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... )

Jagger paused in the middle of the room, hand on his chin, looking thoughtful. "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you get what you need. And what I need..." He looked around, taking in the room, "Is to know where the hell this is."

Typist: Jagger House, adopted son of the infamous Greg House. Blame Erin and Rainee, ( Read more... )

If he resembled one of his parents more than the other, he would have appeared in a flash-- looking unapproachably cool. If he resembled his other parent more, he would have arrived smiling, attentively friendly. His entrance, however, is like neither, because he resembles both of them equally. It's subtle-- an absentminded entrance, reading an ( Read more... )

The mess is spread quite liberally throughout a series of rooms in the mansion, following a trail of gore that simply grows more and more gruesome as you move from one victim to the next.

( Warning: This is-- disgusting. Less disgusting than it could be but disgusting nonetheless. There is no other way to put it. Consider yourself warned. )

Boredom. Crackplots are always the product of boredom. And Tia has a list of things that she would like to do to people just to see how it all turns out. So there will be random objects placed about the mansion. These objects could be absolutely anything at all, from pens to lamps to cookies. The first person to touch a crackplot'd object (or ( Read more... )

A boy wanders in with a husky-esque puppy at his heels. He (the boy) is just over average in height and he has a hereditarily thin build, though he does at least manage to look healthy. Something else he's inherited is the red hair, though it's a far more natural shade than his father's, and his eyes are a sort of pale charcoal at the moment, ( Read more... )