The wedding was an event, indeed. Gorgeous decorations (purple and white, Sibyl's favourite colours), beautiful music -- and the bride, of course, was breathtakingly lovely. The wedding was conducted by Eris (which was interesting, to say the least...) and finished in a timely manner, much to everyone's relief ( Read more... )

In a room quite near the main room yet far enough away so that the smoke is mostly contained, Ashley Raventon is passed out on a couch, completely high on opium. He's in a mood to share, so he's hotboxed the entire room. The heavy, sweet smoke is mostly contained by the closed doors, but the scent of it has wafted here and there, strains of it ( Read more... )

Now... this is odd. For the last thing Dorian Gray remembered was going to fetch the key to let Basil into the old schoolroom. And this... this was not the Gray household.

Where have I gotten off to...?

If anyone's noticed, someone's been tampering with the calendars. Time's always been iffy, hereabouts, but today (the term, at this rate, being relative) it's even more out-of-synch than usual. Whoever did this, he's pleased with himself ( Read more... )

*Enter a young, very beautiful Victorian lady of about nineteen. She's very confused, for the last she remembers, she was dead. And then undead. And then dead again. She isn't certain what she is now, but she is fairly sure it isn't dead. She glances around, trying to place where she is, before uncertainly raising a question ( Read more... )

*Enter VIOLET, an attractive woman (though by no means gorgeous) with long, pre-Raphaelite red hair, her secret pride (perfect for a historical drama, it's a wonder casting directors haven't picked up on it yet) wearing a rather short skirt and rather high heels and a rather lipsticked smile*

Well, hello, everyone. I'm Violet, and I'm an actress, ( Read more... )

Here enters a dark-skinned elf with a /huge/ wide-brimed hat with an even larger feather on top. His clothes are brightly colored (and perhaps slightly blinding) and he wears an eyepatch on his left eye. He has rings on his fingers and dozens of amulets around his neck.

He looks around, takes off his hat to reveal a bald head and bows low. ( Read more... )

*oh look, a small koala, wearing knickerbockers, because he's a big koala now, appears. And he talks!*

G'day everyone! I'm Blinky Bill! and I bet you already know all about me, cos I'm famous! I've been on lots of adventures, and this place looks like it'll be lots of fun! But it doesn't look like Australia any more ( Read more... )

What place is this? So different from the forest from whence I came ( Read more... )

Good evening. My name is George Singleton. I am married and have a few children.

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I live in London.

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And I am a man of few words.

Typist: I have never read 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'. I have no real knowledge of the Victorian era. But I am taking up Adrian's brother because I love Anna JUST THAT MUCH OMG. ps George is a real ( Read more... )