The front door of the mansion is slowly pushed open, and a young man steps through. He is slender and sinewy, with pointed ears peeking through his long, unbound silver hair. He is smiling slightly until he takes a look around, then the smile vanishes and his large, forest-blue eyes narrow slightly. His entire posture changes, becoming more wary ( Read more... )

Westley strides into the main room confidently yet still manages to be light on his feet. He surveys the room, clearly looking for something -- or in this case someone.

After a few moments of hesitation, he calls out uncertainly. "Hello...?"

Typist: Erm. Yes. Amanda here (a.k.a. former Rodolphus/McGonagall-mun). 'M giving DF another try, as ( Read more... )

There is a clattering. A very loud clattering that suggests a very large person might be making it. Instead, a very short man, barely five feet tall, wanders into the mansion. He is dressed in full armor, since he is, after all, a knight. But what armor. The cloth underneath is scarlet, a leopard skin is draped over his shoulder, and attached to ( Read more... )

D'Angelines love a reason to celebrate, and of all the annual reasons to celebrate, Alcuin's favorite is spring. So he's prepared a vast picnic outside, with plenty of sweets and baked goods along with other foods, and bottles of cordials, sparkling wines and juices, bouquets of flowers from the gardens and wildflowers from the meadows. Alcuin ( Read more... )

The library was one of his favourite places, back home, and that hasn't changed since he lost his sight. There was just something about the cool, slightly drier air, and just the smell of books, that calmed him. And so Karal can be found in the mansion's library, alternately wandering around and sitting in a window seat.

Ty: Everyone welcome :) ( Read more... )

As everyone knows, tea is sort of the staple of life around the Mansion. And some ruthless being has gone right to the source. Most of the tea is still in its neat little boxes, not conveniently laid out, because we all know how people adapt (and gods don't play fair), but anyone desiring their breakfast beverage of choice may find it does a little ( Read more... )

Armand made some tea and claimed a chair in the main room. He had his sketchbook out, but wasn't drawing. He was thinking, and he didn't like what he was thinking. Feel free to interrupt him.

It's late, past midnight, and Alcuin's nightmares have driven him out of bed, wandering the corridors with the lazy curiosity of the insomniac, half asleep and looking for something to distract him from his troubles. He stops in the library, having gravitated there without realizing it. The library reminds him of Delaunay--books, languages, ( Read more... )

See Helen. See Helen cook. Cook, Helen, cook. Well...technically the cooking isn't supposed to be done until Good Friday, but there is a lot that needs to be made, and this is the first time she has had to do it all by herself. She has also discovered the wonder that is modern refrigeration. It's brilliant! You can make something in advance, ( Read more... )

It is Palm Sunday. Therefore, Helen is going around, hitting people with pussy willow branches(palms being in short supply where she is from), and saying, "Лоза б'є, Я не б'ю, від нині за тиждень, буде Великдень!" It sounds like, "Loza b’ye, ya ne b’yu, vid nyni za tyzhden’, bude Velykden’!" and it means, "The willow is hitting, I’m not hitting, ( Read more... )