She does not know where she has come to, which is a strange thing in and of itself; she has wandered far in her many years, but now she has to doubt her feeling that she must have seen all of Valinor, at one point or another. She strokes her horse's neck and pulls back her hood, leading him up towards the mansion, wondering what sort of folk abide ( Read more... )

Hey, I'm pretty sure we have a fair amount of artists around here. I was wondering if anyone wanted to get together and have a -- not a fair, really, but sort of a show? Bring in your favourite pieces and we'll set up a gallery. Could be fun.

Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear Macalaurë Canafiiiiiiinwë...
Happy Birthday to you!


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( Sleeping most of the day )

It's Christmas, and so it's only natural that there's a Christmas feast laid out. Arthur has seen to this. There's enough for everyone to eat well: a meal truly fit for a king-- several kinds of fowl, hams, vegetable dishes, casseroles, sides, and an entire table of desserts. Bottles of wine, champagne, mead, and beer sit unopened and waiting, ( Read more... )

Any day now the Mansion will be blanketed in snow and festooned with icicles, right on schedule; but for the moment, the lawns are still bare, the wind brisk but not bitter, the air bracing. Conveniently, because something seems to be going on ( Read more... )

*because there hasn't been enough chaos in the Mansion lately (even though it did explode earlier) and because the typists would probably threaten him with make-up if he didn't do this, Crowley has decided that really, there's nothing more chaotic than a bunch of little kids running around and wreaking havoc ( Read more... )

"This could be of utmost importance so please vote!"

He laughs. "Well, no not really, but I'm curious so please...?" Ken grins. "And don't be afraid to make a comment if I know you or introduce yourself to me if we haven't met yet!"

Poll

If anyone's noticed, someone's been tampering with the calendars. Time's always been iffy, hereabouts, but today (the term, at this rate, being relative) it's even more out-of-synch than usual. Whoever did this, he's pleased with himself ( Read more... )

Epimetheus doesn't even realise that what he's doing is technically a crackplot. All he knows is that it involves glitter. A lot of glitter ( Read more... )