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... )

After several weeks of reading and studying, Childermass is ready to try something. He made a small model of Lynette's spaceship, and took it out to the gardens. There, he attempted to enchant it to send it through time, as well as space ( Read more... )

A pretty young girl of fifteen steps into the room, looking quite pale and a bit sad. She is holding a small white casket in her hand, and looking around with quite a bit of confusion.

"...This is is certainly not Canterville Chase."

Typist: --So, this is Virginia E. Otis from Oscar Wilde's short story The Canterville Ghost. Have fun? :D

A tall mysterious figure, wrapped entirely in a black cloak, walked slowly inside, looking around. Blinking slowly, he surveyed the situation before coming further into the room. His features were all angles, yet incredibly handsome. His dark green eyes, pale skin, black widows peaked hair, and old fashioned looks setting him apart ( Read more... )

It's the first of December. To those who regularly inhabit the Mansion, you may notice something a little bit different. Unfortunately, you may notice a little too late ( Read more... )

Jack? I don't know if you'll see this within any sort of decent interval, but when you do, please-- I'd like you to check in on Lucy for me. I'll explain more when I see you ( Read more... )

A pale, young and handsome man saunters into the Mansion, looking perfectly irritated. Gesticulating in the air, he speaks with a smooth, velvety voice. "Honestly Louis, I won't have this discussion with you again! If I've told you once I've told you a hundred times..." The gentleman stops mid-step and takes in his surroundings.

He frowns and ( Read more... )

*Enter a young, very beautiful Victorian lady of about nineteen. She's very confused, for the last she remembers, she was dead. And then undead. And then dead again. She isn't certain what she is now, but she is fairly sure it isn't dead. She glances around, trying to place where she is, before uncertainly raising a question ( Read more... )

[[Remember that poll census that was posted way back when? It turns out, from my calculations, that only 58% of the males here at DF prefer other males at least somewhat, this time around. It was around 69% last time, and I am still very immature. ... However, we had a whopping number of 104 male characters answer the poll, so that was exciting ( Read more... )

A little more than a year ago, we had a poll census in the community to see what everybody's sexual preferences were. It can be found here. It was discovered that 69% of all male puppets preferred other males. (*immature snicker*) And then it was brought to my attention last night that we should re-do the census, because the other one's pretty ( Read more... )