Find the Horcruxes (crack/au)

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. )

Chicago, 1926...or rather, Hogsmeade, Indiana. This is the land that time forgot, far away from the flappers and gangsters and coppers and crooks of the big city. Here the fields run gold and green and mules still pull more plows than tractors do.

Singularly out of place in this land is one Sturgis Podmore, Private Investigator. When we last saw the detective he'd narrowly escaped having his brains blown out for the second time in as many days. Now, with apologies for interruption caused by the writer's cold, we will see if his luck holds...and find out just why Benjamin Fenwick met his end much too young.


( Think you'd like to tell us your name now, or didn't anybody teach you any manners up there in the big city? )

South of Chicago, the air clears and the sun shines. Shadows dissipate, light softens, and the tall, forbidding buildings are replaced with fields and pasture. In 1926, this is a land far removed from the gangsters and politicians that keep court in the city.

That's where Sturgis Podmore, Private Investigator, is bound for today. When we last saw the detective he was diving for cover from the fire of a tommy gun. Today, the world is more peaceful...so far, anyway.

( He distrusted so much open land and air, and it wasn't just because he'd had to dive for cover just the night before. )

Welcome back to the Windy City, locked in a heatwave and a never-ending struggle for power. The politicians have dinner with the gangsters, the cops are the real criminals, and sometimes the ones they call criminals are your only friends.

One of the few honest men left in that world is Sturgis Podmore, Private Investigator. When we last saw the detective he was on his way out of the Cook County Jail, having had a talk with accused murderer Regulus Black and caught sight of his worst enemy: notoriously crooked cop Dylan Selwyn.

But every day falls to night, and this night finds the detective once more in his office. As usual, he's got a lot to think about...

( Night fell faster on the South Side, or at least it felt that way. )

In Chicago, 1926, everybody's got something to hide. They all have secrets, buried in gardens and stowed in basements and sometimes sent to the morgue. Regulus Black stumbled into some of those secrets, and now he's sitting in the Cook County Jail. Given that Benjy Fenwick did the same and got a closed-casket funeral for his trouble, Black should probably count himself lucky.

One man who's learned that indeed you may count no man lucky until he is dead is detective for hire Sturgis Podmore. When we last saw the detective he was at the notorious South Side speakeasy known as the Hogshead, looking for information. Now, let us rejoin him on the case...

( He had wanted to punish the guilty and protect the innocent. He wanted to find out the truth and stand up to speak in court for the people who couldn't speak for themselves. Now, after two years of barely making rent or making a difference, Podmore had a chance to do it. )

Hey guys! I know that all of you aren't on my CDJ flist (WHY NOT? I'm at fatherguacamole) and so I thought I'd make a little jaunt over here. Those of you that have played with me in the past know that I tend to make soundtracks for my characters. I'm a little (cough cough) obsessive about it.

I just posted my first soundtrack of the game for Barty, located here. It's unlocked for now; I'll probably leave it that way for a week or so. Either way - FREE MUSIC, YA'LL.

And I promise that the other soundtracks won't be as creepy. But it's Barty. Creepy is sorta necessary.

<3 Whit