Molly has been, more or less exclusively in Sagramore's rooms since Caliban's attack. However, it is not in her temperament to say put indefinitely. She's out today, a shawl over her hair and shoulders, making the still-angry wound on her neck nearly impossible to spot. She's quiet, and uncharacteristically small. She seems every inch a common ( Read more... )

Molly has decided it is officially warm enough to drag the people in her life out to a picnic in the gardens. No invitations, since it's Molly, but she is delightfully oblivious to any sense of planning which of her friends will go well together and which ones won't. So Curio, Sagramore, Linden, Rosencrantz, Tom, Ada and pretty much anyone else ( Read more... )

Molly is sprawled on her bed, eating an apple (in winter!) and leafing through a book. When she fetched them for Sagramore, she found a couple with photographs and pictures, and has been examining them ever since. The book she's working on currently is a collection of black and white news photos from what is, for her, the future (probably around ( Read more... )

Molly is still pale, but well on her way to recovery. She's wrapped in a large, woolen shawl, and is wandering about the Mansion, looking for something or someone to distract herself with. She is long done with bedrest, and mostly done with the illness. Though she's still trying to duck anyone who might try to order her back to bed.

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Molly is looking for Curio. Partially because she misses him, but paritally because she needs someone to vent to. She's had several pleasant visitors of late, and a not so pleasant one, and now she needs him to help sort her out.

(Though if anyone else decides to speak to her, she probably won't object either.)