Algy has found the piano, and is currently seated at it, plunking out a slow tune. After a moment, he starts to play (not very well, but with wonderful expression), but he probably wouldn't mind an interruption. He might even smoke with someone -- or maybe he'll stop playing all together if someone brings him muffins or cucumber sandwiches.

Any day now the Mansion will be blanketed in snow and festooned with icicles, right on schedule; but for the moment, the lawns are still bare, the wind brisk but not bitter, the air bracing. Conveniently, because something seems to be going on ( Read more... )

Ariel is bored. And a bored Shakespearean sprite is a force to be reckoned with. Anyone passing through a certain doorway in the mansion will be confronted by a very realistic illusion of something they have a strong emotional response to. It could be something they fear, love, loathe, or whatever. Duration is at typist discretion, as are total ( Read more... )