It's been a while since Drusilla came down from the Delicate Flowers suite to socialise in the bar, but today is a good day from her, so she brushes her hair, puts on her prettiest white baby-doll style dress, and comes down the stairs with Miss Edith looking for some company. She takes a seat by the observation window and orders some tea and ( Read more... )

Boo is amazingly gifted at sneaking away from adults when she really wants to. She's small and sneaky that way. Not that adults aren't helpful. After all, how else will she increase her sippy cup collection? (She has not discovered the wonderful generosity that is Bar ( Read more... )

Drusilla doesn't come into the bar proper very much these days. The brothel has most things she needs and she's come to the conclusion that if the Delicate Flowers suite doesn't have it, then she probably doesn't need it all that much anyway.

Today, however, she is having a very good day - and by that we mean almost sane say - and she has ventured ( Read more... )

Because the mun has been lax in RPing lately, HERE! Have a minimalist multi-pup EP.

Angelina is sitting in a booth reading an article about the upcoming Quidditch season.

Drusilla is in the brothel lounge, playing with her tarot cards while waiting for clients.

Inari is sitting at the observation window with a glass of coke and her laptop.

Helga is ( Read more... )

Sitting underneath the observation window is a solitary figure sipping a glass of orange juice and nibbling a salad. Sitting on the table in front of her is a doll. The dolls name is Miss Edith and the young woman with whom she is sitting is Drusilla, ex-vampire, current Delicate Flower and crazy seer.

Dru's gaze is turned on the destruction of the ( Read more... )

Drusilla is sitting at a table with a jug of ice tea and some fruit. In a change from her usual long, elegant dresses of red and black lace and silk, she is wearing a pale yellow knee length summer dress with a patern of small blue flowers on it, and a pair of sandals.

Dru has her Tarot cards out on the table and she is conducting a reading while ( Read more... )

Drusilla comes down the stairs, her long red velvet dress sweeping the floor as she walks. She is smiling softly as she approaches the bar and looks entirely unsurprised as a note and paperwork appears on the bar in front of her. Ah, the joys of being prescient.

She quickly signs the contract and leaves it with Bar for Lilly. Then she orders a pot ( Read more... )

If perchance, there was some kind of device that could allow you to see misery, much like infra-red, you might just be seeing a massive build-up of it curled in that chair by the fire. Hair not brushed. Food not eaten. Coffee not drunk. Kaye chews on her nails, glaring at the unlit fire ( Read more... )

Roshaun is lounging on one of the couches by the fireplace, with a Popsicle in his mouth and his manual glowing between his hands.

Research passes the time, and he's looking up the entry about the home he's really starting to miss, just at the moment.

Outside, a solitary figure flies on a broom over the lake. She loops and swerves, flies as high as she can and then dives for the ground, pulling up just in time for her knees to skim the clear water ( Read more... )