aquarium_tipper: (face palm)
[personal profile] aquarium_tipper
[OOC: oops a second backdate to day 3 of the event.]

2o not that ii'm thii2 ungrateful juvenile fuck of an entozoon.
becau2e the old 'famiiliiar ii2 ju2t fuckiing better' 2ayiing ii2 true.
and ii've been chiilliing up iin the game criib liike a four twenty burnout.
but 2ome of thii2 2ymbolii2m ii2 2tiill lo2t on me.
braiin2 and fiire what are you?
what are your 2ecret2.
tell me.
onetruepurring: THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEALLLLLL (CRAAAAWLING IIIIIN MY SKIIIIIN)
[personal profile] onetruepurring
[If you are three floors up or three floors down from the third floor, there is a sudden sound. It's loud, it doesn't sound human, and it's full of a combination of fury and grief. If you're outside, it's hopeful that you're able to dodge the random heavy shit that suddenly shatters the window, falling down from the third floor.

A few minutes after, the feed from Nepeta's communicator suddenly turns on. Her room is completely trashed. It's like a tornado went through her room and wrecked everything. Nepeta herself is in a clear spot in the middle of the room, her back to the communicator. Her shoulders wrack with silent sobs, and doesn't appear to have noticed that she's being broadcasted.

There's also olive green blood staining her garments, especially in the back.]
onetruepurring: (Shipping wall!)
[personal profile] onetruepurring
[Well, hello, Wonderland. Lovely day, isn't it? The perfect day for certain artists in the mansion to really get down to artistic work, in fact!

Actually, there's one now! It's displayed proudly on the wall of a hall in the mansion. The artist in question is putting on the final touches, not realizing this is being recorded.

What's on the wall?

A somewhat crudely drawn rendition of what looks like a certain Dean Winchester and a certain Souji Seta, holding hands, and smiling with a big red heart in between them. Aren't they a cute couple? There's even some text at the bottom of the drawing.]


:33 < they might not have met each other furry often but it was obvious furom their furst sight of each other that it was meant to be!
:33 < their m33tings had to be kept secret though fur fear of humans judging their matespritship
:33 < it is hard to tell if they are star crossed lofurs or if they will rise above it all with their flushed f33lings!
:33 < only time will tell


{OOC: Threadjacks are green lighted and encouraged. |3}
kissin_the_cereal: (AH!)
[personal profile] kissin_the_cereal
Uhm... Hello? [Meet Ted. He's looking at the device and sheepishly smiles.] Hi. So, two questions.

One? Where am I.

Two. How do I get out?

[He nods a little as if satisfied with his questions and then shrugs.] 'Cause you know, that would be cool. I kinda need to get back home before people start flipping out and asking where I went and all that.

....But this thing is cool, I like it.

[Taps screen once.]
usskickass: (Faster than a barefoot jack rabbit)
[personal profile] usskickass
So I know it's been a while since we've had an even that uh, required any fighting. But maybe that's as good a reason as any to, you know, practice that. So we aren't caught off guard.

[Beiste pauses. Waves her hand.]

Okay, hang on, start over.

I've talked to some of you about how we don't all have some way to protect ourselves, and I think I oughta offer to help teach some of you who might wanna learn. I know a little about judo and a little about boxing, and I took a self-defense class in college...

[Not that it did her any good when it-- no, stop.]

So, uh, just let me know. And if any of y'all are willing to give lessons, holler like a bag of beans, alright?
madskillz: (yo why ya sittin home)
[personal profile] madskillz
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forevercapslock: (WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH JACK SHIT)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
[TEXT and also ACTION]

[Karkat is hanging out in a stairwell. And he has been since yesterday. Because this place is Gross and he wants no part in the bedrooms or in being around other people uuuugh.

However, he has run into a small problem.]


LOOK, I GET THAT WE'RE ALL SUPPOSED TO SHARE ROOMS BLUH BLUH WHO CARES.
BUT THE THING I'M MORE WORRIED ABOUT IS FOOD.
IS THERE FOOD IN THE ROOMS? OR ARE WE SUPPOSED TO MAGICALLY BE ABLE TO FIND IT SOMEWHERE ELSE?
BECAUSE BASED ON MY EXPLORATIONS, THIS PLACE IS SERIOUSLY LACKING ANYTHING ANALOGOUS TO THE KITCHEN OR DINING ROOM.
AND IF WE CAN MAGICALLY GET FOOD BE GOING INTO A ROOM AND ASKING FOR IT, THAT'S REAL FINE AND FUCKING DANDY, BUT IF WE *CAN'T*, WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A BIGGER PROBLEM THAN WANTING TO ALL JUMP INTO A PAIL TOGETHER.
onetruepurring: (Ummm well)
[personal profile] onetruepurring
:33 < *ac furowns at the network unsure of how to phrase this*
:33 < *quite frankly she is purrplexed!*
:33 < *eventually she decides to just say what is on her mind*
:33 < i have b33n watching some of these human romance movies and read a few novels of the same genre
:33 < they are really purretty fascinating! you humans can be surpurrisingly passionate about your relationships! :OO
:33 < but some things came up that made me curious
:33 < why do you ask about what love is or f33ls like?
:33 < it s33ms purretty straight forward furom what ive s33n and read so why do you ask these questions?
:33 < *ac pawses fur a moment befur admitting something*
:33 < then again i am not quite sure what human love entails and how much of it diffurs furom troll culture
:33 < if there is even such a diffurence
:33 < i suppose what i want to ask is
:33 < what is love to a human and why do you question it so often?
xenon: palpo (Awkward)
[personal profile] xenon
Huh. I'm not... honestly sure what to make of this. ((Anyone outside might have seen Jake walking along, before he looked happy, now he just looks confused.))

((Text;))
Alright everyone ive a little inquiry for you.
So lets say someone died. Yes that is kind of tragic but lets say you absolutely undeniably detested them probably more so than you can really put into words.
But you wouldnt wish them dead. Or at least i wouldnt wish them dead thatd be ungentlemanly!!! Maybe i would the confabbed bastard after all the horseshit he pulled.
I should be glad!!! Or it seems like the inappropriately appropriate response.
Oh nuts im getting off topic. Im not even entirely sure what im trying to ask here.

Perhaps i just need a little insight on how to properly hate a fellow. Yes! Thats exactly what i want or at least i think that is.



By the by jane i think theres something of dire importance that we need to cover in the most asap of manners possible.
onetruepurring: (Creepeta get?)
[personal profile] onetruepurring
[Regardless of whether the event is over or not, Nepeta is...very much going to practice her hunting skills. She's going to be all cat-like as she wanders all over the mansion.

The question is...is she stalking you? Or is she stalking...something else?]
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[personal profile] horsechoke
[Enter Equius, trying very hard not to look distraught. Seeing as he's recovering from the realization that he just died and is somehow still around, he's not succeeding very well. His brow is furrowed slightly, a thin layer of sweat glistens on his forehead, and there's very evident confusion in his eyes. One thing's for sure: he's not happy.]

What is the meaning of this? I demand to know who. What. Is the cause of this impropriety.

[His hand rises to his neck, where he can recall being strangled not an hour before. If this is an afterlife, it's not any one he's ever heard of.]

I require answers. If anyone can provide them do so. I would be... [A pause, then a scowl.]

Do so immediately.

text;

Jun. 21st, 2012 07:40 pm
splinterself: (Default)
[personal profile] splinterself
[Blah blah blah, feed clicks on, blah blah blah, orange text. You know what? You know the drill, and it shall pierce the heavens. Let's skip the formalities and jump to the interesting parts.]

Hey.

[How does one convey the feelings of what, followed by the fuck?]

I'm looking for a puppet. Seen him around? Dressed in purple, green eyes, wearing a hat. Goes by Lil' Cal. I was carrying him when I ended up in wherever the hell this place is.
Kinda was expecting Sburb, but hell, Smanse? I can make this work. Why the fuck not.


[Also, all of this is being typed as he's looking about, glancing at rooms (though he's not going to walk into a random bedroom, fuck, dude has some standards with the emphasis on some) and exploring the library and things of that nature, so if there's a preference for starting with something a bit more action oriented and a prompt along the lines of '...and that was when some strange blond guy walked into the room/glanced curiously towards the open door and saw you' why the hell not.]
brainkegger: ((Tara) Meh.)
[personal profile] brainkegger
[The feed flips on and Tara sits on her bed, eyes a little red. She clears her throat before speaking.]

So. I guess it became pretty clear during that event that I'm...not what you'd call "all there". I've got an explanation for that, but it's, uh, it's got nothing to do with magic. Unfortunately.

[She scratches at her neck, awkward. Hesitant. She wanted to avoid this for as long as possible but, well. There's no doing that now.

The most she can do is try and avoid saying what it is exactly.]


I have a psychological disorder. It can make me act pretty strange when it kicks in, but I swear I am not dangerous. I'm just...quirky.

[The word falls flat in the face of everything she's still hiding, but she tries not to show the discomfort in her face.]

Thanks for understanding, everyone. If you have any more questions, I can explain more specifically, but...to be honest, I don't want to become a freak show if I can avoid it.
onetruepurring: (Gigglesnort)
[personal profile] onetruepurring
[Nepeta is out in the Entrance Hall this fine Saturday. She's so pumped for Hogsmeade, especially for her not-date with Karkat!]

Well, it is the furst day of Hogsmeade. What is efurryone going to be doing? Maybe I will see you there!

Oh, and fur those who cannot go, maybe I can pick something up fur you while I am out? I do not mind stopping by Honeydukes if you tell me what you want!

Action: Karkat )
forevercapslock: (WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HANDS FREE DEVICE)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
[Karkat is SKIPPING CLASS! Scandalous!

He's sitting up top of a tower somewhere with a stack of books, leafing through them and grumbling obscenities to himself every so often.

This would all work out much better if his communication device weren't recording him doing so from its spot on top of his stack of books.

Meaning this is open to VIDEO or ACTION.

And also no human icons because I was too lazy to find them.]
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 )
endlessbeato: hair down (hair down)
[personal profile] endlessbeato
[The feed opens to show Beato sitting at the Ravenclaw table during lunch. She has several books open around her, and two plates of food: one for herself and one for the chicken sitting in her lap.]

There's so much schoolwork to do...I'm not too worried, because it's nothing I can't handle, but-

[She stops talking to give her chicken a stern "no" as it tries to eat some of the food off of her plate, then winces when it pecks at her in reply.]

Let's just say that I'll be looking forward to this weekend at Hogsmeade. A night at The Three Broomsticks is exactly what I need. I hope to see some of my fellow Ravenclaws out there; especially you third, fourth, and sixth years. The work is only going to get tougher from now on, but as important as studying is, it's even more important to take care of yourself. Make the time to go to Hogsmeade - trust me, you won't regret it and will find your brain feeling refreshed and better equipped to deal with your schoolwork.

[The chicken nibbles at her corn on the cob contentedly. Beato dabs some ink on her quill and makes note of this in the diary Professor Pie had given them. The calm is short-lived, however; several owls come swooping in through the window to deliver some letters and parcels, frightening the chicken so badly it manages to sort-of fly out of Beato's lap, where it begins to run around the Great Hall. The feed ends with Beato struggling to get out of her seat, trying to get the chicken back.]
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! )
not_a_hero: (you're late)
[personal profile] not_a_hero
Today we will be making the Wit-Sharpening Potion. Every fourth year learns how but as some of you seem reluctant to use it despite your intellectual shortcomings, we're going to go over it again.

Your ingredients are ground scarab beetle, cut up ginger root, and armadillo bile. Do not forget to grab a mortar and knife when you collect your cauldron. I expect perfect results from fifth, sixth and seventh years and you can depend on losing house points for anything less. First, second and third years may gain points for the correct concoction. Fourth years: shut up.

You should all do your best if only in this one instance. The Wit-Sharpening Potion will make you all the more tolerable to deal with and will certainly improve your time spent in this class.

[Sherlock has set everything out in not the most organized of fashions but it's all there and recognizable. His own desk is a mess of equipment with human eyeballs in a jar and a string of thumbs tacked and hanging like Christmas tinsel.

When he isn't sat at his desk, doing more or less something completely different from what he's assigned, he's walking up and down to make sure everyone's on task. He might twirl just a bit on his turns and has a habit of dashing about and ignoring personal space bubbles.]
[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.]
forevercapslock: (THERE IS DEFINITELY A WORD FOR THAT)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
OKAY, YOU SEE WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? YOU SEE HOW I AM SUDDENLY NOT ON THE WORST FUCKING JOURNEY THAT PARADOX SPACE HAS EVER CONCEIVED GOING TO SOME UTOPIA THAT HAD BETTER FUCKING NOT BE FILLED WITH CLOWNS AND MIRTH, AND HOW I AM SUDDENLY IN A HIVE FILLED TO THE GOGDAMNED BRIM WITH HUMANS? CAN YOU SEE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS FUCKING PICTURE?

OKAY.

OKAY, I GUESS THIS ISN'T AS BAD AS IT SEEMS.

I MEAN, IT'S NOT WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE, BUT IT'S CAN'T BE WORSE THAN THAT, RIGHT?

FUCK. WAIT. I RETRACT THAT STATEMENT. OF COURSE IT COULD BE WORSE THAN THAT. THERE IS NO NEED TO PROVE THAT TO ME, SURPRISE-HUMAN-HIVE, I'M ALREADY AWARE OF HOW MUCH FUCKING WORSE IT COULD BE. THE INSTANT I FINISHED TYPING THAT QUESTION, MY THINKPAN FILLED RIGHT THE FUCK UP WITH ALL THE WAYS THIS SITUATION COULD BE WORSE, SO I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP. WE'RE TALKING RESERVES OF IMAGINATION BILE COMPLETELY DRIED UP BY LURID, TECHNICOLOR IMAGES.

SO I'M JUST GOING TO WAIT AND, I GUESS, HOPE THAT THERE IS SOMEONE SANE HERE TO CLUE ME IN. BECAUSE THAT HAS ALWAYS HELPED ME MAKE LOADS OF PROGRESS IN THE PAST, AND IF KARKAT VANTAS IS ANYTHING, IT IS FUCKING CONSISTENT.
hamburellakind: (Flyyyyying)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[The feed turns on and John is hovering a few yards from the camera, holding a shale imp up by its elbow. It looks none too pleased.]

Hey guys! I'm gonna give y'all a tutorial on how to beat the ever-loving shit out of imps!

[John drops the imp and it falls in an unceremonious pile. John mumbles at it to get up and be a good sport since he knows he's gonna lose anyway. Eventually the imp goes and stands a few feet away.]

Okay, so! You should all have strife specibi now, which means you get a special weapon you're super awesome at. My favorite is hammers and I in no way accidentally fell into them at all.

[John drops to the ground and walks over to the imp. The hammer he's wielding is on the small side and he just sort of bops the imp on the head. The imp appears to be further insulted by this.]

You might also have some new powers! Especially if you have these nifty pajamas-- that means you're God tier and you're super cool like me and Dave and Jade and Aradia. Since I'm the Heir of Breath I get to do this!

[WHOOOOOOOSH! With a flick of his wrist, John sends the imp up off the screen. Judging by how long it takes it to hit the ground and burst into grist and boondollars, it hit a peak height of about 30 feet. John looks pretty pleased with himself.]

So, there you go! I hope that helped, hehehe. I like to have fun with it. You should too!
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[personal profile] bicorn
[ Brittany's taken up temporary residence in a room that looks very similar to this one. The hallway door is left open allowing passersby a glimpse inside as well. Right now she's busy pulling various objects out of the closet to help with all the decorating. But! The most noticeable addition for those with a keen eye is a kitten sleeping at the foot of the bed. ]

[Video]

May. 1st, 2012 01:14 am
endlessbeato: sad (lost in thought)
[personal profile] endlessbeato
[A tapping can be heard as a young woman with blue eyes and bright blonde hair done up in a bun peer into the communicator. The hedges of the maze in the gardens can be seen in the background. She seems confused.]

Hm...such a peculiar place this is. It is very strange. I feel like a piece in someone else's game - perhaps another Witch found my actions interesting or deplorable? It can't be that. Witches aren't pieces.

[She fumes over this for a moment before becoming absolutely serious, glaring into the camera.]

Never mind that, though. There are more pressing matters to attend to. Has anyone seen a red-haired young man named Battler Ushiromiya? He's very stubborn and an idiot, although I'm finding these are his redeeming qualities. I wonder if he left my game? I don't know why he would, though...we were getting along so well, and I was finally beginning to understand how much more I have to learn and how far I have to go. If I'm lucky, perhaps he is here as well? If so, I want to continue our game as soon as possible. I do not like the fact that right now, Bernkastel and Lambdadelta are in my territory, possibly doing whatever they please to my peices. Hmph.

[Beato pauses for a moment, her eyes falling as she contemplates to herself.]

I wonder if Teacher's "North Wind and the Sun" strategy worked. I do feel a bit remorseful for what I did, but it was necessary. We were going nowhere, always caught at a stalemate, which, amusing as it was, began to be a bit troubling. I had forgotten the true meaning of the endless magic, but George, Jessica, and Teacher have helped to remind me what it is.

Even so, I will continue this game, no matter how long it takes. I'll make Battler acknowledge me! Anything to see that look on his face again!

[She snaps out of this reverie, coughing slightly in embarrassment.]

That aside, is there anyone that can tell me where I am, or if they've seen Battler? I will make it worth your while, I assure you.
onetruepurring: (Question mark?)
[personal profile] onetruepurring
:33 < *ac pricks her ears forward as she looks around curiously*
:33 < *she does not remember efur being in a place like this befur!*
:33 < *the huntress is purrtty muddled and confused as to how all this happened*
:33 < can someone please tell me where i am?
:33 < i think i might have gotten lost or something
:33 < purrhaps you can also tell me how to get back too?
:33 < *ac sits down to wait patiently fur a respawnse*

Ninth

Feb. 3rd, 2012 08:24 pm
akapeanut: (Innocent eyes)
[personal profile] akapeanut
[This morning, George just happened to wake up to a yellow room. Except, no. There was just something stuck to her forehead. Something yellow.

A post-it.

...

Fuck.

George, after waking up enough to scream into her pillow in frustration, deduced that her assigned K. Hummel was that gay kid and, maybe, like, an hour later, she realized what this was. An event. A reaper event.

Shit. Shit fuck.

Better clue some people in. Carefully.]


So, uh. Anybody else find some weird post-it note this morning?
miss_pouncellor: (whos there???)
[personal profile] miss_pouncellor
[Slosh. Squish. Slosh. Squish.

A sopping wet cat troll is trudging down the hallways in her very damp and heavy clothing. Snow is very fun! But also very cold. And very wet.]

:33 < brrr!
:33 < *ac f33ls a tickle in her nose*
:33 < it

:33 < *ac apawlogizes*
:33 < *she dropped her commewnicator*

:33 < *ac drops it again*
:33 < *she is overcome by sn33zes!*
:33 < its so cold!

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