It's snowing on New York city, and it's a weekend early morning. She hasn't slept yet - it's one of those things where after a diner shift, she let Caroline pass out in her pink vagina, made cupcakes all night, watched the sun rise, then decided to take Chestnut out on a walk ( Read more... )

There have been rumors about an event - a tourney, wherein men would fight to show their greatest might, and ladies would cheer them, and grant them their favour if they did well ( Read more... )

It's been a few days since everything broke loose. Mansion dwellers counted their dead and their disappeared, mourned as they could, healed who could be healed, and treasures of creativity were found to shield everyone from the cold northern winds that blew over the grounds ever since the earth shook ( Read more... )

At long last, after several months of work, Catherine's book is ready to share with the world, or at least the Mansion: she managed to munge a few copies during the printing, which slowed down the run of ten books. But now, in the main room, she has the books lined up on a visibly-placed table at which she's sitting, a pen ready to sign the books ( Read more... )

This year, Klingsor is sure that he won't have the same fiasco on his hands that he did last summer. He placed wards around the melon patch as well as the bounds of his garden, reinforcing them with an extra bit of his will every few days. He's sure he's covered, that the garden will be protected and the powers in this place won't tamper with his ( Read more... )

It's been some time since Yukio has arrived in the mansion, it's been a year and six months, exactly.

During the first year, she was adamant on not letting go of the life she left. Not only to keep the fond memories in her heart alive, but to punish herself for failing everyone she knew, including Ginji. But this way of thinking made her miserable, ( Read more... )

The past few days and nights, Riku has been busy, hardboiling eggs and coloring them. And he's also been kindly asking the Plothole to give him several dozen chocolate eggs and plastic eggs full of jelly beans and malted milk eggs. Late Saturday evening, he slips out to hide the colorful treasures in the bushes and flowerbeds and under the trees in ( Read more... )

Zillah has been quiet for some time--studying in the library, mostly. She's been reading her usual choices--Hannah Arendt and some of the French existentialists. There's a part of her that likes to think that she can always learn something new, and that knowledge is power. It's important to her ( Read more... )

( Cut for trippiness and slight spoilage for Paranoia Agent... )