Despite having been at the Mansion almost a year and a half, Spade's never really found himself at ease here. Maybe the less so since Livia left him, but truth be told, that wasn't the biggest problem. He was a man who knew his place, back at home, who had a great command of his city and his job, even if the rap was lousy nine times of ten, and ( Read more... )

Oscar Saint-Just is embarrassed. Quite a bit.

"I... well, it's been a while. I have no excuses. Is Rob here?"

And if no one pounces molests attacks sets him on fire greets him, he'll be making his way to the kitchen to make himself a much needed cup of tooth-achingly sweet coffee. Even if they do greet him, he'll be inching toward the kitchen ( Read more... )

If anyone's noticed, someone's been tampering with the calendars. Time's always been iffy, hereabouts, but today (the term, at this rate, being relative) it's even more out-of-synch than usual. Whoever did this, he's pleased with himself ( Read more... )

*this is a Victor sauntering in and carefully pinning a notice to the bulletin board, then wandering back out*

People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.

*and even if he's gone, there's most definitely a camera somewhere in the room, so -- have fun!*

Typist: ....This is why Victor should ( Read more... )

*quietly looks up from his bench, where he is cutting leather into a soft shape, making ready a good pair of shoes (perhaps for Alice, perhaps for some other little girl)*

Why do you not all see God alike? I do not understand--tell me.

It's merely a wonderment, nothing more, but to a man in my position and line of work, it's an interesting question ( Read more... )

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 woman. Unnaturally tall, with the grace and strength of a python. When angered, she has been likened to an ogress, but when happy, she's gorgeous.

She looks around a bit before speaking, trying to get at least some idea of her surroundings.

Hi.

Typist: Thandi Palane, from Honorverse, specifically Crown of Slaves. Blame Mandy XD

Kaos leaves a wallet lying on the floor in the entrance hall of the mansion, where it will be easily visible. He binds it to the floor and then puts a spell on it ( Read more... )

*A beautiful woman is seated here, dressed in a mango-printed, heavily embroidered ghagara choli. Her arms and legs are covered in henna, and her face is veiled by a thin blue muslin which only accentuates the strange blueness of her eyes.*

Al-Salam Alekum, my friends. I am Mehrunissa, daughter of Mirza Ghias Beg, but I am far better known as Nur ( Read more... )