Jonathan Teatime

((Backdated to sometime during the holidays. I'd have put this up sooner except, well, I've been busy.))
Given how well it had worked last year, Amaranth decided that spreading holiday saliva was a tradition that should continue for as long as possible.

Thus it was that, with the assistance of house elves, she made sure mistletoe was hanging above every frequently (and not so frequently) used door in the school. The mistletoe would be charmed to remain levitated over the school for a few days, which was certainly long enough, in Amaranth's view, for gratuitous snogging to commence.

Satisfied with her work, the nymph bounced gaily down the halls, eager to assist anyone should they find themselves in need of a makeout partner.

*Unless anyone in the hospital wing feels like bursting in.

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In one remote corner of the hospital he had set up a bunch of mirrors reflecting each other, a small supply of potions and other worryingly fragile glass devices. This boded badly.

(backdated to New Year's Eve)

A wanted it to be a special night. New Year's Eve was one of those holidays that was meant to be romantic, wasn't it? It was his intention that it be a romantic night for River. Wishbone was looking after the cats and he'd made a special meal for the two of them. There was even champagne (selected with L's assistance). He wanted to make sure that River had a wonderful start to the new year. Candles were lit, the table was laid, and he was anxiously awaiting her arrival.

Hagrid burst unceremoniously into the hut he still shared with Turlough, brandishing a folded up scroll. The officious-looking owl who'd delivered it was from the Sorting Hat.

He brandished the note at Turlough. "What's this, then?" he demanded. "Yeh didn'... end our marriage, did yeh?" He'd been too terrified to actually open the scroll, and was simply preparing himself for the worst.

He had heard through the grapevine that another position had opened: the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had popped.

Her loss was his gain.

( Board of Governors, )

Dear Sorting Hat and Board of Governors,

For reasons that are none of your goddamn business, I have decided to resign from the groundskeeper position.

I most humbly suggest Rubeus Hagrid, my predecessor, take my place as groundskeeper, as he is highly qualified and is recommended not only by myself, but by Albus Dumbledore.

Vislor Turlough

[[OOC: Turlough's kinda lying, he never asked Dumbledore about his recommendation]]

Coraline's Secret Santa present had been a lot more surprising than she expected. The baby Acromantula was currently living in a box in her room, being fed by very nervous house elves. Coraline had named her Berry, in the vague hope that giving her a name would make her seem more like a pet and less like a really big spider. It wasn't helping much.

The library had not provided useful advice. The only book Coraline had found with any reference to keeping Acromantulas as pets said 'don't even think about it', and while she privately agreed, it was far too late for that now. So she decided to ask on the compy network instead. Surely someone would know something helpful.

It wasn't a long post. Coraline's written vocabulary was still smaller than her spoken one, and she gave up on spelling 'Acromantula' after the fifth attempt.

Does anyone know how to look after giant spiders?

Signed, Coraline Jones

"Kolot? If you can hear me, I need you to check the left stabilizer again, it didn't feel right last run." The woman who appeared in the Sorting Room stretched and rubbed tiredly at her eyes, waiting for the angry chatter of her Ewok copilot demanding that she check it herself. It didn't come. "Kolot?" She blinked the bleariness from her eyes--she'd instructed Tonin, her astromech, to wake her after only two hours of sleep and she really could have used six more--and frowned. Whatever this place was, it wasn't her shuttle. There was no sign of Kolot or Tonin.

Oh hell. I've finally gone off the deep end.

She stroked the red braid that fell over one shoulder, though not hard. Her long red hair was a wig. Underneath, her hair was still mostly white-blond and short, though it had grown some in the past few weeks and her natural brown coloring could be seen close to her scalp. She chewed at her lower lip as she glanced around the room. Unfamiliar, primitive looking architecture. Despite her brain being filled almost to the breaking point with everything that Imperial Intelligence had deemed potentially useful, she couldn't match it to any of hundreds of worlds, cultures, and alien species. The stone floor under her boots felt real. The slight chill in the air felt real. The smells--dust, the slight tang of smoke--seemed to really be there. And the texture of the parchment under her fingers as she picked up the sheet on a nearby table certainly felt real enough.

Parchment? Seriously? After a lifetime of datapads and flimsi, it was almost comical. For lack of anything better to do, she skimmed the paper, brows creasing the further she read. Odd questions, and how did they expect her to answer them? There was no keyboard, no stylus. "Does anyone know how to work this thing?"

A feather floated up from the desk. She smiled weakly at it.

( All the furniture that made up the way I'd thought and felt about things all my life started coming loose in my head. Nowadays it slides around and breaks into pieces and I have no idea what parts of it are real and what aren't. It hurts, and a lot of the time I don't know who I am anymore. )

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

((Permission has been granted by the two SW muns, one of whom is me!))

(Backdated to the 30th of December.)

He'd been thinking about it for a while.

Sneaking into the mangosteen grove, that is. And getting a pet fruit bat too. But no, Kurama had said it would be good to ask for A's permission first. Kuronue didn't quite want to be a goody goody and do as Kurama said, so instead of owling him like a respectable person would do, he waited until A was already at the grove and ambushed him.

With chocolates, a reproachful expression and a generally calm nature.

So that was why he was walking towards A, who he knew was within the grove, a box of sweet bribery in hand.

It was the New Year.

For most people, it was a time to celebrate a new beginning.
( Spoilers for Persona 3 )

The Tick, now set on his quest for justice by the Hat, perched on one of the towers of Hogwarts. He had already been the source of endless headaches for the house elves, as his leaping from tower to rooftop and back again always left shattered stone and mortar in his wake.
Hey, justice wasn’t always pretty. And sometimes it required cleanup.

“Destiny's powerful hand has made the bed of my future, and it's up to me to lie in it. To right wrongs, and to pound evildoers with the pillows of justice. And you don't fight destiny. No sir,” Tick said to an annoyed house elf who simply glared at him and repaired the damage done to the latest set of shingles.

“All right, Elric MelonBall and Lord Iceberg and all evildoers of Hogwarts, you now face The Tick.”

Never mind Elric and poor Maddie were nowhere to be seen, The Tick was on his guard and ready to stop any and all evildoers.

"This is too much."

A short girl appeared in the sorting room, obviously having seen better days. There was dried blood on her clothes but there were no marks on her body. She seemed a little unstable but approachable. She blinked once, twice three times you're out then decided that where ever Hiro had sent her, it had to be important. Otherwise, there'd be hell to pay.

She spotted a podium with paper and a quill.

"Might as well -" she cupped a hand over her mouth. She was British! Or, at least she sounded British! Well, that was new. Maybe this was an alternate reality... God, Hiro's ability was so hard to understand sometimes.

( Save the cheerleader, save the - WHY AM I BRITISH? )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus  faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. secondchances09
I have read the hogwarts_hocus  rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. secondchances09
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. secondchances09
One day, marmalade will rule the world. WHAT IS THIS - I DON'T EVEN  secondchances09

((Continued from here and moved because that bat is incapable of keeping his hands off the samurai ;) _{yes, we're blaming this all on the bat} So, NSFW))

Yukimura raised an eyebrow and proceeded Kuronue into his room. "Eager, on edge? I hadn't noticed a difference," he said, laughing as he turned in the room after removing his shoes. "Please, come in," he said, his voice coloring with amusement for the dual meaning of the word.

((Mun note: I know, I know it's way too late. I've been running around like a crazy person seeing friends.))
To Oly
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To Amaranth, from Miranda
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She narrowly avoided running into a young man with a rat's tail who was laying out his own presents, each labled with "To Whom it May Concern: Free to anyone with too few presents"

Package #1: Wrapped in black with a shiny black bow ( Read more... )

Package #2: Wrapped in Christmas-tree wrapping paper, with a badly-tied ribbon
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Package #3: Large box, wrapped in silver paper.
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A demon with vivid red hair walks carelessly into the sorting room.

He walks lightly which contrasts the size of his body which honed a lean physique. His face lit like that of an innocent child, yet eyes hinted just a bit more spark than that. His long thin ears gave a twitch in anticipation.

( Allow me to elucidate. )

Jin frowned, this wasn't his area at all. He didn't own much to begin with, so thinking of what he could part with wasn't so easy... then it hit him. "Oh... well..." he started as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I got this cloak I wore when I was a shinobi. I never wore it much so it SHOULD be good as new!" he said optimistically but in three seconds from when he finished saying that he started to look like he swallowed a toad. "And I swear on my wand, its NOT a Death Eater cloak!" he proclaimed, before letting out a pant of air. It being black with a pointy hood... you never know what people may think.

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

(( I was contacted by the muns about playing Jin and got the Okay.))

The house elves were arranging presents under the tree, well, what can fit anyway. Some of the bigger and more mobile things were placed nearby. Each gift has a pretty tag saying who it's for.

And where was the dog that arranged all this?

Er...he's sleeping on the table. Lots of yummy treats will do that to you.

[[OOC: Secret Santa gifts are here.

I know, four of you are missing gifts (well, two technically, since two of the characters are mine). Rest assured, you will be taken care of.

People who still haven't posted their gifts, you have until tomorrow to post them. Otherwise, one of the pinch hitters will do so instead.]]

((Continued from here.))

Skwisgaar's broken hands were already showing definite signs of improvement by the time he and Toki and their Shoggies left the Hospital Wing, though they still ached enough that he decided against carrying any of the Shoggies like he normally did. Hopefully within the next day his hands would be healed completely and he could pick up his guitar again...

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To Amaranth, Steff, and Mio, he sends gold heart anklets with a small card to wish them a happy holiday, signed simply with his name. Needless to say, nowhere does he indicate that he's given other people the exact same gift.

To Cathy Dollanganger Marquet Sheffield, he sends a small crystal box which proves to contain a few ounces of candied rose petals. Never mind that the only use for candied rose petals (that he can think of) would be for decorating a cake.

To Oly Binewski, he sends a labeled packet of mineral supplements for her pet eyeball.

To Snape and to Igor, he sends bottles of absinthe.

To Turlough and Primavera, he sends bags of coal.

To Yukimura he sends a bottle of sake, which he very much hopes will not be construed as an invitation.

To Michael Scott he sends a large fruit basket as well as a jar of Boudreax's Butt Paste and a special cushion. These gifts are meant kindly.

To Hagrid, he sends a book called Getting to Know Your Chinchilla.

To the Shoggies, he sends a 12-bird roast.

And to Mystina, he sends a roomful of poinsettias, white and red. Under all the poinsettias is another present: The Elements of Scoring. That's right.

((ooc: backdated to Christmas Day, except for Maddie's...))

( From Teru, for Rika, Yukimura, A, and Maddie )



( From Coraline, for Rika and Zel )

( Gift for Mikami )


( Gift for Coraline )


Rika also sent Matsuda a plain card wishing him a Merry Christmas.