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... )

Excuse me, but are there any doctors or experienced midwives around?

My fiance is expecting a baby this month. It'd be nice to have help with the delivery.

( A letter is left on a table, addressed to the Angel Michael )

Finding himself in a more contemplative mood because of his current form, he sits down and observes the people as they move around the mansion. Anyone passing him will find they are being watched closely by a young man who they probably don't recognise as Murata and they may wonder why he is staring a little too long at them....

A woman sits at the base of the staircase, knees pulled into her chest with her arms rested upon them, chin upon that as she stares at the nothingness beyond the walls, numb and utterly alone.

Her husband has left, and taken her children with him. There is no where to go, nothing to do, no one to talk with and no shoulder to lean on.

And so she

"Does anyone need any advice here?"

"Any problem! No matter how big or small I can try to solve it for you or at least try to work out a nice solution! If you wonder about my qualifications then don't worry. They're sound!"

"So go ahead! Ask me anything!"

His eyes show no curiosity about the place he has found himself in. After all: He's been here before. He's holding a red rubber ball in his hand, which he bounces, carefully as he walks. A distraction. His whole world is one distraction after another. He's silent, never a man of too many words ( Read more... )

( A young woman steps into the Mansion, arms folded over her middle and her eyes lowered some, obviously reserved. She’s always been this way, though she is more so in recent months than ever. )