As things so often do, a table has appeared in a corner of a frequently-visited room of the mansion. This table is covered in toast and the necessary accoutrements, courtesy of the Toast Marketing Board ( Read more... )

In a pile on a table, and scattered about elsewhere in the Mansion, are fliers. Well, they're more like pieces of paper with writing on them. Handwritten writing. In fact, if one were to gather up all of said fliers, he or she would probably be able to place them in the order in which they were written, merely by using the deterioration of the ( Read more... )

'Kay. Got a couple of questions for the masses:

One - is there a kitchen in this place?

Two - if there is, are there any hotdogs in the fridge?

A young girl in a white wedding dress, walks into the mansion, a veil covering her face. She stops, surprised, and lifts the veil to look around warily ( Read more... )

Conradin wanders about the garden, matches in his right coat pocket, some slices of ham in his left, and his trouser pockets full of stolen powdered nutmeg. He stops to examine stones, until he finds one that suits him, a rather large, smooth, flat one. He brushes the dirt off as well he can, then tucks it under his arm and continues his search.

Now ( Read more... )

Enter a pale, sickly-looking ten-year-old boy, dressed in Edwardian fashion--short trousers, knee socks, etc. He pauses in the doorway to examine the people before entering. Once inside, he finds himself a chair, and sits on the edge of it, staring out at the crowd, and swinging his legs ( Read more... )