endlessbeato: hair down (hair down)
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[Beato looks slightly disheveled, and very, very tired.]

I assume you all have babies too? I finally got mine to go to sleep. She's awfully feisty...who would've thought something so small could have so much energy?

[The Golden Witch rubs her eyes.]

I'm pretty sure these babies are us - I noticed when she bumped her head earlier today that I felt the pain as well. I had left the Goats to attend to her, but after realizing that...there's no way I can let anyone else watch over her. They're too unreliable to be trusted with something that precious.

I'm not tired because I've watched after her - although it can take a lot out of you. More than anything, I'm just tired from using so much magic. She really likes to see my golden butterflies. I've used more magic trying to keep her happy than I have in a long time...I'm exhausted.

[She doesn't mention the fact that her baby-self has spent a lot of time tugging on her ears, pulling her cheeks and trying to grab and/or eat anything she can put her hands on. That's a bit too embarrassing to be talking about to everyone else.]

I think I may help Souji-san with the daycare. With some rest, I'll be as good as new, and the pure innocence of all these babes is giving me a bit of a magical boost, I must admit. I'm sure many of you need a break - it's important to have one, or else you may do things you regret.

[Her thoughts drift to Maria and Rosa, but she quickly shakes her head. She's too tired - now isn't the time to think about the past.]

I'm going to get some sleep now. Best of luck to all of you.
klutzer: (014 ⇒ it's like our world)
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[ It's been a while, Wonderland. Bartz has been meaning to make this post since about a week ago, but was distracted by loads of things. Namely, the mansion itself. It's huge, plus it has about a thousand interesting things inside it. Being very easily distracted doesn't help at all. That aside, the poster is currently lounging on his bed, fiddling with the journal idly with one hand, the other resting on his chin. Since he's not the type to lounge, this could only mean one thing: he's bored. And obviously, he's trying to relieve it. ]

Hey, does anyone wanna spar? It's been, I dunno, a month since I arrived here, and I haven't done that at all. I don't want my skills to get rusty, you know? That'd be suck, since I'm gonna kick Chaos's ass and all when I get back. Plus, I'd love to learn some new moves.

[ Short pause, as he realised that the people in Wonderland doesn't know about his crazy awesome mimicking ability yet. ]

Oh, right, about that, I can mimic your fighting skills right off the bat! And your weapons too. Magic also counts, so say yes, okay? [ He flashes a grin. ] I wouldn't mind teaching you my moves, either. I'm good with swords, lances, axes, you name it.

[ There's another pause as he switched hands. ]

If you don't wanna spar, just hanging out is okay. I'm kinda bored here.

( ooc; back-from-hiatus post! and the mimicking permission is here, if you have any objections / notes / haven't filled it. )
tadanokusuriuri: Very superstitious (Keeping secrets)
[personal profile] tadanokusuriuri
[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 )
forgottenmother: ([Human] Ooooo shiny!)
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[Well, Amaterasu has everything set up for her little ducklings students.

Second Years are going over to the lake for their lesson! She's already spoken to the Merfolk and gained permission to include some of them into the plan today.

As for the Third Years....]

This way, please!

[She shepherds them to a corral, where a few Hippogriffs are dotted here and there inside. Ammy turns to the students and gives them all a stern look.]

Now, Hippogriffs are proud and polite creatures. Do not insult one or they will likely rip you to shreds. Just be polite and flatter them. Make sure you bow first, and once they bow back you may approach the Hippogriff.

[Now, as for the Fourth Years...Ammy is standing in the usual spot, but she has a guest. This guest is a Sphinx. She beams happily at them.

Fifth Years are being led to a tree near her hut. At this tree is a unicorn and its foal.

Sixth Years are going to meet a centaur!

Finally, the Seventh Years are going to be getting a hands-on experience with a gryphon.

Of course, any professors with free time are welcome to take a look at what their eccentric, motherly colleague is putting into these kids' heads.]
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. )
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)
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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.]
[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.]
sisterutopia: (You always hurt the one you love)
[personal profile] sisterutopia
[When the video starts up, there's still some purple smoke floating in the air. The camera tilts, and it shows a figure that might be vaguely familiar to some residents, for one reason or another: Lanky, bad posture, wearing an old-fashioned diving suit tailored to fit a young girl. As the camera is apparently put down somewhere, the bed in the room can be seen. On top of it is a small, skinny doll with a bubble-shaped head with little toy arm-spikes. Soon, though, a real helmet and real arm-spike equipped gloves are set down next to it, and a girl of about 16 or 17 hops up onto the bed. When she speaks, it seems like she's addressing the machine, but she isn't quite looking at it, either.]

Well... It certainly looks just the way I left it. I couldn't find any of them, though.

[She gives a quick, short chuckle, which doesn't sound as convincingly lighthearted as she meant it to sound. She then finally looks to the camera, wearing an equally unconvincing smile.]

I... don't suppose there's anyone I know here, is there?
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. ]
libraritology: (And everything devolved into chaos.)
[personal profile] libraritology
[So Evelyn read from a book she wasn't supposed to. These sorts of things can happen to anyone! After all, what harm could possibly come from reading a book?

Outside of bringing a three-thousand year old mummy back from the dead with a vengeance; It's all well and good until the locusts start swarming and fire rains from the sky.

...right. She stays here - you three, come with me.

[O'Connell is the first to jump into action, which means that Evelyn takes immediate offence.]

Now, just a minute! You can't just leave me behind here like some old kind of carpet-bag, I mean- Who put you in charge-

[After that, in the cloud of anger that has something to do with O'Connell picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder as he forcibly moves her back to her room, she can hardly remember precisely what she's saying. It's all a blur.]

O'Connell! What do you think you are doing? Jonathan!

Ah...sorry, Evie, he's a bit...tall...

O'Connell! Jonathan, you- you coward that you are! O'Connell, you are not leaving me in here!

[The door slams shut behind her, tumbler rolling into place heavily, giving her an instant to realise that he's locked her in.

She tries the handles. She beats against the panels. She briefly considers throwing her typewriter before abandoning the idea, because she only has one and ordering another from London would take far too much time, even using telegram. So Evelyn paces. Sits. Waits.

Her impatience gets the better of her, though, and it isn't long before she gets up, turns the knob again, and - lo and behold! An...

...empty hallway, rather than the parlour guarded by two ill-mannered Americans that she had expected.


[Memories from a place without sand and murderous, undead priests hit her like a wave of vertigo, and she stares down at a curious communicating device in her hand. It looks familiar, but at the same time, it's not something she should know.]


[That definitely puts "saving mankind" on hold, doesn't it?]
brainkegger: ((Buck) You are the worst fuckin' shit)
[personal profile] brainkegger
[By 8PM, Buck is just buzzed enough to think shooting a paintball gun at the side of the mansion is a good idea. So if you happen to hear some thumps or notice your window is suddenly bright green or something, well.]

Jimmy crack corn, and I don' care...

[Pop pop pop!]

Jimmy crack corn, and I don' care...

[Pop! Pop pop pop pop!]

Jimmy crack corn, and I [Pop!] don't [Pop!] care...

I hate this fuckin' house.
endlessbeato: magic (butterflies)
[personal profile] endlessbeato
[The feed turns on to show Beato's room. It's extravagant, as to be expected of the Golden Witch, and there seems to be a bit of a commotion in the background. A few goat-headed butlers are trying to mop up some champagne that's spilled onto the floor, while another is wrestling with the closet, which has poured out a huge pile of wine and sake bottles. There are bowls full of crunchy, salty snacks on a table behind her, arranged as if she were expecting guests. Classical music with an otherworldly hint to it is being played on a old record player, and the witch seems to be in high spirits. Her cheeks are flushed with drink, and she grins into the camera.]

Just because the mansion is finished providing everyone with drink doesn't mean the party has to be over yet! Anyone is welcome to stop by! I am a most gracious hostess, and will provide you with good drink and tasty food! I promise that there's no Krauss wine, Eva salad, or Rudolf pie. Only decent foods.

Battleeeer. You should definitely stop by. Nothing wrong with having a drink with friends!


Jun. 6th, 2012 11:55 pm
insidethechimney: (:C)
[personal profile] insidethechimney
[Pinkie Pie can't remember the last time she saw Rarity. Today, she decides, is the day that changes. Part of her gnaws away at the idea that her best friends has been whisked away. That part is being drowned out, literally, by the obscene amount of noise she's making. She's attached bells to her neck and tails and is dashing madly around the first floor, knocking on all the doors in no particular order and calling,]

"Raaarityyyyyy! Raaaarityyyyy! I found shinies!"

[And she does have a huge satchel brimming with gems, sequins, tin foil and other sparkly things. If she can't find Rarity, she'll use it to bribe anyone she does come across for information.]
bureaucracy_is_for_chumps: (Default)
[personal profile] bureaucracy_is_for_chumps
[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...
soothingtones: (why the hell)
[personal profile] soothingtones
Dear Wonderland,

I suppose it is time to give myself a proper introduction to those not familiar with me. My name is Sona, called the maven of the strings by many. I am a healer, if need be, please feel free to contact me velocissimo, should you be wounded or ill.

I am curious to see if any of you would care to come to a small impromptu concert, if not, a simple sitting with tea is perfectly fine. I do not know many of you, and I plan to change that. If you choose the latter, be aware that I cannot speak.

tadanokusuriuri: Very superstitious (I heard that)
[personal profile] tadanokusuriuri
[The Medicine Seller is not pleased with his current information. He's been in one place long enough to feel the humanity trying to rub off on him, and still--still, this place keeps surprising him. He's no closer to solving the mansion's mystery and ending it than he was when he got here.]

[Even for him, it's... frustrating.]

[Not that he's letting it show, or holding on to such a useless emotion. He's outside, in one of the sculpted gardens, sitting on a wide blanket tucked into a corner, his medicine chest sitting within arm's reach. On the blanket, he's laid out an array of traditional sweets that he doesn't appear to have much personal interest in, as well as a delicate little cup full of clear, thin tea that's almost too green to believe. A second cup rests in his hands, cradled almost carelessly in long, thin fingers.]

[Think of it as... an open invitation. That teacup is for you.]

[The mirrors have an invitation to talk, as well, albeit a less cultured one. He's taken a brush and carefully hand-ground ink to a mirror in his room, writing one word in a casually artistic scrawl: Speak.]


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.


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