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George and Paul (John and Ringo) ([info]we_us_ours) wrote in [info]writeaway,
@ 2011-04-04 03:26:00

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Entry tags:ares, boreas, clarice starling, colonel douglas mortimer, damon salvatore, dimitri belikov, fred!trio, george!trio, hannibal lecter, harry!trio, hermione!trio, ichabod crane, incomplete, katrina, lily!marauder, lucius!trio, luna lovegood, lupin!trio, narcissa!trio, rose hathaway, severus!marauder, sirius!trio, stefan salvatore, tenth doctor, the beatles, thirteenth doctor

Magical Mystery Invitation Across the Fandoms
Released to the wilds of the vast universes throughout time and dimensions, the invitations to the party are part Time Lord psychic paper tech and part good old magic. They don't have to appear in traditional guise, though they might be a colourful card or banner, a flying paper plane or possibly a delicate origami crane. These invites could be text via your cell or the phone itself, a surprise playback from a CD or DVD, part of a painting you've not noticed at the museum, the towel of a Hitchhiker or new info on his Guide, or anything at all relating to the invitee's own time and place in the scheme of everything that ever was, will be, is.


Dear Recipient, (so the invite begins)

Consider this your ticket to the only party of its kind ever anywhere and anywhen. We ask you who might enjoy meeting others of all eras to come over and mingle! The time where we live is the spring of 1964 though you needn't fret about possible showers as you shall safely arrive right inside.

If you want to be where it's at, hold this invite in your hand (or just touch it if it's too big) and say out loud, meaningfully now: "Yes please, I want to party where it's groovy! I do want to know a secret!" (If you're shy or reserved, thinking emphatically will get you here too!)

You don't even have to click your heels together. Unless you want to, of course. Nor do you have to salute or take just a jump to the left, put your hands on your hips.

Yours truly, your hosts,

Luna Lovegood,
John, Paul, George and Ringo
John Smith X aka Smithy
John Smith XIII aka Jonesy


And suddenly you find yourself inside the Beatles' flat of the four doors!!

That Which Preceded the Release of the Magical Invites (for inquisitive minds who simply have to know or those who are Ravenclaws)

Or skip all of that and simply respond to attend the party!



((OOC: Everyone is welcome to start their own subthread here. If anything occurs which a lot of people might notice, like the Weasley twins setting off fireworks lol, I'll be sure to point that out in the OOC comm. This doesn't mean the twins have to appear but they make such a good example of how to attract a lot of attention!))



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Luna and the Doctors - First at the Party
[info]fantastique_fem
2011-04-04 12:47 pm UTC (link)
Being barefoot in the TARDIS, Luna didn't bother wearing shoes out into the flat of the four young men whom she had just met. Stepping out, she skirted around a sunken bed right beside the TARDIS and stopped to have a look around.

"Brilliant!" she admired.

Across from her she noticed four doors of different colours: green, white, red and blue. The part where she stood (belonging to John) didn't exactly match its door, having brown walls and carpet in lieu of red. But the other three quarters were a good match to their doors. Furthest to her right was blue, where Ringo lived among food and beverage dispensers lining two walls. He had a couple of chairs with a table and lamp as well. Then the brown/red where she was, which had the sunken pit for a bed and mod black leather furnishings. Just to her left was the white section belonging to Paul. Her eyes lingered on the Hammond organ, hardly noting the bed and chairs, before something from George's green suite caught her eye.

Luna wiggled her toes on the unyielding carpet as she laughed softly. John had been speaking. When there was a pause, she wondered: "Is that grass?" rather than making a direct response to him.

She headed in that direction. Her toes itched for the feel of grass.

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Re: Luna and the Doctors - First at the Party
[info]we_us_ours
2011-04-04 01:06 pm UTC (link)
Always assuming he was the leader of the pack, John had been telling their guests about the flat when the girl wandered away while asking about George's grass. He resumed giving the two Doctors the tour and let her go, as both George and Paul trailed after her. Hadn't they had enough of acting like this around Ahme?

Ringo went in the direction of his space, feeling hungry and wondering would there be enough for the party? When was the last time the machines had been replenished?

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Re: Luna and the Doctors - First at the Party - [info]fantastique_fem, 2011-04-04 01:13 pm UTC
Re: Luna and the Doctors - First at the Party - [info]we_us_ours, 2011-04-04 01:28 pm UTC
Re: Luna and the Doctors - First at the Party - [info]fantastique_fem, 2011-04-05 04:11 am UTC
Re: Luna and the Doctors - First at the Party - [info]we_us_ours, 2011-04-05 04:21 am UTC
Re: Luna and the Doctors - First at the Party - [info]we_us_ours, 2011-04-05 04:28 am UTC
Re: Luna and the Doctors - First at the Party - [info]fantastique_fem, 2011-04-05 04:38 am UTC
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[info]insane_harry
2011-04-04 09:40 pm UTC (link)
Harry was curious when Hedwig came to him bearing a letter from Luna, and went from being curious to completely confused after that. He could hardly believe the words on the paper, but he thought it was worth a shot. He was bored anyway - no school work, no Quidditch, no Hermione or any of his other friends - so he decided he had nothing to lose by attending the party. This was the same type of reckless curiosity that had compelled him to reply in Tom Riddle's diary a few years ago. Again, he decided not to heed Mr. Weasley's words about being wary of things when you couldn't see where they kept their brains. It was lucky this was not some scam by Lord Voldemort, because Harry would have been screwing himself over without even bothering to think. Again.

Feeling quite silly, Harry closed his eyes, held the invite firmly in his hand, and recited exactly what it told him to.

Within seconds, he opened his eyes again. He was inside an unfamiliar flat - a very colorful one, at that.

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[info]fantastique_fem
2011-04-05 04:42 am UTC (link)
Within seconds of his appearance, Luna saw his familiar face. Considering how she was standing near the beverage machine in the blue part of the flat, and that her friend appeared there too, she couldn't miss him.

"Harry! You got the invitation!" She went over to him, taking her cuppa with her as she smiled brightly.

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[info]insane_harry
2011-04-04 10:14 pm UTC (link)
Clarice was wary of the invite, thinking it some sort of joke.

She paced in her living room, reading the letter over and over and shaking her head. She had no idea who Luna Lovegood, "Smithy," or "Jonesy" were, but she did know the names of the Beatles. But they had disbanded years ago. She remembered riding in her daddy's truck as a little girl and listening to their hits like "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" and "She Loves You" on the radio over and over. She knew her daddy would have wanted her to meet the guys who were behind all that magic. He would have been delighted to see her get their autographs and perhaps pose in a photo with them.

This party sounded like it was going to be a big deal. That concerned her, because she knew a certain cannibal who enjoyed big parties, and eating the guests at them.

What if this was a joke of the Doctor's devising, and he was outside her window now, laughing at her in her state of confusion? He always seemed to know everything about her childhood, even the parts she did not tell him, and he enjoyed taking any bit of that knowledge and teasing her endlessly with it.

Let him laugh, then. She at least had to try what the letter told her. Clarice felt bad packing a concealed weapon for the joyous occasion, but she knew she would want to protect the sheep, if it came down to that. She said the words to herself quietly, and before she knew it, she was in a strange, psychedelic apartment, wearing her good bag and her cheap shoes. She hoped she did not look too much like a rube.

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[info]we_us_ours
2011-04-05 05:18 am UTC (link)
"Oh hello!" Ringo said to the guest who had not been there when he began walking across the white room and into whom he almost bumped. "Orange crush?" he offered the redhead since he hadn't yet taken a sip. "We got a great buffet set up." He glanced toward the blue part of the flat, where amazing foods from the marvelous blue box-thing called TARDIS had been arranged on a table.

Paul, who sat beside the organ and marvelled at what the Doctors had done to make it sound like never before, was obviously close enough to see the new arrival too. The music addict in him almost wanted to turn away. It wasn't every day such fantastic sound could be heard and if this was part of the future, maybe living in the future was the time to be.

But he had been raised properly after all and... a lovely woman like her shouldn't look so concerned, so uptight, should she?

Paul got up, enlivened by his Beatles white knight mode. "Hello. I'm Paul. Pleased you could make it to the party, Miss... ?"

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[info]flight_of_muse
2011-04-05 06:04 am UTC (link)
Though the swaying of the carriage in motion tempted him to sleep, a drowsy yet content Ichabod Crane resisted shutting his eyes. If he did, he couldn't glance at Katrina, who snuggled against him. Her head rested trustingly on his shoulder while she napped lightly, and he did his best not to move too quickly lest he disturb her. She had been through so much of horror and terror, she deserved love and devotion.

He would do his best for her and pray it was enough. More than enough.

To keep himself awake, Ichabod pulled one of his books out of a pocket. Perhaps reading would defeat the idea of not drifting away but doing nothing didn't help--

The book seemed to open by itself and Ichabod's eyes widened. To his surprise, he saw a page he swore had never been in this publication. "What's this?" he wondered out loud, forgetting he'd been sleepy and how his bride-to-be was napping.

Ichabod stared at the very strange words written there. How spooky that this seemed to be his own handwriting but it wasn't anything he had ever inscribed.

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[info]hot_stuff
2011-04-05 09:30 am UTC (link)
Katrina had never felt as content as she did at the moment she left with Ichabod. She never fell for anyone as fast and as easily as for the handsome detective. He was so very intelligent but not arrogant about it, so very handsome but again not arrogant about it. She felt like a silly lovestruck girl with him but she also felt like she was allowed to use her brain, that he even encouraged it. It was not something most men would do, most men would just tell her to be pretty and keep out of the business of men. Ichabod was nothing like that.

She had tried to stay awake, to watch where they were going and enjoy the journey, but she had been so tired and she felt so safe with Ichabod. It felt so nice to be so close to him and before she knew what happened she fell asleep. Happily napping snuggled up to the man she loved, because that was what this was, true love, she was sure of it.

The moment Ichabod spoke Katrina opened her eyes. She blinked a few times before sleepily replying, "What is what, my love?"

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[info]hot_stuff
2011-04-05 09:42 am UTC (link)
George had read the parchment a few times, an invitation to a party. Not just any party, a party in the past. He had read it out loud too, grinning like a fool, he wanted to go! He was sure Fred wanted to go too, how could a Weasley Twin resist a party, any party, but especially a party in the past!

He stood up and held out the parchment for Fred to take. "Come, my brother, there is a party waiting for us to liven it up!" His grin grew from foolish to mischievous, this was going to be so much fun!

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[info]poetic_temper
2011-04-05 01:12 pm UTC (link)
Fred was grinning like mad upon hearing the invite read aloud. "Shall we?" he said dramatically, offering George his arm, then performing Side-Along Apparation to the party. Upon arriving, Fred beamed with joy.

"So much madness to create!" he said, giving his twin a wink.

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[info]poetic_temper
2011-04-05 01:18 pm UTC (link)
Hermione was, indeed, irritated to find that Harry was gone with no note or reason why. That was until an owl arrived with a Howler for her. A party? She wondered if Harry had gone there? She closed her eyes, grasping the Howler before it could explode, and thought emphatically about her destination.

When she opened her eyes, her brows furrowed. "I have never..." she breathed aloud.

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[info]poetic_temper
2011-04-05 01:22 pm UTC (link)
Dean was dumbfounded. Not unusual, but definitely something that frustrated him. This text message was just weird. And it seemed like some witch was playing a trick on him. "Haha, very funny," he said aloud, sarcastically. When no one appeared or said they were pulling his leg, he slumped onto the bed with a frown. "What the hell..." he said before repeating the lines on the screen.

His room dissolved around him and he felt his ass hit the floor hard. "Ow," he said, standing and rubbing his bum, as his gaze took in his surroundings.

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[info]poetic_temper
2011-04-05 01:28 pm UTC (link)
Stefan Salvatore had been brooding. It was his nature to do so, and he did it well. This had taken quite the turn when he and Damon had learned that Katherine was around again. He wanted to keep Elena safe, but figured the best way to do so was staying away.

With a sigh of irritation, he began to pace the room. That was was when a paper airplane flew threw his open window and collided with his head. Rubbing the offended spot, he bent down and unfolded the piece of paper. Reading the contents, he smirked to himself. He read it aloud, and the next thing he knew, he was in a different time. A different place.

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[info]poetic_temper
2011-04-05 01:34 pm UTC (link)
Tonks was in a great mood. She had managed to apprehend a wanted Death Eater... without letting him go. When she arrived home at her flat, she was practically beaming with satisfaction. And, though she knew her home like the back of her hand, she managed to flip over the couch as she danced with happiness. Not embarrassed (as, why should she be? She was at home and alone!), she popped right back up and turned on the stereo. She danced more, this time to a record she thoroughly enjoyed.

Then the record did something unusual. It started talking to her. Inviting her to a party. Tonks snorted, but was nonetheless intrigued. She skipped over, the toe of her shoe accidentally snagging on the carpet and sending her flying. She caught herself on the radio, then sighed. She couldn't be around people - they would laugh her out of the country! But she so wanted to have a good time.

With that thought in mind, and still holding the stereo, she repeated the phrase with closed eyes. She opened them to find herself in a new, marvelous place.

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[info]poetic_temper
2011-04-05 01:38 pm UTC (link)
Eric had been enjoying his time with Sookie. She was a wonderful companion, both warm and kind. This evening, he had been washing her dishes when her telephone rang. He could hear her in the other room, and figured he could answer for her. After all, the people who called here (mostly) knew he was there.

Upon picking up the phone, he said nothing and just listened as a British accent began speaking. He listened as the message replayed itself, before calling out.

"Sookie, you should come listen to this," he said, holding the phone out so she could take it upon entry.

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[info]poetic_temper
2011-04-05 01:42 pm UTC (link)
Rose was so happy. She and Dimitri were trying to make this work, and she couldn't have been more thrilled. She had just exited her room, having taken a shower and changed into her pajamas for the evening. She and Dimitri were going to watch a movie and snuggle, her favorite thing to do these days. Not that she didn't enjoy spending time with Lissa, but she really loved these little moments of win that she had with him.

A knock on the door brought her from her reverie. Pulling it open, she smiled at the man there. He was dressed quite funny, and she crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"I have a singing telegram for you," he replied, then broke out singing the invitation. She listened, beaming.

"Dimitri!" she called, hoping he would agree to let them go.

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[info]insane_harry
2011-04-05 05:50 pm UTC (link)
Lily knew that Severus would not be fond of the idea of a huge party where neither of them had no idea who all had been invited, but she knew he would go, if she expressed enough interest. She held out the letter she had received by owl, from one "Luna Lovegood" - that was certainly an interesting name - and turned on her best charm.

She held on to his arm and they both agreed they would speak the words at the same time. At least if they did it together, she thought, Severus would not feel too ridiculous.

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[info]shelley_runyon
2011-04-05 06:38 pm UTC (link)
Hannibal Lecter did enjoy a good party, as Agent Starling surmised. He was always open to new opportunities, although she was wrong about his cannibalism - he was not one to dine indiscriminately on anyone he came across, he had to have a reason. And that reason, at least as he defined it, was due to rudeness. Hannibal abhorred rudeness, and reasoned that by removing the offenders, he was making the world a better place in which to live.

His own invitation to the party had arrived disguised as a delicate origami crane. It reminded him of the handiwork of Lady Murasaki, although of course it could not be. As he carefully unfolded the intricate piece of paper, for a moment he caught a whiff of her fragrance, a memory of what once was. He held the paper against his chest and inhaled. In the next moment, he had somehow moved to a difference place completely.

Now this was very interesting indeed. Somehow he didn't think even Mason Verger had the means to accomplish something of this magnitude. He found himself within an apartment of some sort, with four doors of varying hues. He found it reminiscent of the artwork of an artist that was popular during the 70's - Peter Max. Very curious indeed.

He glanced around him, at his surroundings, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

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Enter the Colonel - [info]flight_of_muse, 2011-04-11 06:19 pm UTC
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[info]shelley_runyon
2011-04-05 10:18 pm UTC (link)
Lucius Malfoy had a raging headache. He'd spent the entire day at the Ministry, doing Lord Voldemort's wishes Granted, he was not an employee in the way of the other unfortunates who punched the clock. He received no salary, nor did he recognize any sort of superior being from whom to take orders. Nonetheless he found it tedious, and infurating. And he was becoming increasingly disenchanted with the wizard whom he'd been following since he was an idealistic teen.

Well, he was approaching forty and he wasn't quite so naive anymore. And he was realizing that Voldemort was a very cruel man.

Hastening home to Malfoy Manor, to his beloved Narcissa, he stalked through the foyer, heading up the stairs to find his wife, longing for her gentle soothing touch upon his beleaguered brow. He snarled at the house elf who dared to try to take his cane, whacking him with it instead. "Get away from me!" he cried.

Searching the manor for his wife, he became more and more agitated, his patrician feet clacking angrily downstairs again. Ah, there she was. In the conservatory. A missive was in her hand. He came up behind her, putting his arms about her, relieved to be with her again. "What's that you have, love?" he asked, noticing the rather crisp parchment she held. Something rather formal. Official even. He hoped it wasn't some boring event they were being invited to.

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[info]shelley_runyon
2011-04-05 10:25 pm UTC (link)
Sirius Black was not the sort to unnecessarily whine, being of a good natured disposition and a generally good sport. But he'd been cooped up in Grimmauld place for seemingly forever, and he couldn't even dare to venture out on his occasional forays as Padfoot for Albus had put his ancient wizardly foot down in no uncertain terms, admonishing Sirius to stay put! As if he were speaking to a dog. Indeed!

It also didn't help that sometimes Remus Lupin, Sirius' longtime lover and best friend, had Order business to attend to, or that Sirius felt he should be helping him to attend to said business. He was a valuable member of that selfsame Order, was he not? Had been for years, ever since the first war against old Voldy. He was dying to get at him again, to tear him a new a-hole. But he was stuck here, much again his wishes, in the home that he hated so much.

When Remus walked in the door, Sirius fairly jumped his bones, he was so excited to see him, and for a few moments, the poor lycanthrope could not even get in a word of anything because Sirius had siriusly engaged his lips otherwise. Finally, Sirius allowed him to come up for air, just as an owl made its appearance.

How curious!

Sirius held out his arm, and the small creature landed upon it. He removed a rolled bit of parchment from one of the owl's talons, then offered it a bite of nosh, which it took gratefully before disappearing once again. Sirius unrolled the missive, and read it quickly, his eyes growing excited as he handed it to Remus to peruse.

A party! Just the thing, his weary heart sang! A change to get out of this blasted place and have some fun. Maybe even wear some nice clothes, for a change. And dance with his beloved!

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[info]hot_stuff
2011-04-06 03:48 pm UTC (link)
Ares entered his temple in a great mood, he had visited some pretty nymphs for a few days, they loved to pamper him all they wanted in return was his impressive 'skills' in bed and a promise that he would not stay away for decades again. He had fun and of course he would not stay away as long this time. The question why he didn't visit nymphs more often he could not answer.

He moved over to his thrown when he spotted a parchment on his altar, that didn't happen often anymore. They appeared with pleas from warlords for support or from mothers for a blessing on a son in the army a lot in the old days, but these days people did not worship like that anymore. He picked the scroll up with a grin, life really good today.

"Invited to a party...." He did not have to think about that twice, he said the words making them thunder around Olympus and appeared in a big poof of blue smoke at the party. He made the parchment disappear and put his hand on the impressive broadsword always hanging at his side. He knew this was just a party, but better safe then sorry.

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[info]hot_stuff
2011-04-06 04:29 pm UTC (link)
Boreas had been looking around town and enjoyed the way people responded to his special kind of charm. He had met some nice people and he knew that there were some that would potential customers. There were always people who needed his special kind of service, people who needed dreams to come true.

The moment he walked into the door he spotted the brightly colored envelope on the floor, it looked like someone pushed it under his door. When he read the note inside he smiled, a party! Nothing better then a party for someone like Boreas.

He read the invitation again, the getting there was a bit silly but it could not hurt to try, could it? He said the words out loud and appeared at the apartment. He smiled as he saw that the party was already on the way.

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[info]jasalwaysknows
2011-04-07 09:14 pm UTC (link)
Jasper arrived at the party freshly satiated, as he had just gone hunting. Parties were difficult for him. Any event was, if it had a significant amount of human bodies. The first thing he noticed upon arrival was the scent of warm blood, tinny and delicious. Thanks to hunting, he could distract himself from it by perceiving the general elated mood of the whole place. Jasper's keen senses also told him that other vampires were nearby. He sighed, wishing he had brought his brother. His mind-reading talent would have been useful right now.

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Luna and Harry
[info]fantastique_fem
2011-04-10 03:11 am UTC (link)
When she looked around during chatter with George and Ringo, Luna's eyes spotted Harry in a corner. She couldn't miss the misery of her friend. Being concerned, she excused herself so she could find out what had gone wrong.

"Harry?" Luna reached for his hand, touching him assuringly like she had done before. "Let's go talk?"

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Lily and Luna
[info]insane_harry
2011-04-23 07:41 pm UTC (link)
Lily had not been able to enjoy her elation of the evening for long. She felt bad about Harry. Even though she didn't know him well, he seemed nice. Nicer than James, anyway. He had walked away without stirring up a fuss or fighting; that certainly wasn't like his father, if his father was indeed James Potter. Lily had asked Severus to just wait for her; this was something she needed to do alone.

Lily walked back inside the flat, scanning all over for the doppelganger of James Potter. She saw no sign of the boy anywhere. Maybe he had stepped away to get a drink or use the restroom. She would wait and keep looking around. Lily had to at least apologize to him for her behavior earlier, if nothing else.

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