A tall broad shouldered redhead enters, dressed in a maid's outfit with a mop and bucket in hand. She doesn't really look very feminine, but that'd be because she's not actually a woman ( Read more... )

"So!" he says, "Anyone around here play baseball?"

Enter, a relatively short and slender woman who carries a cream-and-grey treecat in her arms. She looks around curiously, not entirely sure where she is, but confident that the answer will come in time.

My name is Miranda LaFollet, and this is Farragut. She nods at the treecat in her arms. Has anyone seen my brother, Andrew? Or Steadholder ( Read more... )

Someone passing through the mansion might find a strikingly beautiful--and voluptuous--woman leaning against one of the doorways, glancing from beneath her eyelashes in a decidedly seductive fashion ( Read more... )

Lady Harrington won't be leaving her rooms for a while, but she asked that I tell those of you who know her where she and the baby can be found*she's also managed to tack a sign to the general notice board, giving the pertinent details regarding name (Raoul Alfred Paul) and the gender (male, obviously) and a few other scattered things of importance ( Read more... )

*enter one eighteen-year-old boy (nearly a man, now) -- tall, well built, decently attractive -- your basic All American Boy ( Read more... )

*Walks through the Mansion, demonmodding three particular couches in the main room -- If a person sits on the red one near the fire, they'll find themselves wearing a kilt. If a person sits on the flowery one near the window, they will find themselves wearing a tightly-laced corset. If a person sits on the green one near the entrance, they will ( Read more... )

*with the help of her typist's resident artist boy, Allison wheels a curious chair into the mansion*


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He ambles throughout the mansion, whistling tunelessly to himself (or perhaps there is a tune, but the tune in question would be little better, or perhaps worse). He runs his hand along every door he passes, and his fingers leave brief trails of fire. This is, let us say, a sort of... controlled chaos ( Read more... )

Elrohir? ion nîn? I had the pleasure of meeting one Andrew LaFollet earlier, he was most gracious. He also mentioned that he was somewhat of a skilled warrior, and I was wondering if you two had met yet? Perhaps you could exchange stories and suggestions ( Read more... )