Daisy is bored. Dreadfully bored, in fact. In her opinion, nothing ever happens in this place. Nothing to entertain her, anyway. So she's just lounging, a mint julep in one hand and a cigarette in another, with a bored expression on her face.

Do entertain her.

[So... I kind of totally forgot all of Daisy's log-in info. Oops. So same Daisy, same ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear Pammy Buchanaaaaan...
Happy Birthday to you!


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I heard tell that some of you are in dire need of a drink. So here I am, your friendly neighborhood bartender, willing to help. *spreads his hands, smiling* Bar's open, folks.

Typist: For the pups in need of alcohol, John is here to provide. Have fun!

... I don't suppose anyone here is qualified to care for children?

She wanders in, her dark red lips curling into a big grin, eventually reaching the other areas of her pretty face. She is the epitome of a flapper, a modern woman, with her hair cut just below her ears and a white golf dress hanging loosely on her boyish figure. She takes in her surroundings and finds that the mansion looks rather dreary, assuming ( Read more... )

Is anyone here concerned about what their fiance, husband, wife, girlfriend or boyfriend is up to? Do you worry about them cheating on you or flirting so incessantly with other people that it could possibly lead to more? Do they actually do these things and if so what do you do about it ( Read more... )

I've been looking at the company people around here keep starting with why someone from the noble House of Salazar Slytherin would bother with a half-breed from another house and it made me wonder: Why in Merlin's name are you -with- the person you're with, here or elsewhere?

*Enter a young fellow, obviously a knight, judging by his attire. He enters with an air of uncertainty, but also determination about him ( Read more... )

In rushes a flustered Stargirl, pulling behind her a wagon full of wrapped packages, ribbons, and balloons all the colors of the rainbow.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Truly, I am. I hope these presents make up for it."

*whips out her trusty ukulele and begins to strum*

Happy Belated Birthday to you ( Read more... )

Well isn't this interesting? Last thing I remember, I was going out to my pool... *shakes his head and sticks his hands in his pockets* Jay Gatsby. Something tells this isn't West Egg?

Typist: Gatsby, from The Great Gatsby. Back with his original typist! Enjoy, all.