"So!" he says, "Anyone around here play baseball?"

Enter, a relatively short and slender woman who carries a cream-and-grey treecat in her arms. She looks around curiously, not entirely sure where she is, but confident that the answer will come in time.

My name is Miranda LaFollet, and this is Farragut. She nods at the treecat in her arms. Has anyone seen my brother, Andrew? Or Steadholder ( Read more... )

With an air of utter authority, a (somewhat small) young woman strides to the direct center of the mansion. She wears a dress in the military style, vibrantly hued in green, blue, red, purple, and yellow. She carries no weapons, though, unless one counts the deadly sharp needles, thrust through the back of her hair. She surveys the room with an air ( Read more... )

*with the help of her typist's resident artist boy, Allison wheels a curious chair into the mansion*


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*enters in Manticoran uniform, looking as official as possible and speaks in a furry contralto, the mildest of twinkles in her eyes as she speaks ( Read more... )

*salutes, hand trembling slightly, a small man who looks young for his uniform*

Flag Lieutenant Jared Sutton of the Grayson Navy, currently serving aboard Terrible, reporting for service!

Typist: Yep, another Honorpup. Taken from fairly early in Flag in Exile, so he's still very shy. And utterly adorable. Oh, and I have no idea what's up with the ( Read more... )