Kavi Chernevog has been wishing ( Read more... )

The library was certainly not the first room most people would expect to find Lestat de Lioncourt, but many things had changed.

However, it would alleviate some surprise to learn that he was flipping through Shakespeare, King Lear. He sat sideways in the chair, hardly proper, but that didn't concern him at the moment. The chair was large enough ( Read more... )

It's been a little over a week, and to Spade's knowledge, the young Victorian Alan Campbell (so identified, the typist is presuming, ala Richard Carstone - by his calling cards) has not yet returned to the land of the living. His concrete clues having led to nothing, Spade's asking around more or less at random - people who knew Campbell, people ( Read more... )

It was a night of getting drunk and pulling pranks. James hadn't had that much fun in ages, and he'd managed to convince John and Balthazar to join in, because getting drunk with other people is fun, but getting drunk by yourself kind of makes everything that much sadder. (He'd had plenty of those sorts of nights in the past, and they almost never ( Read more... )

*Morgan isn't normally one to do anything that might be remotely productive for anyone else, but, well, she's been bored. And so she's sitting the main room of the Mansion and has, laid out in front of her, a large number of small, oddly shaped glass bottles, each containing different potions. She's not selling them - oh, of course not - but she ( Read more... )

Melisande was a little bothered by her sudden change in personality due to a few mischievous crackplots, she has decided to take a little revenge, inspired by the spate of other attempts around the mansion. So she is sitting in a chair, sipping her usual - red wine - and watching the doorway, just waiting for someone to walk through.

((typist: wasn' ( Read more... )

As part of Set and Loki's latest plot, invitations have been sent out to each and every member of the mansion over the age of 18.

( The Invitations )

Howl had been told of a place within the Mansion, called the plothole. A curious place, the girl had told him; by the sound of things it was not unlike the door to his castle. One can step into the closet-like place and, if concentrating hard enough, end up wherever it was they wished to be, or with whatever they wanted.

The wizard had tried it, and ( Read more... )

A girl walks through the front door of the mansion, tall, tanned, slender and a bit boyish with short dark hair. She is covered in dust, coughing and sneezing as she tries to shake the dust out of her hair and clothes. "I swear, Bess, next time I'm driving. You can just drive over the cute fuzzy animals, you know." When this doesn't get an ( Read more... )

Marius is standing in the main room (mercifully un-crackplotted for this post), smiling very broadly and not quite bouncing. "Cosette and I would like to announce the birth of our son, Georges Jean Marie. He's quite healthy, as is his mother." He stays there a moment longer, beaming, and then turns to hurry off back to the baby and Cosette. But ( Read more... )