Percy is sitting in the main room of the Mansion, cross-legged on the floor, with a big tin tub of steaming warm water and a pile of soft towels (the tub is from the farm, and up until this week was serving as a watering trough for the horses). He has had the agape supper at his house already, the wine and the bread and the lamb, which was actually ( Read more... )

Myrtle Harper wanders about the lawn, her cello case in hand. This is most definitely not the Island, she thinks. A breeze blows her long, brown hair into her face, but she is too perplexed to brush it back. It seems so quiet to her and it takes her a moment to realize that the sound of the ocean is gone. She thought she was just going down to the ( Read more... )

He's a little behind--losing about eight years' worth of memories and then getting them back will do that--but Percy has put up a little crooked sign, and anyone who reads and follows it will find him down in the kitchens with about a hundred quart Mason jars, several buckets of produce--tomatoes, shell peas, peaches, corn, peppers, and beets, ( Read more... )

*since it worked so well last time, here's another note on the bulletin board ( Read more... )

Slowly, a tall young woman walks into the room. Her hair is pulled back in a severe braid.  At first glance, her face doesn't seem to brook any nonsense at all, but as she looks around, her face is lit up by a bright, warm smile. Her eyes are the most startling- ice blue, which don't seem to match her hair ( Read more... )

Having had a discussion with Laurel on the matter a while ago, Steerpike has managed to bring together his courage, and did what most people do. He wrote an advert, and is sitting next to it in the common room.  He's not sure what happened that other night, but it had something otherworldly to it, and what with not really knowing who he is, he ( Read more... )

*recent conversations have had Alyosha thinking, and though it's difficult for him to put his thoughts into writing, he manages this afternoon to make a note and put it up on the bulletin board ( Read more... )

Philip woke up in the middle of the woods, head aching from the blow it had received. He found himself, however, able to get to his feet. Nothing looked familiar... they must have been taking himself somewhere when he fell off the horse or cart they had tied him to. Odd, certainly, but in such chaotic times ( Read more... )

Kay has posted a large chart in the common room, putting those that have volunteered on a rotating schedule of their various duties. He also goes to find the few who have said they can't read, to inform them of their part in it. Feel free to protest at him, commend him, or anything in between, as he'll be around for a bit to make sure no one ( Read more... )

He pushes briskly through the door -- a smallish young man of eighteen or twenty, sensibly dressed out of somewhere in the Middle Ages, sturdy, dark-haired and fair-skinned; he probably looks familiar. He stops as soon as he sees where he is, and looks back over his shoulder anxiously. "Brother ( Read more... )