Gabriel-Ernest has entered the Mansion. Still buck naked.

"Hello, inhabitants of this building! I need clothing. Preferably some that is warm and easy to remove."

A very ancient looking book with a black cover and a gold patterning that may look like a face on it (should someone close the book to inspect it) lies open on a table in the main room of the mansion. Where it came from or how it got there is a mystery. But there it is. And in bold letters it states very clearly on the open page:

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Anyone walking into the entrance hall of the Mansion this evening will most probably find a prone body on the floor, bleeding all over the place and looking rather dead. He isn't yet, but he could really use some help. Not that he'd admit it, most likely. Anyone unfortunate enough might arrive just as he appears, coughing up blood and swearing at ( Read more... )

In strolls an elderly English literary type. He stops, takes a look round, and realizes that this isn't his house. He dusts off his jacket and looks around.

"Erm - Hullo?"

Typist: This is Professor Digory Kirke from The Chronicles of Narnia, taken just after the Pevensies leave his home. And he is awesome.

He's a mess of blood, foaming some at the mouth, eyes shut and clearly dead. For the moment. There's a twitch of the paws and a wild snarl and he's on his feet. This is not where he had fallen. He's larger than any wolf and his eyes hold intelligence that could not be expected of an ordinary wolf, a mark of his superiority over the dumb beasts ( Read more... )

Enter one incredibly handsome Southern Prince. Southern being Calormen. His skin is dark from the sun and his face is noble, his garb fine. Dark hair is wrapped in a turban, and he sits atop a worthy steed (a horse, mind you, not a Horse, this creature is dumb, incapable of speech). He seems rather startled by the sudden change of surroundings, but ( Read more... )

How curious ( Read more... )

She stumbles out of the closet. Deeper and deeper she had moved into the place that she thought she might come out in Narnia ( Read more... )

Put up your hand anyone who hates PETER PAN.

Ken has taken it upon himself to search the plothole and he has come out with a box full of various bikinis. Grinning he sets up a table and places the box on it along with a sign that says:

'FREE! PLEASE TAKE ONE!'

He sits on a chair by the table and waits for people to pass by.