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entrancelogs2016-10-01 01:30 pm
fulllifeconsequences) wrote in entrancelogs2016-10-01 01:30 pm
Entry tags:
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- gravity falls: stanley pines,
- gravity falls: wendy corduroy,
- heroes: peter petrelli,
- lost girl: kenzi malikov,
- lucifer: lucifer morningstar,
- marvel: clint barton,
- marvel: darcy lewis,
- marvel: natasha romanoff,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- penny dreadful: victor frankenstein,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- the amazing spider-man: peter parker,
- the picture of dorian gray: dorian gray,
- the vampire diaries: damon salvatore,
- the vampire diaries: elena gilbert,
- the vampire diaries: katherine pierce,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- uncharted: rafe adler,
- undertale: chara,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- undertale: toriel,
- voltron: pidge gunderson
[OPEN MINGLE] Or perhaps in Slytherin
Who: Slytherin House! (And friends and visitors, of course!)
Where: Slytherin Common Room, Quidditch Pitch, various places around Hogwarts
When: Duration of the event
Rating: G (will edit as necessary)
Summary: Slytherin open log!
The Story:
The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs.
The common room has changed, somewhat, from its historical description, thanks to the decorative powers of one Mettaton. Though it still extends beneath the lake and thus retains a greenish, aquatic cast, it's much more brightly lit, its cold, damp atmosphere replaced with dazzling MTT-brand warmth. Even the giant squid, occasionally peering in as it does its rounds of the lake, seems just a shade more glamorous inside such a charming space.
Students - and a ghost or two - can be found nestled within its confines, plotting mischief around the fire, studiously doing their homework (as good students do), or perhaps trading Chocolate Frog trading cards. Though Slytherin is not especially well-known for its wide-open, trusting nature, Slytherins are known for not snitching on each other; if a guest or two were to creep in for a while, then odds are, nobody saw anything.
Where: Slytherin Common Room, Quidditch Pitch, various places around Hogwarts
When: Duration of the event
Rating: G (will edit as necessary)
Summary: Slytherin open log!
The Story:
The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs.
The common room has changed, somewhat, from its historical description, thanks to the decorative powers of one Mettaton. Though it still extends beneath the lake and thus retains a greenish, aquatic cast, it's much more brightly lit, its cold, damp atmosphere replaced with dazzling MTT-brand warmth. Even the giant squid, occasionally peering in as it does its rounds of the lake, seems just a shade more glamorous inside such a charming space.
Students - and a ghost or two - can be found nestled within its confines, plotting mischief around the fire, studiously doing their homework (as good students do), or perhaps trading Chocolate Frog trading cards. Though Slytherin is not especially well-known for its wide-open, trusting nature, Slytherins are known for not snitching on each other; if a guest or two were to creep in for a while, then odds are, nobody saw anything.
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[That's all the confirmation they need, and Frisk smiles brightly. Another day, another caper, you know how it is.]
We've all got our interests, right? No shame in that!
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No shame.A whole lot of trouble we'd be in if we were caught though. What brings you to the restricted section of the library anyway?
[He doesn't know if he's actually looking for an honest answer here. After all, they both kind of agree to not ask and not tell on each other]
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[Frisk quirks one brow upward skeptically, but they shrug and fire off an answer anyway, because he's got a good track record on not tattling - and he's older, so he's probably brushed aside that childish urge to be the first to tell teacher.]
Just doing some light reading, you know.
[Yes Frisk, that bricklike tome you're perusing certainly qualifies as "light".]
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I've never seen more light reading.
[The smile on his face widens even as he shakes his head]
There's a lot of dark stuff over here, Frisk. You've got to be careful.
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Please. My parents are both goat monsters. I'm not sure how much darker things can get when I'm getting "hey, are you the spawn of Satan?" thrown at me all the dang day.
[If they're bothered by this little tidbit, they don't show it. They've learned to shrug such things off. Had to adapt very quickly.]
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People really give you that bull? [He shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest. He's out of books in his hand, but-]/ They shouldn't.
[He knows it doesn't stop them, but]
I hate people sometimes.
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[Frisk smiles, and they wish bitterly - and not for the first time - that they had the kind of smile that Toriel sometimes knows to flash toward those who are particularly disrespectful, the kind of expression that reminds you that she's got fangs.
But alas, they're a mere human, and a rather diminutive one at that. So they get by. They shrug fluidly, shaking their hair out of their eyes.]
Most people don't realize that by calling me a "monster," they're dispensing a compliment.
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[Peter grimaces then and leans back against the bookshelf. One would think magic would be full of people with more open minds, but sometimes Hogwarts can be full of very old witches and wizards and bloodlines, which have very closed off opinions. He slides his glasses up the bridge of his nose, tapping his pencil lightly on the bookshelf.
He's wiry and clumsy. He's been bullied in Hogwarts before, but-]
The fact they don't mean it as a compliment makes them an asshole, but I'm glad you take it that way yourself since you shouldn't have to deal with it.
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[Their smile is both wry and rueful. They've learned to drive themselves like a spike through things they should not be able to change, be the circuit that alters their own destiny. They've learned to turn sharp words into water off a hippogriff's back.]
Monsters are far superior to humans, anyway.
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[They deserve more regardless, but the wizarding world isn't going to change over night, and Peter may want to fight against the injustices of the world, but he only knows how to search pointless mysteries right now, which lead nowhere. He's angry on their behalf. Sometimes, for a Ravenclaw, he has a lot of anger.]
How so?
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[Is that a tome regarding the nuances of learning to become an Animagus in their hands? Possibly, possibly. That's one step closer to monsterhood, and it's better than being pure, boring old human.]
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[However, logically, it would make sense. Being made of magic, they would use magic so easily. Peter sometimes is too... tense to use magic very well]
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[Frisk you're like twelve stop trying to sound like an intellectual. That's all Chara's influence rubbing off on them, naturally - and, by extension, Toriel's. She always knows how to phrase things so they sound all professional and grandiose.]
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[Peter clears his throat as if realizing he is rambling a little about very nerdy things, because... Ravenclaw. He slides his hand behind his neck, making a face at himself.]
Sorry. Basically, if they're made of magic, it makes sense even without the numbers.
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[Frisk laughs. It's all right, though. Honestly, you don't get to be friends with Dipper Pines without getting accustomed to a little exposition-spouting here and again.]
Don't worry. I know enough Ravenclaws to know this is pretty typical for you guys.
[But their grin is fond.]
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The Sorting Hat took about .5 seconds. Didn't even consider the other options likely because I was trying to decide what factors went into each house and if it all weighed out evenly in terms of probability of being selected--
Anyway. The hat barely sat on my head. I know sometimes it has to decide between a couple of houses but not for me.
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[They say it slyly, though not unkindly.]
Please, one of my best friends is Dipper Pines. You know he's about as Ravenclaw as he comes. There's nothing wrong with that.
[They've got a great deal of respect for Ravenclaws. The Hat had considered them for that House as well, but Frisk had very firmly settled the conundrum for it. They knew precisely where they wanted to be, and where they wanted to be was where Chara was headed. So Slytherin it was.]
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It saves Peter the trouble of figuring it out himself through socialization which he tends to be bad at.]
Yeah, Dipper's one of my closest friends too. We're very Ravenclaw together, but not in the old traditional, rule bound way which states Houses have to be separate. I know I come from non magical parents, but honestly, it's all ridiculous.
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[But it's always easier to joke about these things than acknowledge them in any serious fashion, isn't it? They know how to talk about things like this. Dance about the issue. Present it in ways that are palatable, that can be shrugged off with laughs, even uncomfortable ones.
Wouldn't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable, would they?]
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He should have been locked up if he even tried. [To burn them at the stake.]
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...attic. Right up their attic.]
Yes, well. [Frisk shrugs, seemingly unperturbed.] There's a reason that no one should be regarding his word as law anymore.
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They bloody well better get there.
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[Frisk's chipper tone belies the darker undercurrent to the words. They've no fondness for the moniker of "Mudblood" that still gets thrown about with impunity, particularly at Chara or themself.]
I suppose there are better ways to get there other than challenging every living soul who dares say so to a duel, but...
[They trail off, shrugging, with an unrepentant smirk. Go ahead and stop them, why don't you?]
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I can't think of a better way. Mostly I get really upset, which doesn't exactly change anything either at least you do something.
Hopefully you kick their arse in that duel every time. [Cause that would make him very happy to know.]
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[Which is why they usually stick to being their second, even if Frisk is no slouch themself.]
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