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the-dogwitch.livejournal.com((OOC Note: Ralph and Dolores, the stuffed dog and doll, are animated toys. They are animated and given 'life' by Violet's own soul and magic; so they're little more than puppets that can move and talk because of a spell, and not separate characters.))
With a snap and a crackle (and a pop of smoke that smelled like a strange mixture of nicotine and candy), Violet Grimm had appeared in the Sorting Room, sprawled languidly across the floor and already laughing.
"Wow," she smirked slowly, craning her neck backwards so that she could see across the room. "I think I broke something. ...A few laws, maybe. A couple of magic codes." Stretching slowly, Violet climbed to her feet, perching on the edge of the table and crossing her legs neatly. Her attire had to be seen to be believed; a chaotic combination of leather, stripes, buckles, mesh and lace. Letting a tattered bag fall to the floor, Violet tilted her head and cracked her neck, stretching her arms above her head with a loopy smile. "Don't know where I am, but hell, I ended up here. Big spooky castle? Sounds like my kind of place."
As if prompted by an afterthought, Violet bent down and reached into her bag, pulling out two toys. One was a plush brown dog stuffed toy, clad in a checkered coat. The other was an antique doll, immaculate except for the hideous tear in its mouth revealing portions of skull and teeth.
"Hey! Where did you bring us now?" The dog toy rolled its eyes in clear exasperation, sniffing deeply.
Violet made a grand gesture out at the room, swaying slightly and grinning. Her eyes - so pale gold they were almost white - crinkled at the edges, cracking the combination of heavy mascara and blood that she smeared around them. "We are... here, Ralph."
( Wherever 'here' is. )
With a snap and a crackle (and a pop of smoke that smelled like a strange mixture of nicotine and candy), Violet Grimm had appeared in the Sorting Room, sprawled languidly across the floor and already laughing.
"Wow," she smirked slowly, craning her neck backwards so that she could see across the room. "I think I broke something. ...A few laws, maybe. A couple of magic codes." Stretching slowly, Violet climbed to her feet, perching on the edge of the table and crossing her legs neatly. Her attire had to be seen to be believed; a chaotic combination of leather, stripes, buckles, mesh and lace. Letting a tattered bag fall to the floor, Violet tilted her head and cracked her neck, stretching her arms above her head with a loopy smile. "Don't know where I am, but hell, I ended up here. Big spooky castle? Sounds like my kind of place."
As if prompted by an afterthought, Violet bent down and reached into her bag, pulling out two toys. One was a plush brown dog stuffed toy, clad in a checkered coat. The other was an antique doll, immaculate except for the hideous tear in its mouth revealing portions of skull and teeth.
"Hey! Where did you bring us now?" The dog toy rolled its eyes in clear exasperation, sniffing deeply.
Violet made a grand gesture out at the room, swaying slightly and grinning. Her eyes - so pale gold they were almost white - crinkled at the edges, cracking the combination of heavy mascara and blood that she smeared around them. "We are... here, Ralph."
( Wherever 'here' is. )
racheltherunner.livejournal.com((This takes place directly after this sock RP, which is in Sam's LJ, and I'm linking in conjunction with this to avoid cluttering the comm. XD Enjoy!))
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( I don't know/I really don't know/If this castle in the sand/is strong enough to stand/I feel I'm cured/and I know I should/step away. turn around/Let my feet hit the ground/...running, running, running, running... )
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( I don't know/I really don't know/If this castle in the sand/is strong enough to stand/I feel I'm cured/and I know I should/step away. turn around/Let my feet hit the ground/...running, running, running, running... )
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]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __WR__
I have read thehogwarts_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__
"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
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. __WR__I have read the
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__
soopernathan.livejournal.com(( SPLOSION OF HEROES, OH NOEZ :0 Cut for spoilers, though there aren't many. Just to be safe! This has also been approved by all the Heroes muns ^^; ))
...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?
One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so...crackedcasual.
Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.
( What a dump. )
"I have read thehogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. N.P.
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. N.P.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. N.P.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ...N.P.?"
...This was where Peter had disappeared off to?
One thing was for certain - Hogwarts was a place in which Nathan Petrelli most definitely did not fit. For a man who had spent the last several weeks, months, God only knew how long, of his life dressed continually and almost solely in business suits and ties - no, really; he practically slept in Gucci by the end of that election - he most definitely did not fit in a school so...
Even as he was striding into the room, he was loosening his tie, trying to appear as informal as possible with several hundreds of dollars of clothing on his back.
( What a dump. )
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. N.P.I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. N.P.I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. N.P.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ...N.P.?"
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phobophilia.livejournal.comAlgaliarept wasn't typically into the business of traveling long distances - Cincinnati and the Hollows bred more than enough people willing to deal with him - but, he felt, desperate times called for desperate measures. 'Times', in this case, referred specifically to the growing lack of those willing to do deals with demons. They were getting smart. Or, stupid, actually.
It was high time for a shift. The minute that the sun went down, Algaliarept misted into appearance and pushed open the door of Hogwarts Castle, walking purposefully inside and into the Sorting Room. He'd heard wonders about this castle.
"Marvelous," he smiled thinly, pushing his round spectacles further up his nose. "Just the place I was looking for." His glasses were finely misted so that nobody could see his eyes, but if one were to look closely, they would see a red blur underneath the grey-tinted glass. However, if anybody had had the dubious pleasure of meeting him before, they wouldn't recognize him now. Gone was the guise of an 18th century gentleman, replaced instead by another very British, but more modern appearance.
Appearance curses were so much fun.
( And so is being a fluent deceiver. )
I have read thehogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____A_______
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____A______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____A______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______A_______
It was high time for a shift. The minute that the sun went down, Algaliarept misted into appearance and pushed open the door of Hogwarts Castle, walking purposefully inside and into the Sorting Room. He'd heard wonders about this castle.
"Marvelous," he smiled thinly, pushing his round spectacles further up his nose. "Just the place I was looking for." His glasses were finely misted so that nobody could see his eyes, but if one were to look closely, they would see a red blur underneath the grey-tinted glass. However, if anybody had had the dubious pleasure of meeting him before, they wouldn't recognize him now. Gone was the guise of an 18th century gentleman, replaced instead by another very British, but more modern appearance.
Appearance curses were so much fun.
( And so is being a fluent deceiver. )
I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____A_______I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____A______.I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____A______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______A_______
office-michael.livejournal.com( Life's so fragile and love's so pure / We can't hold on but we try / We watch how quickly it disappears / And we never know why )
((This RP is open, so feel free to throw your chars in with emo!Michael!))
((This RP is open, so feel free to throw your chars in with emo!Michael!))
lilypotter60.livejournal.com((Slightly backdated to the day after this. Beware the screaming and flailing and running away. Rated S for adult-stupidity.))
( Unholy hotel/What a place to sleep/And that chemical smell/But I'm geting mine/Right/there behind you/I'm right, I'm right behind you/Inside that pandora's box/Was a can of worms/You'll milk that shaved head you move like an insect/I'm right behind you/I'm right behind you/That ocean's not so deep/That water's not so dark/Flood of water, bitter sea/That did you like you needed me )
( Unholy hotel/What a place to sleep/And that chemical smell/But I'm geting mine/Right/there behind you/I'm right, I'm right behind you/Inside that pandora's box/Was a can of worms/You'll milk that shaved head you move like an insect/I'm right behind you/I'm right behind you/That ocean's not so deep/That water's not so dark/Flood of water, bitter sea/That did you like you needed me )
tamwood.livejournal.com((OOC Note: Ivy is a living vampire, which means that she was born with the vampire virus, but she is not truly undead. Nonetheless, other vampires would be able to sense it - and other magically inclined people, too. So feel free to notice away :P))
There were very few things that Ivy Tamwood expected to be confronted with as soon as she staggered out of bed. A tornado of Jenks' kids in the kitchen was usually typical, as was Rachel puttering around and cooking up spells. On the rare occasions it was Rachel planning, or edgy Rachel (especially if Ivy had been slightly less than iron willed the previous night). Or even Jenks drunk on honey. She could deal with any of those things in the morning.
But what Ivy did not expect was to be transported into the middle of a castle. Especially when she was dressed in little but a silk black robe, clutching a mug of tea. She hadn't even had a chance to brush her hair. The morning, interestingly enough, generally revealed an altogether very human Ivy. An odd occurrence, especially when one was a living vampire.
Ivy blinked slowly, coming out of early morning fogginess and into awareness, her nostrils flaring as she took in the room. The application paper was noted with nothing more than a cursory, disinterested glance. She had much more interesting things to think about.
"Rachel!" She hissed loudly, her sudden anger out of place with her rumpled appearance. "I know you're around here! Six months and-" Cutting herself off, Ivy took a deep breath and settled her tea down onto the nearby table, still glaring rather grumpily around the room.
( Questions. By the Turn, this had better not be some sort of test. )
I have read thehogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______IT______
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____IT______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____IT______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______IT_______
There were very few things that Ivy Tamwood expected to be confronted with as soon as she staggered out of bed. A tornado of Jenks' kids in the kitchen was usually typical, as was Rachel puttering around and cooking up spells. On the rare occasions it was Rachel planning, or edgy Rachel (especially if Ivy had been slightly less than iron willed the previous night). Or even Jenks drunk on honey. She could deal with any of those things in the morning.
But what Ivy did not expect was to be transported into the middle of a castle. Especially when she was dressed in little but a silk black robe, clutching a mug of tea. She hadn't even had a chance to brush her hair. The morning, interestingly enough, generally revealed an altogether very human Ivy. An odd occurrence, especially when one was a living vampire.
Ivy blinked slowly, coming out of early morning fogginess and into awareness, her nostrils flaring as she took in the room. The application paper was noted with nothing more than a cursory, disinterested glance. She had much more interesting things to think about.
"Rachel!" She hissed loudly, her sudden anger out of place with her rumpled appearance. "I know you're around here! Six months and-" Cutting herself off, Ivy took a deep breath and settled her tea down onto the nearby table, still glaring rather grumpily around the room.
( Questions. By the Turn, this had better not be some sort of test. )
I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ______IT______I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _____IT______.I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _____IT______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ______IT_______
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hidden-house.livejournal.comBlythe House remembered ushering John onto his train, tuning out his usual complaints about how trains were too slow and how some idiot was going to do some such thing that would surely make him late. She remembered turning away from the distinctly normal-looking Amtrak train and having the idea to go to the market to buy herself some vegetables for a small stew she could eat while he was away. She remembers cooking that stew and waiting for her husband to return from his trip. Five days and he still wasn't back. It wasn't entirely unusual, but enough to set her on her guard. She remembers going to bed the previous night, thinking that if he wasn't home by dinner the next evening, she was going to call the police.
What she doesn't remember is someone possibly attacking and drugging her, which was the only explanation she could think of for why she seemed to be somewhere in Europe all of a sudden. The room she stood in and, indeed, the building that housed it was very, very old, she could see. She imagined that if Greg had been here, he might be able to tell her something about the architecture. He was always reading books and things about the places they'd lived in when he'd been younger. He would bend her ear for hours, telling her about the things he'd learned in school and wandering around the various countrysides. Blythe sighed deeply, missing Greg not for the first time. He was never a hugely talkative person, but he'd never gone more than six months without calling before. She certainly hoped that whatever he was doing, he wasn't in any trouble. Sighing and reminding herself that he probably didn't want to worry or bore her with what he saw to be trivial and inane (no matter how many times she tried to tell him that he never bored her; she didn't think he could, her dear), she looked around the room. There was a desk in the middle of it with a single sheet of what looked like parchment and...a quill? Now she was slightly amused, if from nervousness. If she didn't know better, she almost felt as though she'd fallen into one of the books she'd read Greg when he'd been a child. He'd always loved them.
Smiling at the thought, she shifted her purse higher onto her shoulder and went to sit down at the table. She felt a bit silly picking up the quill and dipping it into the inkwell provided alongside it, but she figured there wasn't much else she could do.
I have read the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___BH___
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___BH___
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___BH___
One day,marmalade my son will rule the world. ___BH___
What she doesn't remember is someone possibly attacking and drugging her, which was the only explanation she could think of for why she seemed to be somewhere in Europe all of a sudden. The room she stood in and, indeed, the building that housed it was very, very old, she could see. She imagined that if Greg had been here, he might be able to tell her something about the architecture. He was always reading books and things about the places they'd lived in when he'd been younger. He would bend her ear for hours, telling her about the things he'd learned in school and wandering around the various countrysides. Blythe sighed deeply, missing Greg not for the first time. He was never a hugely talkative person, but he'd never gone more than six months without calling before. She certainly hoped that whatever he was doing, he wasn't in any trouble. Sighing and reminding herself that he probably didn't want to worry or bore her with what he saw to be trivial and inane (no matter how many times she tried to tell him that he never bored her; she didn't think he could, her dear), she looked around the room. There was a desk in the middle of it with a single sheet of what looked like parchment and...a quill? Now she was slightly amused, if from nervousness. If she didn't know better, she almost felt as though she'd fallen into one of the books she'd read Greg when he'd been a child. He'd always loved them.
Smiling at the thought, she shifted her purse higher onto her shoulder and went to sit down at the table. She felt a bit silly picking up the quill and dipping it into the inkwell provided alongside it, but she figured there wasn't much else she could do.
I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___BH___I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___BH___I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___BH___
One day,
not-a-bug.livejournal.com((Approval from Rachel-mun granted! Also, Jenks is taken from just after Dead Witch Walking's end ^^; Enjoy!))
Is it a dragonfly? Is it a rather large bug?
Why, no, it's a pixie, and a rather attractive one that would beat you up for saying so, at that. Jenks seemed to explode into the sorting room, wings fluttering so quickly that they were barely even a blur in the dim light of the Sorting Room. But, after all, he did pride himself on hisninja pixie skillssneakiness, particularly in the field.
However, he was not in the field right now. He was in some sort of... What the Turn was this place? A castle? "Sweet mother of Tink, where's Rachel gone and got herself lost in?" he asked in a slightly reproving voice, flaring across the room and settling onto the table nearby without so much as a sound out of the ordinary. He might have even look distinguished, for a moment, dressed in head-to-toe silk and his hair blond coiffed into that perfect sort of 'devil may care' look, dangling in his eyes. The look might have been down-sized a bit, though, as he glanced around, briefly, and looked down at the papers beneath him, nose wrinkled.
( Man, this place smelled like owl turd. )
"I have read thehogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. JENKS
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JENKS
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. JENKS
One day,marmaladepixies will rule the world, baby. JENKS
Is it a dragonfly? Is it a rather large bug?
Why, no, it's a pixie, and a rather attractive one that would beat you up for saying so, at that. Jenks seemed to explode into the sorting room, wings fluttering so quickly that they were barely even a blur in the dim light of the Sorting Room. But, after all, he did pride himself on his
However, he was not in the field right now. He was in some sort of... What the Turn was this place? A castle? "Sweet mother of Tink, where's Rachel gone and got herself lost in?" he asked in a slightly reproving voice, flaring across the room and settling onto the table nearby without so much as a sound out of the ordinary. He might have even look distinguished, for a moment, dressed in head-to-toe silk and his hair blond coiffed into that perfect sort of 'devil may care' look, dangling in his eyes. The look might have been down-sized a bit, though, as he glanced around, briefly, and looked down at the papers beneath him, nose wrinkled.
( Man, this place smelled like owl turd. )
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. JENKSI have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JENKSI agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. JENKS
One day,
oldyelloweyes.livejournal.com((The YED is taken from some hazy part mid-season 2. No spoilers for SPN actually in the app, though I can imagine they'd crop up in the comments. The YED is, in fact, a demon of traditional mythology - that is, whether or not he can read minds is fuzzy, but he does seem to come up with the right information to manipulate a person. I will, obviously, not allow him any knowledge muns don't want, but please do be aware of this when you put your pups in the app. If it is in narration, then it may get turned back around to the character. The YED also has powers of telekinesis, though he is on the down-low here. And the demon is possessing the body - so if you have any pups who would be sensitive to that, please feel free to have them notice. Any other questions, feel free to OOC comment me or shoot me off an email (this is Lily-mun, in case ya'll wondered). :p
Also, app done with permission from other SPN muns. Enjoy the show.))
~*~*~*~
One moment the Sorting Room was empty; in the next a middle-aged, nondescript man was standing casually in the center. With a slow smirk of satisfaction, he looked around, nodding to himself. Perfect.
Pulling a pair of sunglasses out of thin air, he slid them on over bright yellow eyes. Wouldn't do to give himself away too quickly. That would spoil the fun of dawning recognition and horror in the eyes of the people he'd come to find.
Ah, and here was the application. Reading through it quickly, he laughed once - a friendly sound that wouldn't have been out of place at a neighborhood picnic or tipping back a cold one with the boys down at the bar - before picking up the quill and dashing down his answers with gleeful flourish.
The name portion caused him the most trouble. He had so many to choose from! Finally, with a small smirk, he wrote a sentence across the top of the application.
( You can call me Phil. )
"I have read thehogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___Phil_________
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___Phil________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___Phil________.
One day,marmalade I will rule the world. ______Phil_______"
Also, app done with permission from other SPN muns. Enjoy the show.))
~*~*~*~
One moment the Sorting Room was empty; in the next a middle-aged, nondescript man was standing casually in the center. With a slow smirk of satisfaction, he looked around, nodding to himself. Perfect.
Pulling a pair of sunglasses out of thin air, he slid them on over bright yellow eyes. Wouldn't do to give himself away too quickly. That would spoil the fun of dawning recognition and horror in the eyes of the people he'd come to find.
Ah, and here was the application. Reading through it quickly, he laughed once - a friendly sound that wouldn't have been out of place at a neighborhood picnic or tipping back a cold one with the boys down at the bar - before picking up the quill and dashing down his answers with gleeful flourish.
The name portion caused him the most trouble. He had so many to choose from! Finally, with a small smirk, he wrote a sentence across the top of the application.
( You can call me Phil. )
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. ___Phil_________I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___Phil________.I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___Phil________.
One day,
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