This evening, the ballroom has been taken over. There are chairs and a stage, and curtains to match. At the entrance of the room, a sign has been posted:

Pride misplaced, or the triumph of innocence
A Comedie by Cyrano de Bergerac.

Presenting, in order of appearance

Fanchon le Trouvère : Mr. Locke Lamorra
Sœur Marie-Bénévole : Ms. Karla

Petit- ( Read more... )

He comes, wearing artfully faded jeans, a green sweater, and a long, brown leather duster. True, he looks like a fashion cut-out, but don’t let that fool you, gentle reader.

Beneath this superficial appearance, is a man with a sword, his usually mischievous green eyes showing blunt determination, and an arm ready to strike to kill.

He stops, though ( Read more... )

Jaenelle is playing, and Jaenelle playing is always a little dangerous, but that's all right. Because she's having fun! And so, playing with herbs and some magic, she's made a very curious illusion on the front lawn of an elegant garden, very like her own in SaDiablo Hall, water trickling over the rocks. However, a sudden noise startles her and she ( Read more... )

 And indeed, sitting nearby, at a table, is a very focused 17th century French man with a rather big nose, writing frantically on the last parchment of a very thick pile.  If anyone inquires, he will gladly answer any questions.

T: The play? It's here. Well. Its outline, anyway.  Original names but a common plot for a 17th Century French Comedy a ( Read more... )

“Tudieu!”

The cry resounds in the Mansion main room. He stares about, aghast, the smell of powder still clinging to his vest, his rapier in one hand, a musket in the other. A moment ago, the war was raging against the Spaniards, and now he stands, in the middle of what looks like a receiving room. God’s whiskers aren’t quite enough to exclaim his ( Read more... )

Kay has had just about enough of this nonsense.

So there is a sign in the main room, with a semi-scowling knight nearby. The spelling is creative, but it says roughly:

Those that want food, sign up below for whatever you can do. You'll do your job rotating with others. If you don't want to participate don't. Work and get food. Questions see ( Read more... )

There is a nice printed sign, in Luther's small, careful lettering, that says, simply, "FREE". The sign is perched upon a handmade oak table, a little one, with scalloped carving-work around the sides, and a smooth, broad surface. All around it are a number of other wooden products, from toys for children to chairs and stools, and including some ( Read more... )

This immortal's arrival to the place is relatively quiet and unassuming ( Read more... )

I'd rather just skip them all together, but seeing as how the general public does not find that polite I suppose it's best that I just get it over with. My name is Lestat I was born in Auvergne, France in 1760. Yes, that does mean I am quite old. No, jokes about my age are not appreciated, and I would prefer it if it just wasn't mentioned again. I ( Read more... )

A young girl tumbles out of the plot hole at a run, slamming the closet door behind her hard. She turns, panting, to lock it and makes a small, frightened sound when she realizes she cannot. This is not the door it was supposed to be and she is not where she meant to be ( Read more... )