*written in a large, loopy hand*

I heard that the United States of America is celebrating its anniversary birthday in a few days! We were born the same year. I am only seventeen. How old is the United States now?

*Fleurette is sitting nearby fussing with a covered basket*

((Typist: Fleurette comes and goes between the Mansion and her home at ( Read more... )

A teen cinema queen dressed in expensive flesh-baring black and last night's eyeliner, seeing the world in dizzying technicolor. She is tired-looking, harder and older than her seventeen years, and looks inexplicably as if she is incomplete, missing the other half of her whole ( Read more... )

D'Angelines love a reason to celebrate, and of all the annual reasons to celebrate, Alcuin's favorite is spring. So he's prepared a vast picnic outside, with plenty of sweets and baked goods along with other foods, and bottles of cordials, sparkling wines and juices, bouquets of flowers from the gardens and wildflowers from the meadows. Alcuin ( Read more... )

There are so many wonderful flowers blooming now, from hyacinth to vinca, and there's the plothole for the ones that aren't in season--Mary is a little shy of it, but she does use it on occasion--and now she sits at a table in one of the Mansion's rooms, putting together tussie-mussies. Of course there are always things to do around here--she likes ( Read more... )

Enters a good-looking young man in his early twenties, tall and lean in a manner that suggests he will likely go quickly to heaviness once he gets older and less energetic; but at the moment, all cheery grace as he wanders up the path. "B'god, if this is Paradise they're letting anyone in these days! Hallo? Anyone here?"

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(Did you really expect him not to post on his own day?) Anyway, y'all, here's one ridiculously bouncy god of love, sprawled out near a table full of all the sorts of things you'd expect to see on Valentine's. There's teddy bears, chocolate, cookies, long-stemmed roses, cards, and -- because Eros is practical (and the god of sex, after all), in a ( Read more... )

Fleurette is all for new holidays that mean people get flowers. Nevermind the meaning. She is in the main room of the Mansion with a basket of cut roses of all colors, giving the blooms to whoever will take them. There is nothing wrong with the blooms except maybe a few thorns on the stems.

"Oh, you must see this, Bibi!" And then she stops and stares. "Here again? But..."

The young fair-haired girl then smiles and looks around. "Anyone here? Alfred maybe?" Her voice is a little bit hopeful.

In her arms is a large bundle of cut flowers, as if from late spring in Lou Mas.

typist: Same typist. See Oscar's note. Fleurette is partially ( Read more... )

In the spirit of encouraging more interaction and in the tradition of the auctions of dates with others we've had here is a post for bidding on a 'servant for a day' or, if you prefer, a 'friend for a day'. Either way you get to spend some time with another character here at DF (people you rarely talk to is encouraged for variety!). Once it's ( Read more... )