So there are rumors flying around that Russia may soon decouple from the Internet at large, and this place would disappear along with the rest of Livejournal. I'd hate to see so much great roleplay history vanish in a puff of politics.

I see this comm already has a counterpart registered on Dreamwidth. Hoping maybe whoever has control of that is still about and willing to copy the place over.

If not, it was an honor playing with all of you, and I hope everyone's doing okay and has moved on to other amazing and fun things since we left the halls of Hogwarts.

Flitting by to drop a blessing on any former students or teachers who may still happen by.

[Waves] [Just to say hi and Merry Christmas to whoever's still around, and just in case Livejournal takes it into their heads to start purging inactive comms.]

The Master found it harder than expected to compose his note to the Doctor.... the Doctor as he had been so long ago. He could barely recall how it was between them, it was so long ago.

But finally, he produced a letter in an elegant hand.

My dear Doctor,

As we discussed, there is an establishment in this school suitable for a gentleman's relaxation. The enclosed map will direct you there, and no where else. Shall we meet for drinks at seven?

With a sharp pang, he signed his name in Gallifreyan.

When exactly meeting up for drinks with the Master had become a regular thing, Rory wasn't sure. But it helped, having one other person around who understood things. Even if that one person was a megalomaniacal alien.

They were in the Ravenclaw bar, because the drinks in Ravenclaw had substantially less chance of causing anything embarrassing to happen, like getting into fights or long involved discussions of root vegetables. And Rory was experimenting with the iSieve. From the device, a little voice proclaimed "Prisoner Zero will vacate the human residence..."

A blue box gradually appeared, harked by its eerie, otherworldly klaxon… albeit one that wasn’t working as smoothly as it should have, by the sound of it. It flickered as if reluctant to solidify into existence, and the settled on visibility with a violent blink. Even it’s sound shut off rapidly, and there was an ominous bang from the inside. A moment after the door opened and a man exited, bringing with him a puff of smoke. He coughed discreetly and brushed his plum velvet coat and black cape with a brilliant purple satin lining somewhat indignantly, before looking around himself.

“Well, it’s not where I left at least… but where is it then…” he muttered to himself.

It looked like Earth, possibly even England, though not the time period he’d just left (and that was the first time in a while, he had to be getting better at this fixing business)… and yet not quite right. He gave a wide berth to a particularly unpleasant looking hat, and instead went to inspect a table, which seemed to be empty, but perhaps-- the Doctor’s eyebrows rose as a piece of paper and a quill shimmered into existence on the table. Now this was certainly not technology from any of humanity’s older periods. And a school of magic? Probably another embarrassing ploy from the Master, he really had to stop dabbling with this sort of thing. But for now, he might as well go with it.

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Waking up feeling as though one has just stepped out from a vat of warm butter is a very curious sensation. Waking up feeling as though one has just stepped out from a vat of warm butter for the second time in one's life is stranger still.

After a quick pat down to make sure that he was still intact, or as intact as he last recalled himself being, Jonathan Teatime looked around the vaguely familiar, butter-scented room he found himself in. There was little in said room beyond giant kernels of popcorn in even larger glass boxes, but Teatime had seen far stranger things on the bottom of his shoe (often after taking a walk around the Unseen University). Nothing so terribly odd about over-sized seeds.

What was odd was that he remembered being here before, and remembered remembering as well.

There was a strange sort of layering of memories tucked neatly away in the popcorn maze of his mind, foggy then distant then crystal clear as he rifled back through them. There were... shards, flickers of a name just out of reach and the taste of cherries. Then little more than impressions, tiny blips of an office and of plans and that name again, why couldn't he remember that name?  Then there was a sword through his chest and that, that he remembered clearly.

Teatime wiped the worst of the butter off of his clothes. Staying put wasn't going to make any of this clearer, and those giant kernels did not interest him. He slipped on a smile and out of the room, choosing a direction at random to begin wandering.

Coraline was ever so slightly lost.

This didn't worry her as much as it might have. The castle had a tendency to move bits of itself around when she wasn't looking, and she was used to it by now. And she'd learned a spell that made her wand point towards the north, so she could tell she was moving more or less the right way.

She had been walking for a while, though, and no one else seemed to be around. So when she heard sounds coming from one of the classrooms as she passed, she opened the door a little and cautiously peeked inside.

The world waivers, and then there is a giant spider standing in the room. It looks around for a bit, then grab the paper and reads it over. The magic quill writes out its responses with some confusion, if a writing implement can be confused.
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ETA: The Guide recognizes that, as some of you may be aware, the Guide was at some point materially involved with an incident involving the destruction of the planet known as "Earth" in all then-accessible timelines. While we are quite pleased to see that this destruction was incomplete, we would like to take this opportunity to note that the destruction in question occurred after a hostile corporate takeover of the Guide by the Vogon Constructor Fleet. While, in the aftermath of said takeover and its eventual reversal, the Guide does maintain a semi-sapient status, the Guide has since been enhanced with a simulated editorial board and simulated legal department. As a result, the Guide no longer has any intention of contributing to the demolition of planets known as "Earth", especially when the Guide maintains a presence on such planets.

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The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is prepared to offer permanent guest-list status at Stavromula Beta, the most extensive list of singles clubs and cocktail recipes in the galaxy, the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything, a towel, and our continued discretion regarding that incident in Belg---.