This morning, the common areas of the mansion have been transformed. Everything is decked out in elaborate purple, green and gold decorations, there are plastic coins and strings of beads and decorated masks everywhere and a closet in the room is standing open with many fancy and opulent costumes of all kinds spilling out of it. Music is playing ( Read more... )

Overnight, with the holidays coming up quickly, the mansion's been transformed. Mistletoe hangs from doorways and by windows (and occasionally in odd spots in the middle of the room to make it easier to sneak up on people), fragarent pine garlands wrap the banisters, holly wreathes and candles adorn the windows, punch, eggnog and mulled wine in ( Read more... )

Specifically, it's coming up on Hallowe'en. And Dairine is all in favour of celebrating, however disastrously ( Read more... )

He comes, wearing artfully faded jeans, a green sweater, and a long, brown leather duster. True, he looks like a fashion cut-out, but don’t let that fool you, gentle reader.

Beneath this superficial appearance, is a man with a sword, his usually mischievous green eyes showing blunt determination, and an arm ready to strike to kill.

He stops, though ( Read more... )

During the long months of winter, Ilmarinen has kept busy (and warm) with work in his forge. He has finer tools, now, and he has gotten better at destroying any of the mistakes that have tried to run away or kill him. Sometimes, though, he simply can't tell when a work has gone rogue ( Read more... )

David spends most nights hidden away in the corner of his private library. He rarely ventures out anymore, and it suits him well. There are plenty of books to keep him occupied, and for his kind the days can so easily pass by, rolling into one. He'd loose track were he not so meticulous in every way possible.

It's been too long though now, he thinks ( Read more... )

The Mansion has a library, which, as we know, possibly rivals the Unseen University's for content if not for size. A lot of books, basically; a lot of stories. And some stories, because this sometimes happens, have gathered different versions of themselves over time. Which wouldn't normally pose a problem, except now the room's been tampered with. ( Read more... )

Eliza hasn't been out much since her arrival, and so far the venture out of her room has not been a particularly pleasant room. At present she is standing in the main room, a few smears of blood on her clothing, holding a large paper sign. It reads:

"There is a dead man in the library."

She waits patiently for someone to notice, solemn and silent ( Read more... )

Someone is lurking around the main room of the mansion. It's a very small and invisible Someone, who is amusing himself by poking people and tugging on their hands or clothing to see how they'll react. It's all harmless fun, though and there may even be bits of disembodied music and childish laugher as people pass.

The girl opens her mouth to speak and then closes it again, covering it with a hand as if to stop up the sound. Under one arm is a bundle of thistles, the handling of which may explain the angry-looking red scratches on that pale hand, but despite the prickly unpleasantness, she clutches it tightly to herself ( Read more... )