Lestat stumbles out of the hall, rather alarmed. It seems he stepped into a room during his recent wanderings and now has the body of his mortal self when he was in his late teens ( Read more... )

If anyone's noticed, someone's been tampering with the calendars. Time's always been iffy, hereabouts, but today (the term, at this rate, being relative) it's even more out-of-synch than usual. Whoever did this, he's pleased with himself ( Read more... )

She walks into the Mansion's main room carrying a plain, clear pastry box. Continuing on to the kitchen, she opens the fridge, puts the box inside and closes the door again. Her next stop is the Mansion's message board. Removing a bit of parchment from her pocket, she unfolds it and tacks it to the messageboard. On it, in her own tidy script is the ( Read more... )

As knightly entrances go, this one lacks much glamour - less with the courageous foraying and more with the slow ambling. The man is not terribly remarkable in any way: medium height, curly hair, somewhere in his thirties, with sharp features tempered by a fair bit of levity. He looks more like someone who should be working in a coffee shop ( Read more... )

A maiden enters, young, barely more than a girl, her skin fair and her hair bright, though hidden by her travelling cloak. She looks around her and speaks in a voice as bold as she can muster."I seek here the greatest and fairest of knights. I know not his name, though he left his shield in my care and took my sleeve on my helm. Know ye of him ( Read more... )