The Mansion sits in silence, everything inside it coated in a heavy layer of dust. It's waiting. It's plotting. It had reluctantly released its captives for a while -- back to their native books lands -- but that was only to lull them into a false sense of security. Now it's back with a renewed sense of mischief ( Read more... )

Paul enters the main room, looking around with a smirk. It should be noted that there's a gun in his belt, hidden by his coat, along with a variety of other concealed weapons. "I'm looking for a man named Hades."

Typist: Poor Paul has no idea that there's more than one. Have at him, Hadeses.

*He's left a note tacked to the mansion's notice board, a somewhat dog-eared and repeatedly-folded piece of paper with languid handwriting.*

I'm back, you book-lovers. It's been too long ( Read more... )

*it's all painted quite artfully in large letters on the largest blank wall available, in a ruddy brown ink, which on closer inspection is not ink at all, but rather blood ( Read more... )

This is a very confused looking nineteen year old bleach blond from the French Quarter. Be gentle, he's new here.

... okay, where the fuck did the boat go and what the fuck was in that weed?

Typist: Soren Carruthers, from Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite. Enjoy!

BOO.

Epimetheus doesn't even realise that what he's doing is technically a crackplot. All he knows is that it involves glitter. A lot of glitter ( Read more... )

She walks into the Mansion's main room, a purpose to her step. Stopping at the message board, she unfolds a bit of parchment and tacks it onto the board, making sure it's clearly visible. On the parchment, it says:

HELP WANTED!

I, Hermione Granger, would like to ask your help with something. If you could please all Go HERE and cast your vote, I'd ( Read more... )

There's a fortyish man standing on his own, looking around him with a bemused expression on his face. He takes a few steps towards the door, looking back the way he came, and any onlooker might notice the slight limp with which he walks. He turns back.

...Thursday? *and a little suspiciously* Mr Next?

Typist: Landen Parke-Laine from Jasper Fforde ( Read more... )

[[Remember that poll census that was posted way back when? It turns out, from my calculations, that only 58% of the males here at DF prefer other males at least somewhat, this time around. It was around 69% last time, and I am still very immature. ... However, we had a whopping number of 104 male characters answer the poll, so that was exciting ( Read more... )