The Mansion sits in silence, everything inside it coated in a heavy layer of dust. It's waiting. It's plotting. It had reluctantly released its captives for a while -- back to their native books lands -- but that was only to lull them into a false sense of security. Now it's back with a renewed sense of mischief ( Read more... )

This is definitely the weirdest fucking wrong turn I've ever taken, and I've been hitchhiking for years.

I'm guessing that good directions out of here don't exist, because I was really careful on how I got in here, and it takes talent to get that lost. I'll probably get out eventually, but in the meantime, I'll be sociable-- you're probably all ( Read more... )

A man of undetermined age, his face worn beyond his years with indecision, looks around slowly as he enters. He speaks not, but he appears to be thinking hard:
And indeed there will be time ( Read more... )

Here I am! I am Sam.
Do you like green eggs and ham?

*offers up a plate*

A man arrives at the mansion, dressed in a simple black suit. He carries a suitcase with him, full of all the things he will need until he can arrange to have more shipped to him. His hair is a very pale blond, and his eyes are a light blue.

My name is Pendergast. Would any of you happen to know where I might find a set of rooms for rent?

Typist ( Read more... )

Unlike most who come here, Zaknafein does not make his presence widely known. He presses himself into a corner, first thing, his hands seeking out the twin blades on his belt; yet his eyes do not hold malice, only a suspicious confusion. He squints, however, as if the light burns his eyes, and in truth, his eyesight is quite impaired by it - not ( Read more... )

Enter a young man, dressed well, but in a fashion long past, a sword at his waist, but not with the worn look of a fighter's sword.Good morrow, good men and fair maids. What manner of place is this, so strange and unnatural? There are all manner of things that my eye does not know ( Read more... )