Holiday Ghost Event: Road Less Traveled

[shnpc]

WHO: Everyone, affected and not
TONE: Not of this world
RATING: PG
WHEN: December 11th through 12th
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
WHAT: Due to visiting holiday ghosts, some students and staff find themselves living as they would have if something in their lives did or didn't happen. An alternate version who could be better or worse off!
NOTE: This signals the event start. Use any posting format you want, and feel free to post about this as well on the journals!

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[wwishful]

[Murdoc, now Muirín according to her, is striding down the halls of the school trying not to look openly confused. She knows where she is, but something certainly feels...off. She isn't lost. No, never. She knows this school like the back of her hand. The way she's looking around seems to indicate that she isn't so sure of herself afterall.

She'll be pretty easy to recognise. Despite being an entirely different gender, she still has the scars on her face. She couldn't find HER clothes, so she's wearing meticulously resized men's clothes that will probably be familiar.]

[grandhighwizard]

[ ... hmm. It's not hard to see what's happened here, especially considering his own recent stint as an awkward teen again. Time to gloat a little!]

Donoghue. Have you decided to become a transvestite?

[bubblingover]

[So, Feferi is trying to find her dad, she needs some help with homework, but of course she doesn't know that she isn't going to find father but a mother figure instead.

She finally does found him. She immediately recognizes the back of the robes, she ignores the long hair, thinking maybe some spell went wrong, and calls out to him.]

Hey da- Professor, i am glad i found you i've been looking for you everywhere!!

[arrogantalloy]

[Walking down the hall, heading for food. Tony stops as he sees the teacher heading towards him. Looking her up and down, he's sure he knows the clothes, but is suddenly unsure as to why she'd be wearing him. Not only that she's a woman he hasn't seen before and so he's very curious.]

Huh, he works quick. I'm actually impressed.

[He's talking out loud, and to himself. Nothing really new for him.]

[mysterytwin]

[Something doesn't seem quite right.

It probably had something to do with the fact that he was wearing Ravenclaw robes.

Dipper frowned as he walked down the charms hallway, tie and robe draped over his bookbag. He didn't really care if he got into trouble with the teachers for being out of uniform, someone had somehow either changed the colour of his robes or taken his and replaced them with someone else's.

Quite frankly, he supposed he should be glad it wasn't Hufflepuff colours, but nonetheless he was annoyed. Two names crossed his mind as to who could be behind this.

All he had to do was find them and give them a piece of his mind.]

[mo_cara]

[Everyone who knows Gamzee knows he has kind of an unpredictable temper. It's usually activated by someone slighting someone he cares about, though, and he'd gotten a lot better since his first year, when he'd actually bitten some other students and nearly got kicked out of the school. What he's not, is usually randomly destructive.

Which makes it really surprising to see him with a cricket bat, going to town on one of the suits of armor. The thick wood slams into the metal, making a terrible racket, as he rants, alternating between a dangerously quiet voice and a scream of what sounds like pure rage.]

You better GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE, MOTHERFUCKER! [wham, wham!] Don't you even be thinking, DON'T YOU THINK, I didn't see you! MOTHERFUCKIN' BLASPHEMER! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT! [wham, wham, WHAM!]

[candycrabapple]

[Karkat comes along the scene, himself someone not at all the same as his normal self. Frowning he starts to approach Gamzee, looking very unimpressed.]

Hey! Cut that out. It's school property and you know it.

[doctorkishitani]

[Shinra's making his way towards the Great Hall when he catches sight of Gamzee doing something decidedly idiosyncratic, but that was to be expected. He quickens his pace, excitedly making his way over to the other boy.]

Hello Gamzee! I was hoping to run into... [He trails off, standing off to the side and watching Gamzee assault the suit of armour for a long moment. This was decidedly unusual. But perhaps it was best to avoid mentioning the sudden shift in mood for the time being.] Where did you find a cricket bat?

AU kurloz is suicidal, clearly

[innocent_insanity]

[Cue the other Makara whom everyone knows to be mute. And a bit reluctant to be too physical with others.

Yet there he comes ambling down the hall and putting his arms around Gamzee's shoulders and resting his chin on the younger boy's head. He's not even trying to be annoying, he just figured this would catch Gamzee's attention fastest.]

Motherfucking bro, WHAT'S GOT YOU ALL UP AND FUCKING ENRAGED on this finest of FINE DAYS?

[3houseswatson]

[They'd broken in, blowing the door off the hinges. There had been pain - the horrible, all-over burn of nerve endings tormented with dark magic. Then one of them raised his wand high, and there was a blinding flash of green light. This was the last thing John Watson remembered before he died.

He comes to awareness with a shout so loud and raw that it would have made his lungs ache if he still had them. If there was anything between his death and his sudden, completely unwanted awakening as a ghost, he didn't remember it.

He doesn't know why he's in Hogwarts and not where he actually died. He doesn't know how long its been since his death. Really, he's only sure about two things:

1) He is very, very dead.

2) He is furious.]

[ooc: For this event, John's torture under Crucio was brief... because his Death Eater attackers used Avada Kedavra on him. This AU version of him died a few months after turning 15, during the summer before the start of his 5th year. He has not always been a ghost in the intervening time; suddenly appearing as a ghost is a very unwelcome surprise.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

Fuck!

[Normally, such a sudden shock as a ghost appearing out of nowhere with a yell loud enough to, well, wake the dead, would have sent Mituna Captor into some kind of panicked fit. Today, however, there's something notably different about him. He's not jumpy, or twitchy, and there's a spark of fierce intelligence in his eyes that's been missing for the past couple of years.

At least, for those who have known him in his normal timeline, it has.

It's a nasty surprise that sends the boy back a couple of feet, one hand clutched over his heart as it pounds, and boy does he ever look pissed off.]

What the fucking hell is wrong with you?!

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock hadn't really any plans other than to see about getting some ingredients from his potions professor. Spying a transparent John was...

His stomach sank.

His blood felt cold.

His chest hurt.

It took far too long to notice John was shorter as far as his "non-existent" heart was concerned. John's hair was longer--cut differently. He wasn't wearing his school uniform. He seemed... off. Sherlock kept his hopes high as he walked over to the specter.]

John.

[marshall_lee]

[Marshall is wandering the halls with a confused look on his face. Why is he here now? He was kicked out a few months ago. Did they change their minds and spirit him away back here? And things were a little...off. He didn't recognize anyone he passed at all.]

"Weird..."


[OOC: For the event Marshall is very much alive and still very much from the time period when he died. He'll speak a little more formally and his accent will be more pronounced.]

[wavesofjade]

[She's on her way to the hospital wing, for now blissfully unaware of what's happening, and as she passes Marshall she's about to smile and wave, then notices he looks a little.. unsettled.]

Marshall? Are you alright, dear?

[ihaveanappforthat]

[The raven haired male is currently adorned in an unusual color. Ravenclaw blue replaces the typical Slytherin green. His whiskey colored eyes seem to rove around the halls, confusion and slight apprehension very visible on his face. He doesn't recognize a lot of the other students, and the ones he does either seem different or are in the wrong robes. At first he began thinking it's a practical joke then he decided from observing their behavior that it indeed was not.

His posture is defensive, hunching into himself slightly as he makes his way to the Ravenclaw Commonroom. All the while he mutters quietly to himself, making slight observations and asking himself quiet questions. If anyone listens hard enough, they will immediately notice the unfamiliar Portlaoise accent that replaces his typical Dublin accent.

He notices quickly that other people seem disgruntled too, so he assumes that something odd is going on not only to him.]

[preanimator]

[Herbert notes the odd robes in passing, then frowns, as he sees the other boy is heading in the same direction as he.]

If you think Ravenclaw robes are going to get you into our tower, Moriarty, you must have hit your head somewhere along the way. You could just have Holmes meet you out here, honestly.

[catblog]

[At this point, Molly wasn't too sure why she hasn't been affected by this curse. It was the second time in a row that she wasn't sure what was going on but...that was starting to get normal this time of the year. As she was walking down the hallway, she was noticing the castle was up to something again. Everyone was acting rather...strange.

She wasn't sure if she should talk to some of them but if it was anything like the previous event, it wouldn't hurt. So, as she was heading toward the Hufflepuff tower, she noticed Moriarty. She wasn't sure if she should talk to him but he was acting rather strange. The most important feature about him was that he was wearing the Ravenclaw colors. Huh.]

You seem a little different.

[helmetdoesnothing]

Accio.

[The spell is cast effortlessly, and the book that he wants is in his hand in moments. Mituna smiles to himself - an expression that's almost a smirk - and opens it. He's been sat there for a while now, outside under a tree near the lake, practicing magic far too advanced for someone of his age.

Anyone who had been watching him would have already witnessed him casting spells such as Incendio and Alarte Ascendare, and at one point there had been a small, bumblebee-shaped patronus flitting about him. For anyone being affected by the strange happenings in the castle, this may not be such an odd sight. For those who aren't.. well, Mituna hasn't been capable of such things for over two years.

The boy lifts his wand confidently, and with a small flick of his wrist, freezes a leaf in mid-air as it drifts by his face.]


[[ooc: this event, Mituna was still tortured, but it didn't break him. In fact it only fuelled his desire to learn more, to advance as far as he could. He was already taking advanced classes in his third year, and he continued them.]]

1/4 haha

[latulamatata]

[The Quidditch practice was tiring for someone who wasn't used to it, especially when it was so cold. It was still new for her to be in an actual Quidditch team after being so independent on making her own practice for so long - but it was an experience she was loving so far. And it made her feel better to know she was trying her best not only for herself anymore, but for her own house as well.

When she is about to leave the grounds to go to the common room, she catches Mituna under a tree in a glance. Her immediate thought was that he forgot what was the common's room password again, so he was probably killing time, but once she witnesses him casting perfect spells, she simply freezes.

What?]

[accioleggings]

[Oh no, did Mituna get locked out of Ravenclaw tower again? Strange that he'd come outside though and not be sitting outside the door. Wait- is that a patronus? When did Mituna learn how to make a patronus? Even before what had happened he'd been too young to learn that spell.]

What're you reading, 'Tu?

[insuffera6les9n9rus]

[Kankri Vantas, aged 33, is alive and well and on a mission from his office in the Spirit Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. There's been some unrest among the ghosts at Hogwarts, and he was assigned to conduct interviews as means of acting as liason between his office and the living impaired.

Or so he believes.

So he's wandering the halls that he last remembers walking as a student, marveling at how little has changed.]

[wavesofjade]

[And here's Dolores, now aware of what's happening - or, at least, what she thinks might be happening - and looking a little harried for it. No doubt the hospital wing will be filling up again soon but at least she's on-hand to take care of it instead of being one of the ones bearing watching.

She almost passes by Kankri, then stops and turns on her heel.]

Salvador! Do you have a moment?

[candycrabapple]

[Karkat walks down the corridor, the usual scowl on his face isn't there. He instead just has a normal thoughtful look on his face as he walks towards a class books in arms. He's noticing the strangeness around him but is just shaking it off as just stupid school nonsense.]



((OOC: Karkat's RLT is that his parents never died, his father was never stationed over seas. His parents were always there for him and he has a healthy relationship with his family. Karkat is just a normal teen boy. Still overly wordy but doesn't really swear either.))

[innocent_insanity]

[Kurloz is seated at one of the larger windowsills in the castle hallways, playing a bittersweet tune on his fiddle rather than the usual jigs associated with the instrument.

What anyone who knows Kurloz should note is that his fiddle doesn't have a skeletal torso painted on it.]

[bev_rage]

[Roxy, being Roxy, cannot just let nice Slytherin boys play sad music on their own. She has to ~*~INVESTIGATE~*~.]

What're you playing?

[allamericanreject]

[Alfred's holding his cat while peeking out at the courtyard, seated against a stone divider wall between some pillars. He's quiet and keeping to himself, moreso than normal, and looks far less cheerful than usual. His robes are loose-fitting, like he's not quite grown into them, and that's not far from the mark; he's thinner than usual.

His cat meows loudly, squirming in his grip and slipping away. Alfred lets him, only for the cat to sit a foot away from him and stare at him oddly, like he knows something's wrong with his owner.]

Come on, Tony. I'm not in the mood to play. Be good.





(OoC: For this event, Alfred's father was killed in an "accident" during the First Wizarding War, a few years back, and its given him a somber personality, since he doesn't feel it was an accident and that his family was targeted for harboring a muggle-born. He's also very work-oriented and practices magic a great deal.)

[catblog]

[It was one of those strange events that Molly wasn't sure what was going on. She was going out of her way to pretend that everything was normal since it seemed like the default thing to do. While everyone in the hufflepuff dorm was acting out, she decided to go to the courtyard to study some more.

There she noticed a boy playing around with his cat. Or rather, he was telling him to stop bothering him. Hm...]

It seems like he does and when cats wants to play, they won't stop until you do.

[greenteengenius]

[The difference isn't immediately obvious. It's only when Lyrl starts puffing up the stairs that anything seems wrong. Normally Lyrl makes a habit of using the stairs as a playground, jumping from banister to banister whenever he hasn't got books to carry. Now just the effort of climbing seems to tire him.

This is a Lyrl who didn't spend all his life in hiding in the woods, but spent it behind a desk at Hogwarts instead. And he's terribly out of shape!]

[catblog]

[Hi Lyrl, don't mind a Molly just...staring at you]

Um...do you need some help?