Despite the confusion at being somewhere that, while vaugely familiar, is generally unknown, the boy walking through the door immediately looks like he belongs here. But perhaps that's just the (quiet) confidence he gives off ( Read more... )

Here's a tallish, lanky, nineteen year old boy, a joint between two fingers, studying the room. He takes a long hit and exhales slowly. Really, if there's a word to describe this boy, it would be 'slow'. Slow-moving, slow-talking, slower-thinking than his older brother. He gives a small, two-fingered wave with his free hand and smiles lop-sidedly ( Read more... )

The young woman who enters isn't new to the mansion per se, having been here before as a small child, but it's been years since the plothole opened randomly for her or her family, and she hasn't actively tried to come here ( Read more... )