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... )

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... )

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... )

As everyone knows, tea is sort of the staple of life around the Mansion. And some ruthless being has gone right to the source. Most of the tea is still in its neat little boxes, not conveniently laid out, because we all know how people adapt (and gods don't play fair), but anyone desiring their breakfast beverage of choice may find it does a little ( Read more... )

There's alcohol. Lots of it. And untouched alcohol, too, free of any crack-plots, and that's rare ( Read more... )

Enter a young woman, dashing, almost impudent, beautiful, and dressed elegantly in mourning, of the sort that makes one think of the turn of the century. This is The Step-Daughter. She looks around with a look of almost surprise, then gives a snort.

STEP-DAUGHTER: Well, where am I now? This is very nice, oh, very!

Typist: This is The Step- ( 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...?

*--So, Kyprioth's been bored lately. To liven up things, he's decided to switch all the normal characters from The Picture of Dorian Gray into their counterparts from Dorian. --And, well, this is probably going to last about two weeks. So have fun! :D*

Typist: ...You heard the godthing. -- And by the way, this means everyone except Pheebs ( Read more... )

She flounces into the room, as per usual; today's ensemble consists of a rather poofy dress and a wide-brimmed sun hat. Cinnamon is perched on her shoulder, of course, wearing a small garland of flowers around his tiny neck.

Pip pip cheerio and top o' the mornin' to ye, my esteemed ladies and gentlepersons! Today is a special day, indeed, 'tis!

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Well. We all know that Percy has peach trees with more peaches than he knows what to do with, and he's been harvesting them and trying to give them to everyone, leaving baskets of peaches just about everywhere ( Read more... )