He's not wearing his armor, though he is wearing his sword, and carrying his shield. He's clearly a knight, though, even with out it, in the way he carries himself, and the way he rides. Riding out of the woods, he frowns. The house that appears before him is not even remotely familiar. It's not even like anything that's familiar. And he isn't ( Read more... )

Sasha has been thinking lately about how this place would make a good farm, what with all the room and the good pasture and the abundant outbuildings that only need a little repair, really. All it needs is animals. He’s been trying not to think about this, what with the unpredictable consequences of wishing for things, wanting them, but last night ( Read more... )

Having learned that the mortals of the mansion are not sufficiently occupied, the gentleman with the thistle-down hair has decided to provide a bit of harmless entertainment. Therefore, anyone who spends more than five minutes in one place will find himself or herself a child ( Read more... )

If I could have everyone's attention, please. I'd like to know, who do you hate most and why?

Random opinion poll, of course Paul has his own reasons for it.

There is a note on the message board, written by someone who obviously had a Polish to English dictionary open and was consulting it heavily while writing.

Dear people in this house ( Read more... )

He doesn't so much arrive as appear--and he doesn't so much appear as seem to have always been there, in the main hall. The sound of a mournful band playing on queer instruments lingers around him, and in the periphery of the observer's vision, fairy dancers seem to sweep through the room. The gentleman himself is clad for a dance; he has a pale ( Read more... )

*brings out a plate of cookies!!* *gingerbread, cut out in all sorts of interesting shapes, with "Happy Birthday, Epi!!!!" written on all of them in icing* *also wearing a party hat*

Hey, kid, you asked. :D C'mon everyone, give Epimetheus an awesome slightly late birthday.

T: Ahem. They are a birthday present. You still shouldn't trust them, ( Read more... )

There is a clattering. A very loud clattering that suggests a very large person might be making it. Instead, a very short man, barely five feet tall, wanders into the mansion. He is dressed in full armor, since he is, after all, a knight. But what armor. The cloth underneath is scarlet, a leopard skin is draped over his shoulder, and attached to ( Read more... )