Once again, Kaat has set out to decorate for the holidays. There's tinsel and fake snow and colored lights, all in terrifying quantities. There's hot chocolate and frosted cookies in the shapes of snowmen. She's hung a banner reading "Happy Christmahayulwanzaa ( Read more... )

There's nothing to brighten the mood like another spawn of Satan.

No, really. Seriously. Don't you see the familial resemblance, and don't you see the quite literally bright clothing that he's wearing? You really can't miss the bright pink scarf draped around his neck. Then again, you might be distracted by the half-lazy, half-flamboyant way ( Read more... )

The smell of cigarette smoke precedes him, if not by much. Likely, whoever may be in the room is just starting to perk up, sniffing at the air and wondering where that's coming from, when he steps in, lowering the cigarette in question from his lips with two fingers, checking the clearly heavy and expensive wristwatch on his other arm as he does so ( Read more... )

An angel touches down some ways away on the lawn, looking a bit bedraggled and, well, rather wet. Have we mentioned that it's raining out? Well, it wasn't a moment ago but now it is. There's nothing quite like having the sky decide to actually open up just as you're coming in for a landing but the angel in question doesn't seem to be ( Read more... )

Maybe she's had a little too much eggnog, or maybe she just got bored, but Kaat has decided the Mansion is badly in need of some holiday cheer. She's been at work for the past hour, and it looks rather like Santa Claus threw up all over the main room -- fake snow, tinsel and glitter everywhere ( Read more... )

Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? Hypatia Fanshawe Hades is bored. Very bored. And this place has not had its regular dose of crack lately so what else would she do besides rectify that fact ( Read more... )

In contrast to her sister's, Kaat's entrance is marked by the clicking of boot heels. They're stilettos, intimidating, lacing up to the knee where fishnet takes over. The fishnets, in their turn, end at the thigh, just below the hem of a black skirt. Above the skirt, a black leather corset.

"Now, we went over the checklist last time," she's saying ( Read more... )

A surprisingly tall young woman walks in, glancing around. A bare hint of a smile might flicker across her face for a moment. "Good, I think I'm first for once ( Read more... )

She doesn't settle for simply walking into the room like any normal person would; she strolls in, with the expectation and assurance that every single person in the room will have their eyes on her from the minute she enters. She has complete faith in the effectiveness of her beauty and charm (and considering her parentage, why wouldn't she?), but ( Read more... )

A girl of about 25 prances -- yes, prances -- into the room. She twirls once before promptly flopping onto the nearest couch. She is tall with a lean, lithe build like that of a dancer, though she is no ballerina. When she twirls, her long, wavy blonde hair whips around behind her ( Read more... )