Since we haven't had one in a while ( Read more... )

The decorations are still up, and in a large open room somewhere in the Mansion, Jaenelle's set up a party. It's a curious melding of Christmas (or what she knows of it) and Winsol, with a tree in one corner, presents stacked underneath. The music playing, however, is pure Blood, food is laid out, and the cup is somewhere for all involved to share ( Read more... )

Jaenelle hasn't called anything official, but the Blood seem to have decided to congregate in the main room, or at least some of them. Jaenelle is sitting on a couch and reading a book, Lucivar's been roped into playing at dolls with Arianna - though he seems to be enjoying it, and Kalush, Karla, and Khardeen are playing a card game which Khardeen ( Read more... )

Jaenelle is playing, and Jaenelle playing is always a little dangerous, but that's all right. Because she's having fun! And so, playing with herbs and some magic, she's made a very curious illusion on the front lawn of an elegant garden, very like her own in SaDiablo Hall, water trickling over the rocks. However, a sudden noise startles her and she ( Read more... )

It is a calm night - and on the clearing, near the edge of the forest, one might notice a figure, clad simply in a linen gown of indistinct light colors, walking solemnly.

Pandora walks - quietly, without subterfuge, in simple meditation. This, she does much since her recent travails - she searches herself, answers and commitments, decisions and ( Read more... )

There's someone new outside, inspecting the grounds. He's clad in slightly dusty jeans and a worn-looking flannel shirt, complete with a cowboy hat. He eyes the house for a minute, looking speculative, then decides to wander in, though he knows he'll feel out of place. He's not-quite handsome, with curly hair and teeth that are a little too ( Read more... )

Grindelwald is bored - and a bored dark wizard is never a good thing.

He's sitting in the main room of the Mansion, idly flicking his wand. The nearby furniture transfigures into random, grotesque animals and back again before they can make so much as a yelp of surprise.

He sighs loudly, signalling his boredom. Any company would be more than welcome ( Read more... )

The moon rises.

Where its light falls, certain changes may be observed.

Persons of the male persuasion, caught in the glow, will find themselves inexplicably female.

Persons already female, between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one or so, will find themselves powerfully drawn to the outdoors and the moon-dappled woods.

Effective until dawn ( Read more... )

A cautious knock on the front door announces her arrival, and anyone who looks outside may find a very confused looking woman standing on the doorstep and constantly looking around herself as though afraid someone will jump from the bushes at any moment. In one hand she clutches a sheaf of papers, and the other fiddles absently with the skirt of ( Read more... )