There's a woman sitting somewhere off to the side of the main room; she has a head of gorgeous red hair, is dressed in tight-fitting red clothes, red stilettos -- and is currently surrounded by a mass of weapons. Guns, swords, explosives, anything you can imagine; they're all there and she's taking stock of them, looking quite pleased at some of ( Read more... )

Here would be the Mansion's more emo birdkid, dressed in his usual all-black attire with his wings comfortably behind his back. He's given up trying to hide them, since no one here really seems to care that much ( Read more... )

Ken waves some sparklers around, still waiting for some proper fireworks to arrive. He's put up some tables of food and drinks for everybody so come join in for the party. The more the merrier!

"Happy New Year, everybody!" He beams, writing in the sky with his sparklers.

"Has anyone got any fireworks?"

He may be getting some from Lestat and from Bast, thanks to David, but Murata thinks that the more fireworks the better.

Hey, people. Are you alive in there? You pop out every once in a while to breed and then you disappear into the woodwork again.

Come on, we need a crackplot. I'll pay.

For hours, a white seabird circles above the mansion, waiting. Only when darkness falls and nothing in particular happens, she glides down, and enters the mansion through an open window, perching on the edge of a chair -- and then, suddenly, the air around her shimmers, her shape changes, and a woman sits in her place. Her shoulders are slumpled, ( Read more... )