In a room quite near the main room yet far enough away so that the smoke is mostly contained, Ashley Raventon is passed out on a couch, completely high on opium. He's in a mood to share, so he's hotboxed the entire room. The heavy, sweet smoke is mostly contained by the closed doors, but the scent of it has wafted here and there, strains of it ( 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... )

It's been long enough now that Rev has figured out how the basics work around the Mansion, at least as far as food and clothes go. Not that she cares much about either right now ( Read more... )

A tall, painfully thin but very beautiful young woman enters the Mansion. She does not, however, appear to be very aware of this fact, as she is fairly well occupied with searching through a tiny purse, while balancing a martini glass in one hand ( Read more... )