ooc: challenge post stuff.
The room was silent as she descended down the stairway in front of them. They stared at her from behind their hooded gowns, the three of them huddled together, and mused over what to do with her next. She knew it when she looked into their eyes, and she was battling between being afraid and amused. Afraid, because of the untold power of they would wield over the fates; amused because, seriously, pink robes with bunny ears?
"At least it's a nice shade of pink," she mused, making her way over to them with a bottle of cognac. She started pouring drinks, knowing she didn't have much time to get this all sorted out. Because everybody knows drinking cognac means the clothes will start coming off soon. As soon as she had filled all of the glasses, a disco ball appeared on the ceiling and the room filled with the sound of Journey's 'Separate Ways'.
The three robbed guys threw off their robes and started air guitaring as balloons poured down from the ceiling. 'What the hell?,' she wondered, 'is this all part of it or did Steve bowl a perfect game?' 'Oh, well, might as well join them right?', she thought as she let down her hair and proceeded to dance her way across the room.
She was getting her freak on, when out of nowhere a loud bang came from behind her.
And that's where Ravenclaw's story ended. Ravies had 6 people participate. (none of these include me, as i participated on all of them!)
The room was silent as she descended down the stairway in front of them. NOBODY WAS SILENT FOR HER, THOUGH, OR SO IT SEEMED - THEY WERE ALL LOOKING OVER HER SHOULDER. She turned her head subtly, curious what they were looking at. All she could see, however, was a platypus. It was a very classy-looking platypus too, what with it's little black top hat and a monocle perched upon it's beak.
"I say," said someone in the crowd, "that is without a doubt the most stupendously classy platypus I have ever seen - and I've seen some classy platypuses in my time."
The girl, Lyndel, gripping tight onto the railing from shock and general confusion, spoke up "Why exactly am I here?"
THE CLASSIEST LITTLE PLATYPUS THAT COULD LOOKED UP AT HER AND RESPONDED, "I DON'T KNOW; MAYBE YOU SHOULD ASK THE FUNNY MAN IN THE TOP HAT?"
Lyndel blinked once, and then again for dramatic effect, (she hadn't attended all those costly drama classes without reason), and stared down at the platypus, making sure not to frown in case it caused creasing of the forehead, "And where pray tell, dwell he?"
The platypus chuckled in a way that could not quite be called condescending and replied, "Why, he dwells on the moon, of course - but at present, he is standing directly behind you."
The man with the top-hat (henceforth known as MWTH) breathed creepily into her ear as a means of hello, before lightly pinching her bum. Lyndel yelped, jumping forward, almost hitting the platypus.
"I'm so sorry," MWTH said softly, not sounding at all apologetic, causing the platypus' monocle to fall off his beak.
"I say good sir, you should be ashamed of yourself to be so crude in front of this young lady," stated the platypus.
"Look," huffed Lyndel, looking quite put out, "could somebody please just tell me what this place is and why I'm here?"
"WELL!" MWTH admonished loudly, scratching his butt-like chin in a very thinky manner before responding, "I'M NOT SURE, MYSELF."
"Oh for goodness sakes, someone just read what is on the wall," called a large booming voice from the ceiling, (or rather the speaker in the corner, but there is no need to be so technical), "That will inform you of your quest."
Hufflepuff's story ended there. They had 6 participants.
The room was silent as she descended down the stairway in front of them. Realizing she had forgotten to put on any semblance of clothing in her haste, she hoped the silence meant no one else was around. Unfortunately, her wish was not to be granted tonight as the room was filled with her friends, all staring awkwardly up at her. She was instantly embarrassed of her granny panties and ran across the room for the towel.
"Not so fast," teased a friend, and he snatched it from her reach.
Standing there, in nothing but pink polka-dot granny panties, she realized the only way to recover her embarrassment - "NAKED PARTY!!!!", she declared with a grin.
At this point Mika by Grace Kelly started playing, and Lily Milly Tilly (That was her name) started dancing and dancing and dancing; when the music stopped she looked around and found that she was no longer on the dance floor but ridding a dolphin in the ocean, "Toto, I don't think we are in Kansas any more."
The dolphin looked up at her with an expression of horror. The look of horror changed into one of seriousness. "So long and thanks for all the fish!" the dolphin said as he and his brethren went up into the sky.
Lily Milly Tilly waved as the dolphin swam swiftly away, a look of longing falling upon her face, until she checked her pocket and realized that damn Flipper bitch stole her wallet. And not just any wallet the one that held her autographed picture of her beloved Charlie Sheen, the most handsome amazing beautiful man in the whole world. Falling to her knees, she shook a first at the sky, sobbing in mourning for her beloved wallet.
That's where the Gryffs cut off. They had 7 participants.
The room was silent as she descended down the stairway in front of them. They were all trying not to laugh, but it was hard to resist. Because on her head sat a duck. She was told it was the height of fashion, but really, it was quacking.
The duck was the least of her worries, however, as the door crashed open and drew everyone's attention. And there stood a replica of her but evil for that twin...HAD A MUSTACHE/BEARD COMBO! THE EVIL TWIN TWIRLED HER MUSTACHE AND SAID THE MOST TERRIFYING THING ANYONE HAD EVER HEARD:
"HAVE YOU ACCEPTED SAM WINCHESTER AS YOUR PERSONAL SAVIOR?"
Everyone just stared but after a few moments the duck of the GOOD twin slowly raised its wing!
Out of nowhere, cheesy disco music filled the room and made everyone take notice. The cheesy disco music was accompanied by a giant disco ball that descended from the ceiling, along with....a musky alien. The duck quacked with confusion as the musky alien swept the evil twin off her feet with gusto and declared:
"My love, I have destroyed Raptor Jesus, and we can finally be together!"
The musky alien sniffed the evil twin's mustache and then began to slow dance with her as a disco ball spun above them. She, being Becky in reality, and knowing her Supernatural, immediately suspected the involvement of Uncle Gabe.
That's where Slytherin's story cut off. They had 9 participants!!!
So Slytherin gets a prize for most participants:
Now for the fun part! Time for a poll! Lurkers, please vote too!
Poll
For example say Lucifer was voting (you can/should vote ooc but do what you liiiike)
He'd say: Slyth, Ravie, Gryff, Huffle
The way this will be tallied is as follows: slyth would get 4 points, Ravie 3, Gryff 2 and Huffle 1 and I'll add them all up at the end.
THIS POLL WILL ONLY BE OPEN UNTIL THURSDAY!!!!