Fitzwilliam Darcy had been having a wonderful dream. He had wed his lovely Elizabeth and taken her away to Pemberley far, far from his new in-laws. She had become both mother and sister to Georgianna and helped heal the blow That Cad dealt his dear sister's heart. Bingley and Miss Jane were their frequent visitors; Miss Lydia Bennet had to be set ( Read more... )

Hi guys. Sorry to interrupt, I'll be quick.

First off, Max Headroom is now popcorn.

Secondly, much as I love Darcy, I haven't played him since Lizzie-mun went on extended hiatus, and it's beginning to feel like character squatting. (Because Darcy rocks and somebody should be playing him.) So I've decided to offer him and his journal for adoption ( Read more... )

Broadband service has now been reinstalled, halle-frickin'-LUiah, I've been jonesing so bad! What do people without internet do at night?

And I once again have access to AIM and the IRC channel. :-)

Laura, Carrie, Ian, Reilly, Max, Brenda, Mr. Darcy, Lady Heather and Crais are all back on duty again, finally.

Sometimes you find a copy of a book, and you just can't help but wonder what happened ( Read more... )

Elizabeth was not one for dwelling overlong on vexations but she had noticed that, since Valentine's Day, she had not heard from Simkin. Even after she had fled the party in evident distress he had not searched her out or sought to comfort her. It had become exceedingly clear to Elizabeth that such a relationship was but a wretched excuse for one ( Read more... )

Although the Easter Bunny arrived in time for Easter, he was rather woefully late in spreading the Easter joy to Hogwarts. This may have been because he was sleeping 16 hours a day, because he'd tried playing DDR in the Gryffindor common room, or just because he was extremely lazy ( Read more... )

( Owl to Darcy, unwarded, with a pink lily of the valley in its claw )

((Backdated to Feb. 17))

After the debacle at the Valentine's party, Mr. Darcy made himself scarce. The rest of the night and most of the next day he spent drinking himself into a stupor. The day after that, he exhausted himself fencing with a straw dummy.

The day after that, there was nothing left but to face the music. So he sat down with pen ( Read more... )

Strong Bad had been at a loss for a party theme. He wracked his brains. He asked himself the classic WWSCD (What Would Senor Cardgage Do?). No matter how he strained, he couldn't think of anything great enough to top the Entrapment All Up On the Moon dance he'd crashed back in Free Country, USA. Then, one afternoon, musing on this problem and ( Read more... )

Susan didn't do any advertising for the party she'd planned--nobody would understand why, and she didn't feel like explaining. So she just spread munchies, punch bowls, and weird fruit trays around, left out a few cases of butterbeer and firewhiskey, and tacked a sign up over the bar that read ( Read more... )