He is small and slender, built like an acrobat or a tumbler. His body is covered in scars and he walks with a slight limp, making him look a bit older than his sixteen years. His eyes are ringed with kohl and he wears nothing more than a bright blue kilt and a leather belt but his arms and legs are covered in gold bangles and jeweled bracelets. His ( Read more... )

The Mansion has a library, which, as we know, possibly rivals the Unseen University's for content if not for size. A lot of books, basically; a lot of stories. And some stories, because this sometimes happens, have gathered different versions of themselves over time. Which wouldn't normally pose a problem, except now the room's been tampered with. ( Read more... )

Where Violet leads the way, Claire can't help but follow. A skinny small girl in a Tinker Bell t-shirt and rolled-up jeans, white-blonde hair wisping out of her bobbing ponytail. She wears gauze-and-wire wings, tiny little things trailing sequins and glitter like fairy dust, glued to her t-shirt, glued to her shoulder blades, and her eyes are blue ( Read more... )

The weather has been lovely. Gwendal has been busy in his treehouse knitting. Now there's no room for him or Needles in it anymore, so reluctantly he has decided to give away all his new little animals ( Read more... )

Fletcher is desperately, desperately homesick. He wants Downbelow, and he wants Pell, and he wants Finity’s End and his cousins, and Melody and Patch. Something familiar, anything familiar. Hell, at this point he could go for the familiar aggravation of legal letters in his mail ( Read more... )

Ilse has made a place for herself high atop one of the great trees outside the Mansion. If you happen to be passing by, she will lean forward, stocking-clad legs dangling, and yell at the top of her lungs:

"EXCUSE ME! MY FRIEND IS IN GREAT NEED OF A PRIEST SO THAT HE MIGHT BE MARRIED! ARE YOU A PRIEST?"

Oz has been mucking around with his tools and his mechanisms re-creating and expanding on his prior achievements. At any rate, he's set out many of his inventions on the lawn.

This is because it is summer, and said inventions are soap-bubble machines.

The soap-bubble machines are spewing out soap-bubbles of varying sizes, strengths, colors and shape ( Read more... )

It is just a distant spot in the sky, at first. Just a bird-- it has the shape, more or less. But it does not fly. It falls. Fast and without struggle, it falls from the sky. By some good fortune (likely the first good fortune in some time-- how else does one come to be falling from the sky save by some spectacular ill luck?) it falls upon a tree, ( Read more... )

*walks in, looks around, and speaks simply* I am Daedalus. From Athens, then Crete. I have heard that I am being sought, but not by whom.

What is this place?

Typist: Mimi's browbeaten me enough. XD Anyhoo. Daedalus! Yay! That's all.

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... )