[When evening falls tonight, you hear music from within one of the ballrooms. There's something curious about it and you can't help but wander toward the doors of the room to investigate ( Read more... )

[ ...Getting around in her borrowed dress from a closet in one of the castle rooms was far harder than it looked. Almost as hard as it was to get the darned thing on in the first place.

The former pirate girl paused, dropping the skirts she'd had to lift in order to even walk, and glanced at the mirror on the wall across the hall from her.

Funny how ( Read more... )

[[Fakir Lambert is NOT okay right now.

Currently walking around in a body that is clearly not his own (and either must belong to an Ahiru with similar tastes to him in hair color or to an Ahiru whose hair is now expressing the person inside of it), the American Idol contestant is running down the stairs of a tower looking for the chobit Ahiru he ( Read more... )

[[ Tutu isn't quite sure what's happened. She was on stage, talking to one of the minor Players, and then someone had called for a scene change. And now she was inside some room with stone walls she hadn't seen before, sitting on the ground.

She stands a little shakily, feeling woozy, and looks around. ]]

Hello?

[[ She walks over to one of ( Read more... )

[[Down in the kitchens of the castle, a certain not-so-blue-haired-anymore Ahiru is peering intently into a saucepan full of a pale mixture that is stubbornly not bubbling. The ghosts are all ignoring her, as usual, except for a chef whose oven she seems to have hijacked for her own purposes. He doesn't seem to be happy, but Bertiehiru is ( Read more... )

*Ahiru had to get away. She just had to. The visit that she and her parents were having with the Lemongott family was already a complete disaster, with her having fallen flat on her face in front of the rather handsome, slightly older and very mature white-haired heir to the family when she'd tried to curtsy. Although her having landed harshly ( Read more... )

[[The blue-haired Ahiru is wandering down the hall, whistling something that sounds horribly out of tune suspiciously like 'Loathing' from Wicked, when something inside a room catches her eye. Something shiny.

However, as soon as she pulls back to see if she can see what it is, she is met with a full-on white glare, effectively blinding her.]] Agh ( Read more... )

[[A Fakir makes his way through the gardens, a twitch in his eyebrow.

He's been in this place for far too long.]]

*The Ghost was alone again...a ways away from him, in what used to be his home on the lake below the Paris Opera House, he could hear the sounds of the mob that had gathered to capture him. He can't help but give something of a weak smile, something that could almost have humor, and yet also held a sad kind of triumph. Even if they did find him in ( Read more... )

[[Bertiehiru is sitting in the doorway leading to the exterior of the castle, surrounded by bottles (the contents of which, if tasted, would prove to be ordinary water) of varying emptiness arranged in a semicircle.

She holds another bottle in her hands, meditatively blowing over the top and sipping every once in a while.

Feel free to come ask her ( Read more... )