For immortals, diversions are seldom truly new--they merely enter a kind of renaissance. The gentleman with the thistle-down hair has lately rediscovered the joy of sense manipulation, and he is toying with the many forms that it can take ( Read more... )

Freyja is a big fan of the cute. She likes flowers, fluffy bunnies, and children. But turning people into flowers is more of a Greek thing, and if you turn people into fluffy bunnies you are ultimately left with more fluffy bunnies than anyone could want. And while Freyja is a staunch supporter of making children it takes so long before they ( Read more... )

Whatever magic in the Mansion is keeping the dead alive? Has gone horribly, horribly wrong. Those who've been dead, then, before or after arriving here, are at risk of-- degenerating, as it were. Possibly the word we're looking for is decomposing. And suddenly, brains are looking more appetizing than ever before ( Read more... )

Not really, but he wouldn't mind finding some ( Read more... )

*If anyone would care to look and see what all the loud noises are about in the main room, they're going to find one red-headed five-year-old in the process of steering his pirate ship, accompanied by co-captain Francine and first mate Luna. The pirate ship in question happens to be two couches pushed together, with a treasure chest full of gold ( Read more... )

When sprites are bored, Things Happen. So now, whenever anyone walks through certain doors of the mansion, they'll turn into an animal. Duration and type of animal are up to the typist, but chances are it'll last for at least couple days.

*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... )

*because there hasn't been enough chaos in the Mansion lately (even though it did explode earlier) and because the typists would probably threaten him with make-up if he didn't do this, Crowley has decided that really, there's nothing more chaotic than a bunch of little kids running around and wreaking havoc ( Read more... )

The well-stocked cellar of the Mansion is silent except for a faint, steady dripSomewhere a leak has developed. Drop by drop, perfectly good alcohol is trickling onto the floor, forming a slowly growing pool. A problem easily remedied, once it's discovered ( Read more... )

The twins enter the Mansion through the main doors and look around quickly. "Do you see anyone, Fred?"

"Not a one, George.""Good, let's get this thing going then ( Read more... )