Now... this is odd. For the last thing Dorian Gray remembered was going to fetch the key to let Basil into the old schoolroom. And this... this was not the Gray household.

Where have I gotten off to...?

Epimetheus doesn't even realise that what he's doing is technically a crackplot. All he knows is that it involves glitter. A lot of glitter ( Read more... )

*he is short, balding, heavyset, looking older than he should. he enters singing. it is a pleasant voice, if nothing special* "How do you do, Miss Pratt, how do you do? I'm just fine, Miss Pratt, how are you?" That's from Seventeen. A forgotten musical that opened in 1951 and ran 182 performances at the Broadhurst Theatre. It starred Kenneth ( Read more... )

Tabor and Liane have been busy the last week or two putting up signs...

ONE NIGHT ONLY

Tabor and Liane dal Ivor present...

Tales of the Dalrei - Traditional Rider tales told through dance

Refreshments will be provided afterwards for all, and there is no charge for admission.So anyone up for a night of entertainment, your search is over. The ( Read more... )

She arrives on horseback, a black veil covering her face and hair. She dismounts, looking about herself in confusion. She has lost her guide, and her surroundings look very different than a moment before. Hesitantly, she draws back the veil, revealing shining black hair and lovely dark eyes.

. . . Felix?

Typist: Safie, from Mary Shelley's ( Read more... )

What do you do to cheer yourself up?

Well. We all know that Percy has peach trees with more peaches than he knows what to do with, and he's been harvesting them and trying to give them to everyone, leaving baskets of peaches just about everywhere ( Read more... )

Hullo, there. I was just wondering, does anyone know if there's a stage or something here? I can't seem to find one, but it's an awfully big place, and it seems like there would be one, with all these people about. There's got to be some place to see a show. Or put one on, of course. *grin*

Bast starts an old record playing in the main hallway of the mansion where it can be well-heard.

She's put some of that old black desert magic on it so that anyone who listens to it will be bewitched, bothered and bewildered sent back into the 30s, 40s or 50s, that golden age of music, full of the sound of Cole Porter and Irving Berlin ( Read more... )

A while back, quite a few people had assured me of their support in the fight against that self-proclaimed dark lord of wizard, should he return ( Read more... )