[The Forge is off-kilter, the screen reflecting the corner of an ornate mirror, and of flickering lights. The shadow of movement repeats itself, accompanied by the sound of a low purr. A small sigh follows, and there's a moment more of nothing but this sound, until long fingers reach out to adjust the view ( Read more... )

Folks always think the same thing when they come strollin' through the Door. Kidnapped, dead. Betcha a few even thought they were dreamin ( Read more... )

Greetings again, Anatole! You know, I've realized I never speak to the Forge network unless I'm feeling partiiicularly philosophical. How nauseatingly self-indulgent of me, don't you agree?

So I won't do that tonight! Instead, I'm going to be aaaalllll business, heehee. Perhaps I'm being a touch shameless in my advertising, but I certainly wouldn ( Read more... )

[ It looks as though Ukitake has finally decided to join us, today! The Forge sits atop a desk a fair distance away, capturing much of the darkened room within its lens, and a great deal less of the man himself. Intentional? Of course. No one wants to glimpse at those hideous, hideous panda eyes of his, now do they? ]I was wondering if, perhaps, ( Read more... )