reckless_eagle: (If you say so...)
[personal profile] reckless_eagle
[MAN, is Feliks glad to get out of his room for a little while! After that little blowout with Zuko...]

[Actually, he's kind of glad to get out the the rest of the castle, too. No one's said anything about any of the embarrassing stuff that got out during Charms, but he's pretty sure that doesn't mean anyone's forgotten about it.]

[He brought his broom with him to Hogsmeade, but honestly, he doesn't feel too much like flying just yet. Maybe after a chocolate frog or two, but right now, he's just going to lie on a grassy little hill by a small stream bank and unwind.]

[Noticing the little light that means he's being recorded, he gives a frustrated little sigh, flicks his wand to turn off the device, and eats, like, three more chocolate frogs. Sometimes you need to, ok? Don't judge.]
brainkegger: ((Tara) Disaster area)
[personal profile] brainkegger
[Professor Gregson is, for the start of her classes today, anyway, mostly herself. She's a little frazzled, clearly, but that's just because T was out partying in the forest last night and, well, hopefully her students understand that that just isn't her, so...

So they'll understand if T decides to party in the middle of class, too.]

Lesson plans under here )
whatturmoil: ([WHUH?])
[personal profile] whatturmoil
[So, Zuko is part of Gryffindor. Despite being quite high up there on the years tally, he still sucks at a whole lot of things. Potionmaking? Sucks. Care of magical creatures? Accidentally set one on fire.  Basically, he's bad at everything that does not include explosions. Therefore, he will be practicing his fire making talents in the Gryffindor house. Guess what he does? Well, by the smell of smoke, it could be guessed that he lit his bed on fire somehow.]

[Yeah, that's what he did, and he'll be occupied for the next five minutes with stomping the fire on his bedsheets out and growling in frustration.]

airshipswank: (dressed for a funeral | walking shadow)
[personal profile] airshipswank
[ Good morning, darling seventh year students! Remember when Charms was a harmless subject with a lovable old professor and a slim to none chance of suffering emotional or physical trauma? No? Excellent.

Today each of you will find a candle sitting on the desk in front of them. Don't worry, unlike last time it will not grow teeth and attack you on sight. So sit down, get comfortable and listen to the task at hand!

Now, given the dreadful quality of your memory charms last week I trust that at least none of you will have any trouble recalling... the freezing charms you were taught in your third year. Today-

[ He snaps his fingers, lighting all the candles in the room at once. ]

-you will freeze the small flame in front of you.

[ He allows for a dramatic pause and for his students to wonder what place child's play like that has in a seventh year class. ]

Of course there... is a catch. Not only do I expect your actual incantation to be silent, no, I... should also like you to move your wand and lips as if you were conjuring fire. Allow me to demonstrate.

[ Professor Buckingham draws his wand (Dogwood, dragon heartstring, 15¾”, rather flexible, of course) and aims a flowing motion and a booming Incendio! at the candle on his desk, but instead of flames his wand produces a jet of ice that freezes flame, candle and holder solid.

Cue moment to let the display sink in.

To maintain the appearance of one charm while executing another is the very peak of focus, control and unity between you and... your wand, not to mention quite the edge in a duel.

[ It's also a rather underhanded technique and greatly frowned upon by Professor La Fère... which is all the more reason to teach it passionately and thoroughly!

Buckingham grins broadly and moves to the side of the classroom in strides.

That said, good luck and... do mind the eyebrows, eh?

[ For any ghosts, members of the faculty or students not presently suffering from his class Professor Buckingham will be in his office, grooming his owl. He will also be wandering the hallways often enough, especially to return a little something to a certain Ravenclaw's office. ]

For the curious, everybody else's lesson plan under the cut! )
[personal profile] insidethechimney
[It's Divination time and the classroom - if an attic room, heavy with an eclectic mix of incense smoke (cinnamon bun, buttercream and vanilla) and filled with beanbags could really be called that - is a little noisier than usual. There's a clucking sound not often associated with schoolwork. It's coming from the chickens congregated around Professor Pie.]

Isn't it the meaniest mean thing that people cut up these sweeties for their entrails, just to see if their Quidditch team is going to catch one measly little shiny ball? I mean, it is really shiny. I can see why they want it. But the chickens want stuff too. Like to not be dead.

[She claps her hands together. Yes, she has a point and she's getting to it.]

So! Let's bring Divination into a new century of fantasticness by doing a little research experiment! Everyone's going to take a chicken and a diary. You've got to monitor your chicken - watch how it moves, how loud it is - and record what happens to you at all times. Every little thing could be a pirouette forward in the science of Divination! Next week, we'll gather all the records together and look for any correlation! Remember to keep your chicken with you at all times. I'll know if you don't and you'll lose...say, twenty-seven house points per minute not spent with the chicken.

[OOC: threads for the different year groups will be below! Feel free to ask Professor Pie questions or bond with your new feathery life partner.]
klutzer: (001 ⇒ among the streets & hostile lands)
[personal profile] klutzer
[ Hey Wonderland, you have a new arrival today! The video feed turns on to show...nothing, precisely, just the blackness of someone's pocket, since the new owner haven't realised the journal's presence yet. From the sound of the footsteps, it's obvious that he's sizing up the place, and from the sound of his voice, he's thinking out loud. ]

I haven't seen this place around before. Is it part of Chaos's clubhouse? I thought I've gotten out ages ago! [ The footsteps stopped. ] Whatever it is, I'd better stay sharp.

[ "Taking a wrong turn" is not an option for him. In fact, he kind of...entered the mansion on purpose. It's not his fault he kept finding interesting things when his friends wasn't looking, okay! Anyway, this is the moment where he realised that there's something in his pocket, other than his crystal, and a moment later, the network finally gets a first glance of him. Brown hair, grey eyes, probably looked like he's in his late teens instead of 20 and dressed oddly in modern-day standards. He's probably holding the device upside-down or something. ]

Hey, I found something! What is this thing? I haven’t seen anything like this before. It doesn’t seem like it’s edible. Is it some kind of weapon? No, I don’t think so. Some kind of equipment? Nah, don’t think so either. Can it do- [ His boisterous train of thought was cut short by the fact that he realised the device is on. There’s a loud “woah” at this, and he stumbled back, almost dropping the journal. When he snapped out of his shock, you're getting one (1) Bartz Klauser staring at you in the face, network. A little too close, in fact. ]

Wow, this is cool! I’ve gotta show this to Zidane, he’s gonna be real jealous! [ That being said, he glanced around, obviously curious about everything. ] It's no time for playing around, and I've gotta get outta here, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I took a little detour.

[ After all, that's what he do best. Dudes and dudettes, feel free to run into him in the Entrance Hall, if you prefer some action. ]


Jun. 6th, 2012 04:15 pm
cautious_knight: (After the battle it's late.)
[personal profile] cautious_knight
[Lithuania has three stages of being drunk: Responsible, relaxed and brooding. The second one does not alst very long, and the last forever. You can meet him during the last two.]


[Lithuania is sitting in the kitchen, a glass with beer and one with vodka in front of him, and peers at them as if deciding which to drink first is the next question after the one about the life, the universe and everything else. He seems to be in a good mood.]


[He's still sitting in the kitchen, but now he is just drinking, staring at the table with an aura of gloom. Every once in a while he will mutter something in a voice too low for someone else to understand, but he's clearly in a mood of "everything is horrible and I will tell you about it if you get too close".]
reckless_eagle: (Picking at a worried seam)
[personal profile] reckless_eagle
So like.

Does anyone else kinda feel like they wanna die?

'Cause oh, my God. I totally wasn't even drunk last night!

...Unless I forgot last night. What day is it?
akapeanut: (Throwing up in my mouth...)
[personal profile] akapeanut
What the fuck is going on this time?

[George looks terrible. Her skin is pale and her eyes are glassy. She rubs a temple, but it doesn't seem to help.]

I feel awful. Is this event a flu or-- ugh, fuck, my voice is so annoying right now.

[It slowly dawns on her.]

I'm hungover, aren't I? But I don't get hungover...

[She huffs.]

Anybody have a good cure or are we gonna get magic candy, you think?
doesntmiss: (‡ how do I do normal?)
[personal profile] doesntmiss

[After a moment, a man's face comes into view as he adjusts the angle of the feed. He's wearing sunglasses - evidently needed outside this fine day - but still looks as confused and concerned as any new arrival.]

I've been given this thing, so I guess there are people to talk to. Anyone mind giving me the rundown? Surprise abduction aside.

[Alternatively, you may spot Clint outside, exploring the surroundings. He won't bother with the maze, and he won't go far into the forest, but he's taking a good look around.]


May. 21st, 2012 10:34 pm
engrishdetective: (WHO DA FUCK KNOWS)
[personal profile] engrishdetective
[Who wants to see a 16 foot robot on a giant motorcycle looking a bit perturbed? You sure as heck do. Gunmax has his arms folded, his fingers tapping impatiently on his arm.]

Oh no! Just when I was getting into a good cruise speed, too.

But no. Let's be serious here. Where the heck is this? You're interrupting police business. [He waggles a finger.] And that's verrrrry illegal.

Don't make me bring you in, baby.
aquarium_tipper: (just go with it)
[personal profile] aquarium_tipper
[The MAGE OF DOOM stands on the BATTLEFIELD and looks up towards the Skaian SUN. The narrative continues its use of RANDOM capitalizations as Sollux takes his communicator out of his SYLLADEX.]

okay 2o ii wa2 expectiing the black kiing two 2how up liike ye2terday.
gue22 not.
kiinda weiird.
but maybe thii2 ii2 how the game ii2 2la2h wa2 2uppo2ed to be played??
fuck iit.
ii want two gaiin all the level2 for once.
reckless_eagle: (And when the night is cloudy)
[personal profile] reckless_eagle
[Poland has quite obviously been introducing imps to his lancekind abstractus for some time; the area he's in is littered with grist, down to a little chunk of it stuck in his hair. He looks a little exhausted, but surprisingly energetic in spite of it, like he's having the time of his life. He's at a point in his life when invading Russia actually sounds like a fun way to kill a little time; while there are other nations who are more inherently warlike, a little fighting can get his blood pumping.]

So like, why are we fighting these things, anyway? For the stuff they drop? I've got like, a bajillion of these little dealies, but they still just kinda keep popping... up... everywhere...

[Miniboss fight! That's sure a lot of ogres... It doesn't occur to the Knight of Hope to be worried about it, naturally, but perhaps he could use a little hand?]
usskickass: (Kay that's kind of funny)
[personal profile] usskickass
[Beiste doesn't look herself. Her face is, at best, an approximation of herself. Her muscles ache with the effort of putting on a strong face again.

Somehow it was easier, back in Lima. Here there are too many people who'd be...disappointed in her.

She does her best to ignore the twinge of pain from her eye as she squints her eyes into the smile.]

Howdy. Just thought I'd let you guys know I'm back. I guess I wasn't gone so long I forgot this place. I spent over a year back home, though. Gotta say, it takes a girl a minute to get used to things again. That's, uh, that's why I didn't get around to saying 'hi'.

[Beiste shrugs.]

Well, that's all. I'll see you folks around, I suppose.

aangairnomad: aang going into the avatar state (you won't like me when i'm glowy)
[personal profile] aangairnomad
[The feed begins with Aang knocking on Katara's door, a bouquet of wildflowers he had woken up early to gather hidden behind his back.]

Katara? You there?

[He knocks again - there's no answer.]

Um, I'm coming in! So, uh, I apologize if-

[His voice cuts off as he opens the door to find no one there. The small bird Aang had given her chirps "Hello, sweetie!" when he enters.]


[The feed cuts to black, starting up again periodically to show Aang looking around the mansion and its grounds, calling for Katara. There is no answer, and he won't find her...she's gone home.

[The feed finally cuts to him standing in the checkerboard fields, mixed emotions on his face.]

I can't believe it...first Sokka, now Katara. I know I shouldn't be upset. She's home now, she's safer there, and it's a relief, it really is, but...

[Tears well up in his eyes. He sniffs, rubbing them away furiously, his tattoos glowing slightly as he becomes more upset.]

I never got to tell her how much I really love her. I never got to really show her that I want to become a man worthy of her affection someday. I just...

[He lets out a frustrated cry. His eyes are starting to glow now, and his voice is changing. Aang's starting to go into the Avatar state.]

...I just wanted a chance for us to be happy!!! Is that too much to ask for????

[ooc; Feel free to try and cheer up/calm down/irritate an avatar state!aang.]

023 - Video

May. 6th, 2012 04:24 pm
epiccombo: (Back off)
[personal profile] epiccombo
So, like, anyone notice that Beiste's flown the coop?

[He coughs.]

What? No, I don't care. Not really.

I wonder if she's gone home for good. It kinda sucks, though, 'cause who's going to organize our football games now?

[Yeah, that's Puck's main concern. Uh-huh.]
reckless_eagle: (That's so not cute)
[personal profile] reckless_eagle
So like, let me get this straight and junk, just so we're all on the same page.

Her Royal Creepiness shows back up right after the monster she was supposed to have killed does? Wow, totes not suspicious at all or anything! Seriously, does anyone else think she's probably behind--well, a lot of junk, obviously, but defs the Jabberthing?

Maybe it's like, her pet. She'd totally keep a fugly thing like that around. Maybe she like, never even really killed it in the first place, and was just trying to come up with one reason she's fit to rule when we all know she's not!

It totally makes sense. Right?

[Some days, it almost sounds like Poland is trying to get himself arrested.]


Private to Liet )
aangairnomad: :( (depressed)
[personal profile] aangairnomad
[Aang's voice sounds tired.]

Now that the Event is over, I can finally talk about what happened last time...

Seeing the Jabberwocky kill Zuko was painful. I wish I could have prevented it. I had thought that this place wasn't so bad. The first few weeks here have been wonderful. They really have. But seeing my friend be killed and acting like Ozai has made me realize that Wonderland is just as dangerous and fickle as they say it is.

At the same time, though, I can't believe that this place is all that bad! I've seen such beautiful things here, and have gotten to make so many good friends! This place can be good all the time, I know it can! There's just something a bit off about it, that's all.

[He mumbles incoherently.]

I have to keep telling myself that. If I don't, this place becomes much worse than it already is.

[He clears his throat.]

The other thing that's bothering me is the fact that Sokka's gone home. I wish I could take all of my friends and myself back, but I don't have a clue how I would do that. I think it's for the best, really. I don't think Sokka was all that happy here, and he'll be of more use to our loved ones at home. They need strong warriors like him.

All of this aside, who was that lady that killed the Jabberwocky? I wonder if she'll grant someone an audience if they wanted one.
coolstriderbro: (Default)
[personal profile] coolstriderbro
[Bro is sat in his room, sprawled out with Cal and Steve (the unicorn) close by. It's hard to read his expression but it's soon clear there's a point to this]

So. Been chilling my heels here for quite a few months now. It is impossible now for my heels to be any more chill than they are. And they were pretty damn chill to begin with.

But there's gotta be more. Shitting around with wardrobes and vendors between events is all well and good but doesn't really give me much for the long-term, you know?

And while I'm here, what's our adult count round here? Startin' to feel like I'm the creepy old guy lurking at the playground gates cause I got no-one my own age to be with. And that's just not right for a guy with this much swag.
itsahotone: (know it all)
[personal profile] itsahotone
[Santana, for once, is actually purposely addressing the mansion-goers.

Or at least one of them.]

Know what I haven't done in a long time? Had a good gossip with my girls. Of course, my girl isn't here.

So. Hummel, I expect to see you at my door in half an hour. Bring whatever you want, I don't care--just be prepared.

[Her tone leaves no room for discussion here.]

Everyone else can stay away, cause it's none of your business anyway.


...A vocal z-snap, anyway. She doesn't actually do it. Whatever, shut up and leave her alone*.

*"leave her alone" in this case meaning feel more than free to bug and annoy her.]
usskickass: (How you doin'?)
[personal profile] usskickass
[Beiste pops on the screen, her expression initially serious.]

So. This place has been kind of a drag lately, huh?

[She brightens, holding up a football suddenly.]

Well, not anymore. I've got a pigskin and a ballroom that need a bunch of squealin' kiddies playing flag football like some hyperactive Mexican jumpin' beans with a death wish.

Who wants to play some flag football up in here?
reckless_eagle: (Poutyface)
[personal profile] reckless_eagle
So like, I just realized something. What's the point cooking a ton of sweet stuff on Fat Tuesday if the kitchen's gonna be just as full of sweets and meat and drinks all through Lent?!

[He pouts at the thought of it all--there's nothing like not being allowed to have beer and sweets to make a man crave beer and sweets. And vodka. And... yeah.]

That kinda sucks, doesn't it? That it's still there to tempt you the whole time? Like, not that it matters to too many people around here, I guess.

[Heathens. It's okay, though, he's not very aggressive about people not sharing his religion, and it's a good thing, or he'd be fighting all the time here... At least he's got Liet.]
thisisthescript: (Don't want to talk about it)
[personal profile] thisisthescript
[The video goes on and Jay looks a bit flustered; in the back ground there's nerf guns spilling out from his closet when he specifically wanted a weapon to protect himself that was not a toy.]

So exactly do you work these closets? It's not exactly cooperating with me.
chicgenerosity: (pic#2231430)
[personal profile] chicgenerosity
[Rarity has flopped herself down on the bed (gracefully, of course), and that is the location from which she has chosen to address the residents of the mansion.]

Well, now that I have settled into this place, and even though I'm definitely not very fond of it, I must say that now is the perfect opportunity for me to offer my services to each and every one of you!

You see, I am quite well-known where I am from, and I am quite the skilled designer. Being fashionable is one of my many interests, and there is nothing that I enjoy more than sharing this with others.

It seems to me that many of you could use my help. Some of you could use a lesson or two about what is fashionable and what is not.

[She fusses with her mane a little before continuing.]

I do wish I could recreate the entirety of my boutique here, but I suppose I can manage with what I've done to my room. It's such a small space, but well, it's the best that I could do under these dreadful circumstances.

[She smiles winningly and perhaps a little enticingly.]

Does anyone have any requests? I simply need to keep busy, and this will help with that perfectly.


Feb. 26th, 2012 01:52 pm
spirit_cobra: (cry)
[personal profile] spirit_cobra
I have heard a great many thing said about love. Some say it's fleeting, that it is here and gone in a matter of years. Others believe it is enduring, stretching well past the limited span of a human life into eternity. I have heard that love fades, that love perseveres, that love is gentle, that love is cruel.

And I find myself unable to believe any of them.

I exist beyond my own death, this is true. But without her, without the object of my love and affection, what is my love for her but a hollow shadow of an emotion? Can love exist without object, without expression, without a meaning or a purpose? I know that I love her, but is it her or my memory of her that keeps the affection dear?

Perhaps all of these things are not meant to be pondered by humans. I cannot say because I think I have lost touch with what it means to truly be human, if I ever knew at all.
aangairnomad: Aang looking confused (confused)
[personal profile] aangairnomad
[The communicator beeps to life, followed by a yelp from Aang.]

Whoa! What...what is this thing?

[A rustling sound followed by a loud thumping can be heard as he taps the communicator in curiosity.]

I've never seen anything like this a new invention or something? Hmmm...

[A moment passes as Aang gets up and opens the door to his room, only to find the hallway of the mansion.]

What is this place...? Wait...where's Appa? And Momo? And...

[Another gasp as he realizes that his friends are no longer with him. His voice sounds desperate and concerned.]

Katara! Sokka! Toph! Suki! Where are you?!


[The sound of his voice grows fainter as Aang bolts out of the room to try and find his beloved friends.]
shiroganefortune: ([lost in thought])
[personal profile] shiroganefortune
Fellow residents of the mansion, I have a proposal which I wish to put to you for your approval. It is something which has been on my mind ever since Sokka-san and I conversed, and the latter event has me more convinced than before that we need to work more closely together in order to better endure what the mansion throws at us.

In particular, it would be useful to know who is most susceptible to the mansion's influence. I must admit the idea is not entirely my own - for her draconian measures and forceful attitude, the - I believe legislacerator is the term - speaks sense when she manages to speak plainly. But now that the mansion has forcibly isolated us, we need to know who is most likely to crumble without support. That way, we can ensure they receive the assistance they require before it is too late to prevent the worst.

I will gladly collate this information, but I realise some may not be so ready to trust in someone they barely know. If that is the case, perhaps there is someone else you can confide in, who can be responsible for checking on you when these events begin.

I thank you all for your time, and in advance for your cooperation.


Feb. 23rd, 2012 07:36 pm
demiurgos_girl: (To do nothing?)
[personal profile] demiurgos_girl
I can't really tell if that last event was good or bad. Maybe a touch of both. [Fortunately for Elaine, months of forced maturity has taught her how to control facial expressions. Her body is just a resting place for her soul, the same as any other person- and her past trials have helped her on the way to mastering both. Her expression as she faces the camera is a pleasant smile. She is still telling the truth, of course.]

It definitely raises some interesting questions. The "what-ifs" and "maybes." [She leans back in her chair, revealing her room. It's plain and simple, almost exactly the same as an uninhabited room. The only nod toward life is the steaming mug of cocoa on her desk.] So here's an important one, out of curiosity:

Who's God to you? What's he like? And more importantly, who do you want him to be? [She takes a sip of the chocolate and grins at the hot flush it brings to her chest. She turns her smile to the camera again, eagerly waiting for answers.]
40410: (\\all gone)
[personal profile] 40410
Our story begins in bizarro-Alabama. )

Later, you may find him sitting at a table in the dining room with his head in his hands.

Or, if you arrive a little later than that, he'll be sitting there with an opened pistol of early-twentieth-century vintage and highly questionable condition, being annoyed that it has no freakin' ammunition. Why does he even bother?


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