Entries tagged with zim

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[Open RP] Happy Valentine's Day, suckers!

OOC: While the people below have signed up, this is open for anyone to enter the crazy.

So. It's Valentine's Day. Turlough had rounded up a few house elves to do his bidding. Said bidding was to set up tables with name cards, a table with food and drink (which may or may not be hexed, I couldn't decide), and a sign:

We will not be responsible for anyone fed love potions.

Because someone will.

We also will not be responsible for any actions here on in.

Turlough stood in the corner of the Great Hall, drink in hand, smirk on face as he watched people come on (or forced in by cattleprod point, in Soichiro's case.)

( Pairings as followed )

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[Application] Konata Izumi, Lucky Star

[[OOC: Konata thinks this is a LARP. Hence, she might recognize some people (mainly manga/videogame), but just assumes they're REALLY GOOD cosplayers.]]

Not school, not home, not random city. It's a castle. Either she's dreaming or Konata (Kona-chan) is in an actual RPG. Great!

( THIS IS AN APPLICATION. )

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

Current Mood: irritated
Current Location: Popcorn Room Hallways
Current Music: Dethklok - Face-Fisted

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CURSE YOU, SNACKS. CURSE YO~OU. (Unpopcorning of Zim (and now GIR!)/Open RP)

((Totes meant to do this forever and a half ago. Might as well do it now while he's the only muse I got!

Technically speaking, here, Zim has not been popcorned - mun ownership has transferred over, is all. I'm going the whole popcorn amnesia route, however, becau~use it's easier to explain the time gap since the last mun used him, and... Okay, I'm just too lazy to read old roleplays. Consequentially, Zim remembers showing up at Hogwarts and the concept of it - fuzzily so - but he doesn't remember anything else that has happened.

This is also WAY backdated to before Evan Ferguson's application, because... Zim kind of showed up there. Continuity wut. Okay, and if that's enough OOC-mumbo jumbo for you yet, onward!))

( So strong my face is/You punch break fingers/Kick me you're limping/Stab me you're bleeding/I am be dangerous now/You throwing rock at me/Hit eye and it no hurt me/I'm strong/You're not/You're not/I'm making time for fighting/I'm clearing time for hitting/We'll meet and I will beat you/Our schedules permitting/I pick out fighting outfit/Don't want my pants too tight/Need clothes to breath to beat you/You'll be beaten down tonight )

Current Mood: aggravated

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Application for Evan Ferguson; "David Blaine's Street Magic"

"Holy. Fucking. Shit, David Blaine," a voice squawked incredulously from the Hogwarts floor. He pushed himself off the floor and onto his hands and knees. "Ooh, you made a stone floor hit me in the face! Big woop, David Blaine! Big woop! Yeah, you would need effing demon magic to get me on my knees, bitch!" He then jumped up and started to bounce around, like a boxer in a ring.

( Evan Ferguson Was Not Signing a Release )

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. I'm not signing a release!
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Not signing this.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. I want my lawyer!
One day, marmalade will rule the world. If you put this on a blog, I'll effing sue you!"

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: No mumping idea.

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Application for Titus Pullo, Rome

Former legionary Titus Pullo, current captain of the Aventine collegium, stumbled out of his bed and into his clothes. A big man wearing the tunic of a commoner and soldier's caligae, he blearily made his way to the kitchen for breakfast, only to find that he was suddenly in a room that looked nothing like the wood and stone of his apartment on the Aventine. He looked around in surprise and went for the little Gallic knife that he kept hidden in one bracer. "Mascius? Vorena? Aeneas?" His voice was slightly more panicked at the last name, before he calmed and took a good look at his surroundings. "What's this, then? I didn't drink enough last night to not find my way home! ...Dis, what language is this I'm speaking, German?" He sounded appalled for a second, but quickly brushed it off. Looking around, he didn't see anything or anyone immediately threatening, so the knife disappeared back up his bracer. He picked up a parchment lying on a table, found he could read it, and began giving his answers.

( All women have them! Ask anyone! )

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

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Location: Sorting Room

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Duffman Application, The Simpsons, by Matt Groening

Duffman Application

((OOC – permission – and partial dare – given months ago, but I only just now got around to this. Enjoy!))

This guy just popped into the Sorting Room with a literal, audible ‘pop.’ He immediately answered the questions on the parchment, because he's used to being covered by the press, OH yeah!!!

( Duffman is cool, OH yeah! )

Please state, in the subject line, your name and the fandom you've come from, and tag your application with the 'application' tag.

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

Current Mood: drunk

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gir,
zim

Semi-Open RP - Zim and GIR drank too much.

((Backdated to just after Callahan's sorting/app))

Zim decided - whilst marching proudly- that the corridors of Hogwarts was something to be seen in ones life. He thought that maybe once he'd destroyed the filthy human skinmeats he might keep this place. Or build one just like it...but better...with lasers...and no filthy human stinkmonsters.

He turned to tell this to GIR.

"GIIIR? Oh, GIIIIR~! Guess whut GIR...I AM ZIM. I am miiighty ZIM, and when I am more superer mighty ZIM that I am. I will make another...uhm...floory, building thing. BUT BETTER! With more stinking, stupid humans." He stopped stumbling around, "I mean more than nono. Less. Fewer stinking humaaans."

"GAH, HOW I HATE THEM, GIR!"

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gir,
rp,
tenna,
zim

The Horrible Unpopping of GIR! (open RP)

Deep in the bowls of the castle - which is to say, in a rather large and unusual room on the second floor - there came an almighty crash, as a small metallic robot fell from the roof into a little metal pile on the stone floor. How he managed this after spending several months as a large kernel of popcorn in an unbreakable glass case is unknown.

The little robot flipped onto his feet and gazed about the room with huge, featureless eyes. For several moments he looked somewhat contemplative.

This impression was somewhat shattered when he opened his mouth and screeched, "I'm NAKED!!!" and started running around one of the cases of giant popcorn kernels, waving his arms above his head.

"WHEEEEEE! I taste like a monkeh!"

((Come and encounter GIR - if you dare! XD))

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Devil-mails from Dib

( Devil-mail to Professor Maturin )

( Devil-mail to Professor Malfoy )

( Owl to Zim )

( Devil-mail to God )

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dib,
rp,
zim

Zim and Dib meet again- conclusion! (closed: Zim and Dib)

((OOC Note: Continuing from this earlier post. We opted to finish this over IRC.))

( Of stupid plans and wagers... )

Current Location: Gryffindor Common Room

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Dive for cover: Dib and Zim meet again! (semi-closed to Gryffs, Dib, Zim)

((Any Gryffs unlucky enough to be in the Common Room at the time are welcome to poke their heads in, otherwise this is closed RP for Dib and Zim!))

With a smirk on his lips, the appropriate ritual costume (blue t-shirt, jeans, a long black coat and his buckliest, most alien-stompiest boots on) Dib swoops into the Gryffindor Common Room at the pre-arranged time. He puts his hands on his TALL hips and scowls about, narrow-eyedly seeking his ~~friend~~mortal enemy!

"ZIM! I know you're HERE! I can FEEL your deadly waves of IQ-dropping STUPID! Show yourself!"

Current Mood: determined

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dib,
owl,
zim

(no subject)

((ooc: Hi everyone. With some prodding from various people and permission from the mods, I'm going to be playing Zim from now on. If you had an important interaction with him that you want me to keep in mind, let me know! Otherwise, he's going to mostly be a blank slate.))

Ah, it'd been a good trip to outer space. Zim returned to school grounds greatly refreshed and with a new sense of purpose and determination. It was easy to get distracted, particularly with one of his primary distractors currently on the school grounds.
On that topic, Zim decided it was time again to confront the Dib-thing. After some (okay, a lot of) effort, Zim charms a clock to fly, sticks a piece of parchment to it, and sends it on its way.

( Clock (?) to Dib )

Current Mood: Doomy doom doom doom
Current Music: Ghost Love Score-Nightwish

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dib,
rp,
zim

The Next morning: Breakfast

The doors to the Great Hall swung open and Zim stood there, green face turned purple with rage, dark eyes metaphorically aflame. If looks could kill, Dib would have been roasted, eviserated, vivisected, molecurly rearranged, and finally, forced to watch Hee-Haw reruns.

"Hours, Dib. Hours I spent wandering this place, thanks to you. Were it not for the creatures known as House-Elf, I woiuld still be wandering. You are fortunate, Dib that I wished to be in top form today and thus went to bed instead of expressing my displeasure when I arrived at this . . . dorm room that we are to share."

In actuality, Zim had been so tired, he'd collapsed in bed for his sleep cycle. Upon waking, he'd begun looking through his books and finally found the perfect spell for dealing with the Dib human. Unfortunutly, he'd missed the warning scrawled in the margin; "Whatever you do, NEVER use this. Worst mistake I ever made. I'd sooner kiss a Muggle. -T. Riddle."

Zim removed his wand and pointed at the ceiling. "Doom, DIB! DOOM! This spell will summon a minion that will put an end to your meddling! Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice! BEETLEJUICE!"

Current Mood: DOOM!
Current Music: Highway To Hell-AC/DC

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dib,
rp,
zim

The Arrival of DOOM, or: There goes the neighborhood

((OOC: Long story short. RL got in the way, couldn't really think of something, finally got some free time and an idea. Let's rock))

At the gate of Hogwarts, time and space warped, jiggled, wrinkled up its nose at something distasteful, and then spat out Zim, a green, three foot tall alien in Hogwarts robes and wearing a wig and fake eyes to disguise himself as a human. He vaugely remembered applying to this place during the time his pak was on the fritz and leaving Gir behind to prepare the way. As he sorted through his memories, he came upon a plan, a wonderous, glorious plan.

He would learn what the humans called magic. This strange and powerful force that could do so much, and then he would use it to crush the Dib and deliver this planet to the Almighty Tallest. Of course, he would have to find where it was the Dib human seemed to have disappeared to first, but no matter.

"Six mooses, Dib," he said. "Six of them!!" He laughed out loud, ignoring the stares of any watchers. "Doom, Dib!" he crowed, "fresh, minty, DOOM! AH HA HA HA HA HA!"

Straightening his robes, he checked his time thingy, what the humans called a pocket watch and nodded to himself. The teleporter (no trains filled with the filthy, noisy, human spawn for him, oh no) had delivered him correctly to the proper coordinates and he grasped his trunk and began the hike up to the castle.

Two things had escaped Zim's notice, so intent was he on his mission. One was that he was there at the proper time, but it was morning and not night, and two, which to be fair, he didn't have a calender so he couldn't have known right off the bat, but he'd materialized in the middle of term.

"GIR!" He bellowed as he reached the main doors. "GIR! WHERE ARE YOU!"

Current Music: Living in America-James Brown

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Ye Olde application of Zim

((OOC note: Zim's pak, which controls his higher brain fuctions, is on the fritz, so he's been going through personality shifts. Right now, he's in Shakesphere mode))

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Truly, I doth favor well-aged Cheddar. Tis must be extra sharp, for the bite doth soothe hunger and needs it blend well with what the humans call chocolate.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?

Barney doth be suitable for controlling the human larvae, but this Carrottop human doth serve no useful purpose. Tis needful that he be the first to go.

3. What time is it where you are?

Mere minutes to the end of the Twelveth hour of yon day.

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

Tis would be that I harass Severus Snape, most Irkenlike is he, and doth posess a most pleasing complexion to mine eye. I would inform him of my desires, press him, indeed, give no rest, until he doth yeild up what I desire.

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe.

Verily will I construct such wonderous machines whose purpose is manifold. For such is mine brillance, nay, such is my genius, that I can but spin food out of little more than thin air, and present it most pleasingly to the eye.