycle, and an empty sword scabbard on one side. The saddlebags are full of guns. LOTS of guns. And knives.

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

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