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... )

Goldfish have memory spans of three seconds. Electra's always found this fascinating: she could take a goldfish out of water and watch it flop and gasp in her hand, drop it back into the bowl a second before it was about to die, and watch it recover, swimming up to her hand and giving it goldfish kisses less than ten seconds later ( Read more... )

A young man in his early twenties enters. He's nothing special to look at, though he's pleasant, attractive in a sort of bland, comfortable way, and he wears a confused half-smile, running his hand through his sandy blond hair.Look, I might have made a wrong turn somewhere or I might just be stupid, maybe I didn't get enough sleep, but I can't ( Read more... )

There's a rustle of feathers overhead, a swooping shadow, and Persis touches down, her large white wings outspread behind her. A young woman in her early twenties, she's clothed in tight-fitting leather trousers and a backless shirt (all the better for flying in), heavily jewelled bracelets around both her wrists and an amber Kiss jewel glinting ( Read more... )

Enter a young man, about twenty-one, with fair skin and red hair. He's well-dressed, if a bit dandyish (something his father mocks him for) and not unpleasant to look at, though to his great dismay he has not yet managed to grow a beard (something his mother mocks him for.) He takes a look around, eyes most likely lingering on the women of the ( Read more... )

Hypatia is bored again. Mostly this is to do with the fact that her Hadesian family is celebrating Christmas and, being at least half Greek (maybe two-thirds or possibly 100%, no one is ever going to be entirely certain), she really doesn't care about it all too terribly much. She made a vague complaint of her boredom to said family and her twin ( Read more... )

It isn't a girl this time, nor is it a boy. This time, the newest arrival to the community comes in a pair, one of each. There's a boy, quiet, with a head of golden curls, examining his surroundings carefully. He's clearly a bit confused to find himself somewhere very distinctly not his home. The girl is smaller and her hair is dark, quite nearly ( Read more... )

In a room off to the side, there is a piano, a beautiful glorious piece of wooden beauty. Perched lightly on the bench is a girl of about seventeen, with long red hair and eyes that are an unmistakeable Pendergast grey. She is playing softly, and singing along, a strange song that flows through many different languages. The moment anyone enters, ( Read more... )

*unlike most of his family, he won't enter by means of flight (though he does have a rather magnificent pair of bright white wings which are immediately noticeable, and he is wearing flying leathers) -- he'll be on foot, carrying a roll of paper in one hand (it's sheet music ( Read more... )