There, curse you all, theatrics as ordered. *might be grinning a little, yes*

Having been ambushed by a fox while batwatching1, I seem to have showed up at a costume party, more or less by chance2, with my dog and a monastic nemesis in tow.

The institution lent us costumes for the occasion. They are... interesting.

So far we have been greeted by a wildcard and royalty. Sadly, it seems all is not serene in the monarchal ( Read more... )

"You so much as lay a hand on her where she wouldn't want you to and you'll leave my demesne airborne" was the gist of it, if you're curious.

You see that I left open the possibility of rescuing her unconscious from a fire, on the offchance that he would.