itsalluseless: as ii clse my eyees and ram  the teapa..rty  with my shitt y blue truthh (it follows through)
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[The feed opens to show Battler's bathroom, where he is currently struggling to set up a towel to cover the mirror above the sink. The mirror is covered in what looks like writing in red paint, though from this angle it's hard to make out individual words. After a few seconds, he looks down and notices the device has turned itself on.]

...Oh, it's recording? In that case, does anyone know if there's any way to stop people on the other side from writing all over the mirrors? It's getting annoying.

[He reaches to close the feed, but seems to remember something and stops himself.]

And Beato? That last event does not mean you win, in case you were wondering.
brainkegger: ((Tara) Meh.)
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[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, be honest, I don't want to become a freak show if I can avoid it.
tadanokusuriuri: Very superstitious (Keeping secrets)
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[Out behind the castle, half-hidden under some color-changing flowering vines and surrounded by an assortment of oddly-shaped plants, is Professor Morita's greenhouse. If you're taking Herbology, come on in; there's a large, unfinished wooden table in the center of it, set with enough chairs for everyone and ringed with rows of potted plants.]

[A word to the wise: Professor Morita will give you all the warnings you need, before you need them, but he'll only give them once. And if you're too stupid to listen...]

[Well, the only help he's going to give you will be healing whatever stupid thing you did to yourself. And quietly mocking you for the rest of your academic career, so you remember not to be a dumbass. Because he warned you, and it should've been enough.]

Lesson plans under the cut! )
brainkegger: ((Tara) Disaster area)
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[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 )
thestormcomes: (boldness stands alone)
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[Newcomers to the subject will find Professor La Fère standing stoically at the front of the classroom, wand (pine, phoenix feather, 10", and unsurprisingly unyielding for those of you who care) on the desk beside him. An owl lurks in the corner of the room, still slightly ruffled from Professor Buckingham's charms.]

As you are all undoubtedly aware by now, Arithmancy is most often used to predict the future, but it should not be mistaken for anything remotely similar to the study of Divination. We work with numbers, we do not gaze senselessly into the crystal ball, and unless you were born a skilled Seer there is no point in attempting to scry the results of your O.W.L.s.

[He was a student once. He knows how it is.]

You will be working from three books this semester: L. Wakefield's Numerology, M. Carneiro's Grammatica, and Vector's New Theory of Numerology. Reading is required, not suggested. You will complete seven essays and take three tests including your O.W.L., which is cumulative. We build from the ground up, and the first chapters of each book are just as relevant and important as the last. For the time being, wands away.

[Because Olivier is feeling especially generous today (or rather, he's a bit worn out from wrestling his owl away from another professor), all levels of Arithmancy, from beginners to advanced, get to have a little more fun than usual.]

You want fun? Numbers are fun. )
airshipswank: (dressed for a funeral | walking shadow)
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[ 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.]
bureaucracy_is_for_chumps: (Default)
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[Right, so this place was obviously not New Meridian. Peacock growls and kicks at a near-by pumpkin in irritation as she casually lights up a cigar and takes a few over exaggerated drags before flicking it onto some of the lettuce below.

Veggies suck anyway.] I'm seriously two seconds from blowin' this joint, and I don't mean exiting stage right.

[She'd tried that. Didn't work. Just ended up popping out of the forest right back where she started. She had to give this place props for the cartoon effect it had going there. Too bad her patience is growing thin. So she casually pulls a bomb from her skirt and rolls it in her hands.] Hmm...


May. 4th, 2012 06:25 pm
last_liar: (It's not safe don't follow me)
[personal profile] last_liar
[Yuu turns on the feed and looks at the camera quizzically. There's star-shaped glitter stuck in his hair.]

Do you think birthdays count here? I don't think we get older physically, but...what about everything else?

[He rubs a hand through his hair and a shower of glitter surrounds him. He grimaces.]

And um...has anyone else here ever had their closet glitter bomb them on their birthday?


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.


Apr. 28th, 2012 04:58 pm
[personal profile] insidethechimney
[Pinkie is sitting at the communicator, her hooves steepled. But can this really be Pinkie Pie? She's not even smiling! On top of that, she's dressed in black and grey and hasn't done anything ridiculous to her Batman costume. Whoever it is, they're sitting in an underground lair surrounded by screens. In one corner of the room, there's the top part of a fireman's pole. It's probably not connected to the bottom end of a fireman's pole in another corner of the room, because that would be silly. Almost as silly as the giant statue of a dinosaur off in the distance.]

The safety of the mansion has been violated. I, the Batmare, will not stand for it! Cowardly criminals, your time is up. Soon I will throw you into my dungeon and lock away the key and I won't give you any cupcakes!

[Okay, so it's definitely Pinkie Pie.]

If anypony has clues they'd like to share with me, do it fast. I will be taking the Batmobile for a spin shortly to cover more ground and also because it looks fun.
soothingtones: (why the hell)
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[The face of a young woman appears on the screen. The little device seems to be below her face, resting on something. The woman seems..mystical or at least, some entity that has a spiritual presence.]

[Text. Always. Text.]

I give my apologies to whoever owns this.

However, I seem to be some distance from home, and I must return prestissimo.

Can anyone who locates this point me in the direction of the Fields of Justice?

[Some time passes, and it's clear she has no idea how to work this thing.]

Or is there someone who can explain this predicament to me? It was that I simply was one place, then somewhere else, soudainment. A strange occurrence, but I suppose magic can be unpredictable sometimes even in the most deft fingers.


Apr. 17th, 2012 12:28 am
demiurgos_girl: (Sharpened to the nub of my own will.)
[personal profile] demiurgos_girl
Wonderland goes a bit crazy for a few days, brings back the Jabberwocky, and then brings back the Queen of Hearts to deal with it. [She makes a waving movement with her hand out of pure exasperation, as though she's run out of words.] I feel like a... a little mouse that's being experimented on.

[Her shoulders slump, and she sort of mumbles for a moment.] It's not fair. I guess there are some people here who arrived after the Queen was sent away. She may have looked impressive waving that sword around, but she's bad news. A lot worse than the one in the book.

[She leans back in the chair of her room and folds her arms, her expression hardening.] And I didn't see my mirror at all during the event, which is bad news too.


Apr. 15th, 2012 11:54 pm
thneedifestdestiny: No One Knows I'm Gone - Tom Waits (Got nothing to lose)
[personal profile] thneedifestdestiny
[On the screen is a tall, lanky young man peering at the screen curiously. He has a stylish hat and strapped to his back is an electric guitar.]

Huh. This thing’s kind of neat. Like some kind of video phone?

[Yeah, that sounds about right. So he steps back, coughs, and introduces himself.]

Right. Okay. So, uh. Hi. I’m the Once-ler. [He waves!] And while this place is pretty amazing looking, I really need to get back to Greenville. I’m kind of an important guy there now, so...

[Hm. This is kind of boring. So he flips the guitar in front of him and he strums it, hums a few notes to make up a tune, and-]

I’ve reallyreallyreally gotta get back to Greenville please
Back to that valley with that lovely breeze
And all of those beautiful Truffula tree-heeees!

[And he gives himself a pretty nice little guitar solo. Not bad, for an unplugged electric guitar!]

Anyway, any help getting home would be great. Thanks!

[He waves again, and shuts off his journal.]

001 video;

Apr. 15th, 2012 07:48 pm
ironkingdom: Was glänzt, ist für den Augenblick geboren. (Second War of Schleswig (1864))
[personal profile] ironkingdom
Haha, first telegraph to the whole Mansion! And look, I don't even need to ask where I am or what's going on! How often does that happen? Hahaha, I bet most of you idiots just blundered in and started questioning everything with a pulse, didn't you? Can't expect that sort of behavior from an awesome guy like me! Too smart! [ He taps his head in emphasis.

It's obvious, by the red tint to his cheeks and ears and the various empty beer mugs surrounding him, that he is very drunk. In fact, he has been drunk the entire week he's been in Wonderland. As you all know, hangovers are for those who stop drinking.

So I hear some Queen slayed some ridiculously massive beast, right? God, I love the monarchy. They really know how to get shit done. [ hold on, give him a few seconds to reminisce about how awesome kings and queens are. look at that dreamy face. siiiiigh. ]

Alright! Down to business, kids! And by business, I mean, we are celebrating this shit! Come grab a beer in the cooking quarters with me!
itsalluseless: as ii clse my eyees and ram  the teapa..rty  with my shitt y blue truthh (so what is right and what is wrong)
[personal profile] itsalluseless
[There is a young man with a ridiculous haircut looking angrily around him. He hasn't noticed the camera yet because he's from the eighties and cameras can't possibly be that small.]

So what the hell is this supposed to be? Another game? Do you really think you can make me believe in you by turning me into a ghost? There's no such thing as ghosts. It's just another trick.

[He tries to punch the wall, but his hand just goes through it. He shakes his head, clicking his tongue in frustration.]

Beatrice? Are you even listening?


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