The Mansion sits in silence, everything inside it coated in a heavy layer of dust. It's waiting. It's plotting. It had reluctantly released its captives for a while -- back to their native books lands -- but that was only to lull them into a false sense of security. Now it's back with a renewed sense of mischief ( Read more... )

This is not a new arrival to make note of her unusual appearance or unexpected presence. She merely dusts herself off, folds her wings across her back, and brushes her hair out of her eyes. "You're ridiculously far away from anywhere," she says, cheerfully. "I might as well have been flying to Ysral ( Read more... )

Prepare, O community, to be dazzled ( Read more... )

*He swaggers in, looking a little too opulent in a black velvet doublet with scarlet pleats and gilt buttons. Yet there remains a certain scholarly sobriety about his bearing, almost an irony in the particular nature of his haughtiness, which seems rather that of scientists than of aristocrats ( Read more... )

Here I am! I am Sam.
Do you like green eggs and ham?

*offers up a plate*

Silently delivered to the following people is a neatly packaged little envolope, bearing their name:

( List )

*a notice is tacked to the community notice board -- which does exist. Below it is a sign-up sheet ( 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... )

*enter, doing his best to cover that he's still getting used to a human body, one (1) demon, dark-haired (aren't they all) and crisply dressed in a pinstripe suit plus a black tie, carrying a slick black briefcase*

*looks around briefly and arches an eyebrow* ...I am Nelchael, of Hell.

My Lord? I am here.

Typist: Are you happy now, 'Rika? -- so ( Read more... )

He ambles throughout the mansion, whistling tunelessly to himself (or perhaps there is a tune, but the tune in question would be little better, or perhaps worse). He runs his hand along every door he passes, and his fingers leave brief trails of fire. This is, let us say, a sort of... controlled chaos ( Read more... )