((He is from the TV series, not the book of similar name!))

He wanders in, a little bleery and hung over. He might only stand four and a half feet tall, but you'd never know it by the way he moves -- doesn't matter if he's baffled by the sights or out of his element, he owns the room when he walks in.

He settles into his jacket by tugging on the ( Read more... )

Duffman Application

((OOC - permission - and partial dare - given months ago, but I only just now got around to this. Enjoy!))

This guy just popped into the Sorting Room with a literal, audible ‘pop.’ He immediately answered the questions on the parchment, because he's used to being covered by the press, OH yeah!!!

( Duffman is cool, OH yeah! )

((Open to everyone who signed up))

Last time Slartibartfast had done one of these, he'd carried everybody to Magrathea in an old converted van. This time, there were so many people going, he'd had his ship the Starship Bistromath delivered, and it now sat idling on the lawn. Irrational behavior wasn't going to get them to Magrathea in anything ( Read more... )

Minerva knew that students rarely made it to class on time these days (if at all) and so she left the following instructions on the board:

( Today's Instructions... )

[[This may potentially be rated PG to R, due to nudity]] Phoenix was bored. He was pondering on how to amuse himself on this boring and quiet day.

He was flipping some cards into a hat he found. It occurred to him that he could be playing with other people. He could be playing poker! And he was fairly good at poker although he's much better in the ( Read more... )

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. Too quiet, really. Karaoke time! La Fee Verte propped open the doors of the Little Green Apple, cranked up the karaoke machine, and began to sing, trusting that it would draw others in.

Erika Marozsán, "Gloomy Sunday" (lyrics)

Richard Papen - The Secret History, by Donna Tartt
We are ruled by the more powerful ( Read more... )

A large, slightly balding red-haired man came sauntering into the sorting room. He glanced around, frowning, an expression that seemed oddly unusual on his face, and then turned to address some conveniently nearby house elves. "All right, gents, I was told you wanted a bartender. How the hell am I supposed to tend a bar if there's no booze ( Read more... )