In the wee hours of the morning, in the Kashtta Tower, Suzie is building something. It's taking up most of a conference table, and serves no discernible purpose. It has pendulums and lights which flicker on and off through scavenged bits of coloured glass, held in place by curling wire. It has ornate hour and minute hands from an antique clock, ( Read more... )

04:00 - In the Kashtta Tower, soft music is floating from the piano room tucked back by the cursed hallway.

It's not terribly good music.

J picked his way through a primer someone had left on their piano, and is now demonstrating minimal proficiency at having memorized any of the songs. He can pretty reliably hit the first few bars of Ode to Joy ( Read more... )

February so far has been cold, dismal, and trying, but not nearly so much as January or the tail end of December ( Read more... )

[[Forward-dated to Sunday afternoon. Party post. Open to everyone, even if you don't know the happy couple- this is as much a celebration of two years of survival as it is a wedding.]]

The wedding reception is being held at the Grand Ballroom, familiar to some as the same ballroom the Christmas Ball was held a year ago. It's also been decorated ( Read more... )

It's closer now, so close he can feel the energy building in his solar plexus, coiled and waiting between surges, can feel his hearts straining, and it's all right, for once. Time to go and all that, and so he tosses a grin at Rose through the pain, says his last words -- fantastic last words, really -- and throws his head back. He's overwhelmed ( Read more... )