"Could work, if we knocked together the necessary," the Doctor remarks, leaning over a table in the main room, on which he's a large sheet of white paper covered in sketches and schematics and notations he's been poking at recently. He's armed with a blue pencil, with which he's continuing to add to the designs ( Read more... )

Andrew was wrong.  Exile Is not empty.  Emptiness is a lack of feeling, and feelings are something Michelle finds herself drowning in.  Exile is not empty; it is lonely.  Unlike Andrew's exile, Michelle's is different: literally away from Shiloh, away from her family, the court, and everything she's known.  She's away from David, as he runs for his ( Read more... )

A warm spring morning, with a hint of rain in the air, though for now, the sunlight streams in through the windows of the clinic. A day full of life, a good day for a child to be born ( Read more... )

Agravain wakes up in the same place that he died: down by the lake, under a big fir tree. The situation feels eerily familiar. It's not the first time he's died and woken up in the Mansion grounds, though this time he's not covered in his own blood. In fact, he's strangely clean for someone who was shot seven times and then buried underground for ( Read more... )

It's Valentine's Day, one of the most clever holidays that the landen have invented, and being the great lover that he once was, Saetan finds it endearing. Really! And given the dire things that have happened in the recent past, the lovable old geezer has been rather bereft lately. Still, he's not about to brood on the past: his family may have ( Read more... )

Fuchsia's been dealing with everything, the way she always does: completely ignoring reality.  She's managed to find herself a collection of terrible romances, and will part with them like her father did his own library, with depression and possible madness.

While she's managed to avoid anything about shades of grey (though she did make her way ( Read more... )

Melou hasn't been very available recently. The only reason he's had to spend any time in public was that he was looking for Hisoka, and it's been a while since he finally accepted that his friend is gone. He's spent most of the past few weeks either shut up in his room or out in the woods, deliberately avoiding the paths. It meant he ended up ( Read more... )

Iphigenia has been moody as of late--a little more emotionally volatile, perhaps, due to the fact that her mother is probably gone. She misses Clytemnestra a great deal, even though she knows she has kind people at the Mansion to help her and look out for her ( Read more... )

Pack slung over his shoulder, a breathtaking young man with moon-white hair runs up the front steps of the mansion, like someone who’s excited to come home after a brief vacation. Halfway up, he stops, eyes widening and enthusiasm cooling as he realizes that this isn’t quite where he expected to be. Things are different ( 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... )