Around the mansion many drinking glasses can be found - all are full of a delicious smelling liquid which many will find impossible to resist. Once someone takes a sip they will begin losing at least one of their senses - sight, hearing, smell, taste or touch. (For those already missing a sense they may find they get that one back but lose another ( Read more... )

Just outside the mansion many noisy and colourfully sparkly fireworks are being set off and Ken is calling out loudly in every direction:

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!"

As if she'd never been "missing," (which from her point of view she hasn't been), Marguerite Blakeney returns to the Mansion. She arrives bundled in a heavy cloak against the cold, her elaborately-dressed hair mussed by the wind, but with a glow to her cheeks and a sparkle in her bright blue eyes.

She looks around the main room expectantly, hoping ( Read more... )

She's been away for a long time-much longer a time than she would have liked to be, in truth. Traveling gets to be such a bore after a while, especially with a baby in tow, though he has grown. So now, at long last, she's back and, ever with a flare for the theatrical, makes her grand reentrance ( Read more... )

A young man walks in, dressed well in what must be the best fashions of his time. His face, though naturally given to a smile, is watchful, as if he (and, to be honest, he is) unsure of his surroundings. He leans against the wall.I can't help but notice this isn't England. Or perhaps it is a part of it that I don't know, but it isn't like any place ( Read more... )

I would like to let everyone know, friends and our remaining family, that Chris and I are expecting our first child.

*beams*

The big day has finally come; and anyone who ventures to Fëanor's gardens will find them decorated with long garlands of flowers - forget-me-nots, golden elanor and violets, by request of Armand and Chris - entwined with some of the small light-stones of Fëanor's making. Beneath the budding trees, long tables have been set, decorated with the same ( Read more... )

Sink me! Since it's spring and all, I do believe we should have a butterfly hunt. Would anyone care to join me?

( To Manwë (and Námo); otherwise, mun-knowledge only )

( An Urgent message for Katherine DeQuincey )