Find the Horcruxes (crack/au)

Dragging out an old meme and switching it up a bit for some cracky goodness!

Comment with your characters! (separate comment for each character, plzkthnx!)

Anyone who wants to write a personal ad for your character can comment with it! The crackier the better, people!

But since we were tossing around pictures earlier...

Evan and Chloe

ETA (after this excellent suggestion): Anyone up for a game?

( do you want to know a secret? do you promise not to tell? )

Who: Miriam Strout, Edward Watkins, Nora Alderton
When: the day of John Dawlish's funeral
Where: Three Broomsticks
What: Three friends are drunk and trying not to think on the state of the world. There are secrets spilled (as well as drinks), shore chasms, Madog's penis, and then Nora realises she is way too drunk and forgets to tell her friends she's leaving. This actually IS canon, but it was written super fast, and with less internal stuff, thus the crack comm!
Rating: Definitely a hard R. There's talk of Madog's unmanageable jackhammer. COUGH.

( SHORE CHASMS. That's all I'm saying. )

Story time!

So, in my educational psychology class, we just read this book that's all about gut reactions and instincts and "thinking without thinking" and things like that. And so tonight a book response essay was due, but my prof gave us the option of, in place of the essay, doing an "aesthetic representation" of the book (interpretive dance, artwork, sculpture, music, collage, poetry, short stories). I opted to do an "aesthetic represenation" in the form of a short story. More specifically, a Sturgis & Persephone fic, which has been Americanized and modernized to make it easier to read for my not-Harry-Potter-literate professor. Because I didn't think that littering it with "hitwizard" and "hexes" and "dark magic" and such would fly very well.

We had to include two quotes in the "Artist Statement" that were influencing on the work, or something like that. So, here are the two quotes, and then behind the cut is the story I writed. :)

Our unconscious is a powerful force. But it’s fallible. It’s not the case that our internal computer always shines through, instantly decoding the “truth” of a situation. It can be thrown off, distracted, and disabled. Our instinctive reactions often have to compete with all kinds of other interests and emotions and sentiments. So, when should we trust our instincts, and when should we be wary of them?

- page 15

“When we make a split-second decision,” Payne says, “we are really vulnerable to being guided by our stereotypes and prejudices, even ones we may not necessarily endorse or believe.”

- page 233

( The story! )

I got bored tonight (never a good sign) and was feeling a bit brain-dead (also not a good sign), so I found this old meme in my journal where you'd go to a website and put in a name and it would give you the name of their... naughty bits. :D (HERE if you want it!) and then I started putting in my characters' names, but then I decided to just do... all of our characters. (and if your character goes by a nickname a lot -- Barty, Benjy, Alex, etc etc -- I did those too!)

Yes, indeed, here are the names of your characters' bits in alphabetical order by surname, so please don't click this if you think it'd be inappropriate to view because there's definitely... well, YOU KNOW. And some of them make me shudder. Others make me LOL.

( MEN )

( WOMEN )

Sorry, you saw this icon and thought it was about to be Podmore, P.I., didn't you? Mañana, darlings, mañana. No, like for real. I'll be done tomorrow.

ACTUALLY, this is a meme:

What are your characters' recurring dreams and/or nightmares? Funny, scary, or just plain weird, I want to know what your characters' subconsciouses pitch at them.

For instance, Sirius Black...

( totally has one where he's being chased by a goose. )

Okay, so, I am new. And there are other new people! And lots of new characters! So I have this old meme for to fill out, with stuff about you and stuff about your characters, and that way people can be more familiar with the pantheon of FTH people.

in other news: I AM NOT GOOD AT EXPLAINING THE PURPOSE OF MEMES

( and when i'm wiiiiiiiith you, getting to know WHAT to say )

So, Laura was looking at all the characters' heights the other day, which got me wondering about our characters' wands. Whose is longest, whose is shortest, what the most common wood is, most common core, etc.

So I made myself a nice little spreadsheet, then started looking at various trends and such.

And I thought I'd share what I found. :)

( Find the Wands! )

.... no, I wasn't bored. Not at all. Why do you ask? >>

Chicago, 1926. In the streets of the South side, the heat seems to weigh everybody down. Can't catch a breeze, can't catch a break...if not for the fire hydrant they opened up on the corner it'd be hell on earth. It's a place that clings tightly to its own, and Sturgis Podmore, Private Investigator, is no exception.

When we last left the detective he was trying to find a place to stash that stubborn Chloe Wilkes. Burrow Street's almost just one more lane in the maze of alleys filled with tenements and row houses, but it's got some good people...and that's why he's going there for help.

( The whole house was a whirlwind of activity, but Molly was the eye of the storm, the calm center of everything. )

Chicago, 1926. A vicious August heatwave holds the city in its grip, but the denizens of the town are used to being oppressed from every direction. If it's not the crooked cops it's the Mob, and if it's not them it's City Hall. Good thing there's short skirts, bathtub gin, and jazz in joints like the Hogshead to make it all bearable. That is, until the police raid the joint again.

When we last left the detective, he'd just woken up in the last place he wanted to be (his ex-wife's new house), with the last person he wanted to see (his ex-wife and her teenage sidekick), in the last circumstances he wanted to be in (shot). As we rejoin him, he is finally moving on...

( Two days wasn't really enough recovery time for a gunshot wound that hadn't even gone to an actual doctor, but Sturgis Podmore was tough enough to bear up under the pain, and he had things to do. )

I know we did one of these about a month and a half ago, but a lot of us have new characters, and we've gotten a tonne of new players too!

So here's how it goes! Someone has dumped Veritaserum in the water. If you wanna play, pop each character in a separate comment (to make it easier to find said character later!). Anyone who wants to ask a question can do so! Your character MUST answer truthfully. Don't forget to ask other people questions too!

ALSO: remember all of this knowledge is OOC, but I bet it might help with some plotting down the road! FUN TIMES.

Chicago, 1926. The city's a dangerous place, no matter who you are. Shadows lurk in every corner, up against every wall, and to turn your back on them is to invite trouble - where, then, can anyone turn?

Celeste Lestrange turned to Sturgis Podmore, Private Investigator. When we last left the detective he'd just taken a bullet down at the seedy speakeasy known as the Hogshead. Someone was trying to give him a hand...but who? And where will he end up when he opens his eyes...if he opens them.

( With a roar of pain, everything went once more black and quiet, and he found himself again on the chessboard streets of the city. )

Long time no see, cats. I know it's been a while, but if you listen hard you can hear the soft tones of a King Oliver record straining through a Victrola in a fourth-floor walkup apartment, and maybe the crash of an illegal beer bottle falling into a bin full of others.

That would be because after a long break, we return to Chicago, 1926. The city is a battleground where crooked cops bounce back and forth between the rival Mafia powers of Black and Lestrange and Mayor Tom Riddle looms over them all - and somewhere down below, the few good people left try to topple the machine from underneath.

Currently the one of those with the best chance of tipping the balance of power is Sturgis Podmore, Private Investigator. When we last left the detective, he had just returned from a trip to Indiana to bring some evidence to Agent Edgar Bones of the FBI. Now he's heading back to everyone's favorite illegal speakeasy to have a chat with Mr. Sirius Black, so let's have a look...

( Smoky blues and hot jazz, cool light and dark shadows, flappers and mobsters and cops and criminals...another night in the Hogshead, and the band was running a lot better than they had been on his last trip here. )

Yo guys, I'm real happy for you and I'mma let you finish, but this convo is missing something real important.

I know there are some people here who like / are good at making character or game soundtracks. I like them, but don't consider myself to be all that great at making them.

However, I realized yesterday that I had a song that was absolutely perfect for a relationship in the game, and I posted about it in my CDJ. Kate had the brilliant idea of posting it here, and collaboratively making a game soundtrack.

So! If you have a song that you think would be fitting for characters or relationships in the game (even ones that aren't necessarily yours), or even for the game as a whole, comment here with them! If possible, include the lyrics that you consider fitting.

Please comment with the icon that shows your character's "30000 GALLEONS?!" face.

Snobby rich characters, pretend that sounds like a lot of money to you. The point here is to show off your OMGWTF icon that you rarely get to use. :)

I feel like writing some fics tonight, so help me out, guys! Pick a couple or group of characters from FTH (so long as one of my characters is included somehow, plz) and stick it with a lyric and I will write you a fic.

( Lyrics! )

Chicago, 1926. A hotbed of intrigue, murder, and mayhem. Smoke curls through the air, shadows stalk the streets, and almost no one is what they seem. No one, that is, except Sturgis Podmore, Private Investigator.

The detective has returned, armed with evidence. When we last saw the detective Celeste Lestrange had once more swept in and out of his life after an all-night drive back from the wilds of Hogsmeade, Indiana. Now, we join him once again.

( He needed to call Lacey. Usually he called her on Fridays, but it'd been a rough week. He could do with hearing his little girl's voice, given how many of other people's little girls seemed to be in trouble lately. )

For some people, even blue skies and green fields seem suspicious. Sturgis Podmore, Private Investigator, is among these. He's suspicious of everything, and in Chicago, 1926, suspicion is almost never out of place. So little is what it seems, and the few true things in this world are often yanked swiftly away.

When we last saw the detective, he was listening to Greta Fenwick tell the painful story of the loss of her husband and her escape from the city. Now he's on his way back to town to get the ball rolling again, and maybe find a few more answers.

( I've got a story he needs to hear, a note that's gotta be dusted for prints, and a big mess at the bank that's very, very convenient in that it makes this a Federal affair. )