(and, after much grumping about crass advertisements, at the community center and school...wherever notifications go.)

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After leaving Kenzi a voicemail message, Cecil herded Marjorie (licensed practicing exorcist and curse-removal expert) toward the house formerly known as DOOMHAUS.( Read more... )

Hannibal was back in town today, this time with a contractor in tow. He'd foregone anyone from his own world in favor of a highly-recommended one from a version of Baltimore that was used to both advanced technology and magic, thus sparing himself awkward questions of a different kind than he was used to considering ( Read more... )

The real estate agent was willing to lower the price just to get out of Doom's way faster. Same with the sign maker. Being Doom was the world's best haggling tactic.

And now, Doctor Doom was the new owner of Efferton Manor. Or, as the sign outside the front gate officially called it, DOOMHAUS. It didn't fit Doom's preferred style of housing. It ( Read more... )

After an absence from Fandom of a week or so, during which he went home to Pierrefonds to put his affairs in order, M. du Vallon de Bracieaux de Pierrefonds -- no, make that M. du Vallon de Bracieaux de Pierrefonds d'Efferton -- stood and looked at his new purchase. When he'd asked for the largest, most elegant estate on the island, he hadn't ( Read more... )

Rick was very wisely (at least in his opinion) deferring to Kyle when it came to fortifying the manor. Especially now that the things outside seemed even more wrong than they had yesterday.

But like yesterday, if anyone on the island was in need of a place to stay, the manor's doors were open. Metaphorically.

[Once again, open post is open for ( Read more... )

When Rick opened his door this morning, he took one good, long look around and closed it very quickly thereafter.

Then he pulled out his cell and hit the quickdial. "Hey, Alexis, honey, I might need to make a rain-check on that visit. Could you put your grams on?"

[For one, then open post is open for anyone in need of a place to hole up from teh ( Read more... )

The smell in the air of the immediate area was tangy, like there was a storm coming. The crackling came next, lightning arcing out of nowhere, eventually forming a shielded ball of light in the back yard of Efferton Manor. The sphere dissipated a few moments later, taking out a chunk of the lawn like a giant ice cream scoop had taken a piece of it ( Read more... )

Over the course of the evening, Fandom's population increased significantly. The prehistoric creatures that had first arrived last night were no longer alone. The newcomers inquisitively investigated their new surroundings ( Read more... )

Yesterday, GOB received a strange birthday card at his party. It was a birthday card from the CIA and they were offering him a job.

GOB wrote your response in purple ink as instructed and left it outside Efferton Manor, never stopping to think that the letter meant 10 PM on the day it was delivered, not the day he read it ( Read more... )