The decorations are still up, and in a large open room somewhere in the Mansion, Jaenelle's set up a party. It's a curious melding of Christmas (or what she knows of it) and Winsol, with a tree in one corner, presents stacked underneath. The music playing, however, is pure Blood, food is laid out, and the cup is somewhere for all involved to share ( Read more... )

It has been quite a bit of time since we all have seen Miss Johanna. She can be found by the piano- she hardly knows how to play, but she is a girl who is easily amused. One can find her singing quietly to herself, plunking out made-up tunes. She clearly wouldn't mind a bit of company- music is something to be enjoyed by more than one!

So... here we have one Cosette Pontmercy ( Read more... )

Continued from here.He popped away from the nasty shard, thrown at him with angry skill just on time, and was transported not in his hut, no, but at the Mansion, in the common room, and a dozen hours later in time, mind you ( Read more... )

rosencrantz had been saving up butcher paper for just such an occasion. mind you, he couldn't have you told at you the time what just such an occasion was, or what it would look like -- but certainly he was saving it up for something, and certainly now that he can use it, there's something he's saved it up for. that's why this afternoon, after ( Read more... )

Well, this wouldn't be the first time the Mansion's seen a girl dressed in boy's clothing. This one is around sixteen years old, exceptionally beautiful and looks nothing like a boy, her blonde curls poking out from under her little hat ( Read more... )

Johanna, somewhere in a tower, on a balcony (as usual) holds a pair of binoculars up to her fair face, giggling in delight. "Oh!" she gasps as she spots a robin red-breast in a tree, then a goose flying above. "'Tis fall, isn't it? Shouldn't they be heading off somewhere? Curious!" She doesn't really mind, though, for birds always made her happy.

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Here's Nan, who is apparently choosing to go by 'Neville' at this time, leaning against a wall with Miss Rosie Palm by her side. She raises the brim of her hat and speaks, in as low a voice as she can manage.Any of you gen'lemen fancy a lark? Won't cost you much, just a few minutes of time an' a few pence for your pleasure. Or y' could give Miss ( Read more... )

*strides in proudly, in no hurry at all, and stops to look around him*

... I seem to have lost my way somehow. Can someone direct me towards Pemberley? I'm not familiar with this part of the country.

*frowns at his surroundings, displeased and unsure of himself in this strange place*

*turns around and prepares to walk right back out*

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*stands in the middle of the room, holding something in her hand -- something that looks like a dildo, but that might be because it is*stoops down and sets it on the ground ( Read more... )