It had been early in the morning-2 or 3ish-when a man snuck into the Great Hall holding a broom and wearing an invisibility cloak he 'borrowed' from someplace. Using them both, he flew up to the rafters of the Great Hall. There he pulled something out of his pocket and secured it to the rafter, making it invisible in the process. He did this two more times, at different points of the Great Hall.

Having done that, Basher went back to bed.

Fast forward to lunchtime. Basher went there to get some lunch, and see if there were enough people in the room. Luckily, there were.

Opting to go straight into the kitchen, he ducked into a closet in there which had a wall adjacent to the Great Hall. Pulling out and putting on a gas mask, he pushed the trigger on the bombs.

There was no explosion, hell, there wasn't even a visible difference, unless you saw through magic goggles or something. But if you could, you'd be able to see aphrodisiac seep out from the bombs and over the Great Hall.

All right, hat. You wanted a sex bomb, you got one, Basher thought from his closet.

((Backdated to after wedding shower shenannigans.))

Hermione had been unable to keep herself from talking, but her mind was perfectly clear, and she knew that she didn't want to say anything else to Lezard in front of Hagrid. She'd managed to make it known that she wanted to talk to him alone, although she hadn't managed to do that without Hagrid looking hurt and forlorn.

Once she and Lezard had left the tent where the wedding shower was being held, Hermione blew out a breath. "I'm really glad to be out of there," she said. "I'm sure Hagrid wouldn't have held anything against us, but I'd just as soon he not know some of the things that are liable to come out of my mouth. Like that I'm not a virgin."

Hermione clamped a hand over her mouth as if that would unsay the words she had just uttered and sighed deeply. "Merlin, this is going to be a long night, if this incantation doesn't wear off soon."

So, she was back at Hogwarts. She'd actually returned to MU after the Christmas--or Khyrsentide, or whatever the fuck you wanted to call them--holidays, and had thrown herself back into her studies--or at least to fucking her regular partners and occasionally reanimating things that probably shouldn't have been animate in the first place. But MU wasn't the same without Amaranth. Not that Steff was likely to admit that to Amy, since the gods only knew Amy didn't need to think more of herself than she already did. So Steff had come back, returning as quietly as she'd left and resuming her old place in Hufflepuff.

Today, though, she was determined to stop being quiet. After trolling the compy post, Steff figured that she might as well go be social. Or at least she might as well be moderately civil to the 1 percent of the world she didn't actively dislike.

Still, she was in a relatively cheerful mood, and so she allowed herself to whistle one of the popular songs that was getting overplayed everywhere on the MU campus. She was, as usual, dressed in a short skirt and fuck-me boots. She strode purposefully through the halls, looking for either a party or someone relatively amusing to talk to.

((Hi, guys! This is actually Amaranth-mun. I have taken Steff over! Not that she was all that active, but hopefully this means she'll be around a little bit more often!))

[[Backdated to Sunday, as the mun is retarded and can't even remember her character's birthday.]]

54 years old.

Well, if you counted strictly from birthdate. For Soichiro, it was more like his fifty-sixth birthday today.

But hey, perhaps he will always be 54 now. Now that he knew that no matter what happened, he would always die in November this year.

Eh, Soichiro's refusing to worry about it. And he doubt anyone besides Matsuda knows it's his birthday anyway....oh hell, the house elves got him a small cake.

Menacing elves. He just wanted coffee, damnit!

Freshly showered and feeling much better in non-buttery clothing, Methos swung on his trenchcoat and decided to begin re-exploring Hogwarts. Thanks to directions from a few helpful house elves, he managed to locate his old room and was relieved to find his journals safely stacked away on a shelf among the other books and empty beer bottles. Dragging a finger across the dusty desk, he frowned. "Guess I've been gone for awhile then."

Methos closed the door behind him, hoping he'll at least remember his way back. His challenge in the Forbidden Forest with Akabane had left him in strangely good spirits. He still couldn't remember much about the school itself aside from a random flash or two, so perhaps a long stroll around the grounds would serve to jog his memory.

So... Just wanted to say that I am sort of still around, and would like to keep the Photojournalist and Mr. Roma active, if possible. Just, ah, active in a very sporadic sense. If this is a problem, certainly understand, and if someone with more focus or whatever the damn should happen to wander over and voice interest in playing one or the other, also understand that this may be preferable. But, er, yes, as is, if it would be a'ight to have the two on a random-posting basis, would be most grateful.

Sorry not to've said something sooner; been an odd month or so. But they love youuuuuu. Well, okay, Roma probably doesn't... but I think you get the idea.

He could delay no longer. As the Hat grew impatient, its threats grew more outlandish. Gríma sat down before the "rune-box" to compose a Proclaimation. He typed slowly, hunting for every letter as he did, a translation charm filled in capital letters, punctuation, and removed archaic language.

>>Hear my words, all Men of Castle Hogwarts:

The Hat himself has bid me serve as councilor. By means of the "computer" anyone who seeks advice may put their question into the box, or have their scribe do it for them. Once they have provided the necessary information, they may speed their question to me by pressing ENTER. The questions, I will keep close to my heart and ponder. I will attempt to answer, drawing on my experience. Though I may not reveal my true name here, (so sayeth the Hat), be assured that for many years I have served faithfully as a most trusted advisor. I welcome all questions.

May you remain well,
Swordkeeper

It was short and not written in blank verse at all, but he got a certain satisfaction as he pushed ENTER. What better way to learn the troubles of Hogwarts? And all without leaving a little room.

Hey all,

I've come to realize that my general lack of RP can no longer be excused by college mayhem, imploding computers, etc. Therefore I thought I'd better formalize the de facto state of things. I hope to be coming back sometime for another helping of awesome crack, but right now I'm just not feeling it.

So: popping Jezz, Naomi, Selvetarm, and Gustav. All journals adoptable.

Thank you to all the excellent people here. It's been great.

Toby

Slow life of wood. Sap seeping through woodgrain and through cracks in paint. News from tree to tree in wind speaking of brothers slain. Gazebo, I, will stretch and move. Gazebo probes earth to taste what path leads to the brothers' resting ground. Another flavor there too, like truffles. Gazebo knows that is a love flavor.

Magic helps gazebo, me, to move. Proudly bedecked in flowers. Handsome and angry. That is me. Hear the voice magic gave me to speak without wind. I demand audience.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

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

It's an odd situation when Matt's not playing videogames or hacking, but there he was, petting a sleeping Koopa.

When he almost let his pride lose his relationship with L, he vowed never to let that happen again. Cause L meant more to him than anything. And he's greedy.

So Matt's waiting in his room for L, petting Koopa a bit nervously.

[[OOC: NSFW]]

((OOC: Warning for general NSFW language and situations throughout the comments, although any actual sex will probably get the fade to black treatment so as not to break the players' minds...))

There was the unmistakable sound of another butter-greasy body hitting the floor, followed by the clatter of his mysteriously indestructible electric guitar that accompanied him everywhere, and a name disappearing from the popcorn plaque that could mean only one thing. Everybody's favourite six and a half foot tall (give or take an inch), stereotypically blond and blue-eyed Swede guitarist with a dubious grasp of English and weakness for GMILFs was back. Okay, so the only people who even pretended to tolerate him were presumably still in Mordhaus, but he's convinced everybody thinks he's awesome anyway. Because he's Skwisgaar Skwigelf, fastest guitarist in the world. His native world, at any rate.

"I hope I's not brokes anythings," he groaned without bothering to get up off the floor to check. He hadn't landed on his hands or wrists, and that was all that really mattered. He was on his back, and tilted his head side to side, looking at his surroundings and managing to recognise them. It was that stupid magic and very unmetal castle again. He pulled his guitar into his lap as he sat up. "Oh, dis is dildos," he muttered to himself. "I almost dies and get sents back heres?" He tuned his guitar and continued griping and swearing colourfully in Swedish since there was no one else around to hear, or so he thought.

((Londo has spoken to Delenn's mun and gotten the OK))

He stepped through the doorway and tugged at his coat, straightening the heavily embroidered sleeves. Ambassador Londo Mollari of the Great Centauri Republic surveyed his new surroundings. The walls and floor were wrought stone, but it did not have the same light and airy feel one would find in Centauri architecture. Was he back on Narn?

“Great Maker, I hope not,” he muttered to himself. “I could use a drink. Vir!” he bellowed.

Londo took a step forward and was startled to see a quill appear in front of him, just hovering over a piece of parchment.

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

( Read on! )

 

After skulking about and avoiding others as much as possible, Gríma had finally been ordered by the great and powerful Hat to report to the computer lab for his duties as Councilor. Heart full of dread, he crept into the brightly lit room, full of strange, boxlike palantiri. They disturbed him greatly.

First: MEME TIME! Many of our characters here have pets from the mundane to the WTF is that? Well, now's our chance to let our pets vent and talk to each other. Let them talk about their owners and other pets.

(I promise I'll limit my Wishbone uses, as he does this on a regular basis. And he's a pet by technicality anyway.)

Second: SIGNUPS! Ryuk has decided to fic again, this time about an army of men in skirts! I need men to be put in skirts! So if you'd like, make a note here giving OOC permission for your males to be skirtified.

((OOC: This lesson is a continuation of the prior, though it is not required that your pup have participated in the prior. Everything needed will be explained and there is an optional activity that can be done if your pup went to the prior class and if you want to/remember what you did there))

Kusuriyuri knelt before the classroom, waiting for all to be gathered. On each desk was a stack of 22 cards, face down. When turned over, they would reveal the Major Arcana in an art style that suited their user. Kusuriyuri rose when the class was well assembled.

Shikigami, what Westerners refer to as tarot cards, are arranged into two major division. The first consists of twenty-two cards, each of a different type, that is called the Major Arcana, or the large secrets. The second consists of fifty-six cards divided into four groups called the Minor Arcana, or small secrets. What ‘small’ and ‘large’ refer to are trends. The large secrets are the over arcing trends while the small secrets refine the knowledge of these large secrets.

Today, we will discuss the Major Arcana and practice with those to become familiar with them.
( The lesson continues )

Lezard Valeth was driving Turlough mad.

While that wasn't really any different from any other day, this madness had taken on a more...affectionate tone. Despite himself, Turlough's found himself attracted to the would-be god.

And unlike the last person he was attracted to, he actually probably had a chance to sleep with him now.

Turlough was pragmatic enough to know that Lezard wouldn't even give Turlough the time of day, much less a chance to get closer.

But Amaranth was a whole different story.

Making a mental note to thank her next time they meet, Turlough skulked his way to an empty classroom, where he stripped naked and hid his clothes in the teacher's desk.

The only other thing he brought with him was a water bottle filled with polyjuice potion, which he now took a swig of.

Now Amaranth-ified, Turlough transfigured a piece of chalk into the glasses she wears and left the room, out to find a certain wizard.

Sorry I've hardly been around the last couple days- the last stages of moving always present so many extra little forgotten things, and I've been running around like a madman. With any luck, I should be able to at least drop into chat and finish a few tags I owe before hitting the road- but in any case, I should be back on the 7th- possibly the night of the 6th and no later than the 8th.  I've got everything pre-arranged, so that the internet should be installed a few hours after I get to my apartment, which awaits me- apologies for any inconvenience this causes, and, I'll make sure that Vlad holds at least an open classroom hours if not a full class shortly after I'm back online.

Characters this hiatus will effect- Vladimir Harkonnen, Elric of Melnibone, Elrond.

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.

( Fine. 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"))

Matt certainly hadn't been distracted by the plethora of new games. Nope.

Anyway. He's gotten the new wards made. Most of them he just owled (warded, of course) to the others, but Kusu had hinted that Chairman Kaga would want some, and Matt thought it better to deliver these personally.

Which is why Matt found himself in Gryffindor. He looked disdainfully at the exercise equipment (wasn't DDR enough? It was for him) before looking down the hall.

"IS THERE A CHAIRMAN KAGA HERE?"

Subtle, Matt.

A door opened down the hall and a familiar head poked out.

"Hello?"

"There you are," Matt said, walking closer to Kaga. "You don't know who I am..."

"You were on A's side in the royal box."

"Yes, well, not the point. The point is, I was one of Kusu-Kusuriyuri's students. We work on wards together. He didn't say why, but he suggested you'd like some wards."

Kaga quickly nodded. "Yes, very much."

"Well, these ones I just worked on, use them on your door and it disappears, making it look like the wall around it. I wouldn't recommend using them when you leave your room, just when you don't wish to be disturbed." Matt held them out.

Kaga looked at them, then took the wards. "I see. I thank you and Kusuriyuri."

Matt waved off his thanks. "Any time," he said, turning and heading back to his room, where he's certainly not up to any shenanigans with whipped cream. Nope.