The Mansion sits in silence, everything inside it coated in a heavy layer of dust. It's waiting. It's plotting. It had reluctantly released its captives for a while -- back to their native books lands -- but that was only to lull them into a false sense of security. Now it's back with a renewed sense of mischief ( Read more... )

The Mansion has a library, which, as we know, possibly rivals the Unseen University's for content if not for size. A lot of books, basically; a lot of stories. And some stories, because this sometimes happens, have gathered different versions of themselves over time. Which wouldn't normally pose a problem, except now the room's been tampered with. ( Read more... )

Poll Malfoy vs Weasley

I'll be fair and won't comment on my pathetic competition. The question is simple enough, eh? So vote already!

I have a question about Christmas presents.

What should one get for a close friend that one likes more than other friends? Many thanks for any help.

Typist: Mostly to the Rabbits, but anyone can answer!

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...?

*--So, Kyprioth's been bored lately. To liven up things, he's decided to switch all the normal characters from The Picture of Dorian Gray into their counterparts from Dorian. --And, well, this is probably going to last about two weeks. So have fun! :D*

Typist: ...You heard the godthing. -- And by the way, this means everyone except Pheebs ( Read more... )

She flounces into the room, as per usual; today's ensemble consists of a rather poofy dress and a wide-brimmed sun hat. Cinnamon is perched on her shoulder, of course, wearing a small garland of flowers around his tiny neck.

Pip pip cheerio and top o' the mornin' to ye, my esteemed ladies and gentlepersons! Today is a special day, indeed, 'tis!

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*Enter a well-dressed, handsome young man, fine-featured and slightly built. His dark hair is covered with a wig, his face in a light layer of powder. His eyes are fine and dark, his mouth long and mobile. The faint smile resting there could be taken as one of youthful mischief-- he does look quite the charming rake-- but perhaps, just perhaps, it' ( Read more... )

Enter a very dignified and well-dressed woman. She has a grown-up daughter, but, being a Wildean, she never admits to more than thirty, twenty-nine when there are pink shades. What a delightful place you have here! I daresay it's better than London. Better than England. *smiles* They call me Mrs. Erlynne. Or Margaret ( Read more... )

My typist has been reading a lot of fanfic recently. Some good, some bad. Some I would like to ignore ever existed. Like one involving Elladan and I and Haldir, Orophin, and Rumil and some BDSM

So tell about some of the fanfics out there involving yourself. Good, bad, or ugly.