Molly has been Snow White-ified, due to an enchanted apple. Or at least, she ate the apple, and now won't wake up. She seems peaceful enough, smiling a bit, but remains stubbornly asleep. Cal, good lad that he is, brought her back to the Mansion after failing to wake her. Now she's just waiting for her true love's kiss, it would seem. Though ( 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... )

Due to crackplot, Molly has adopted a modest, high-necked dress and has twisted her hair demurely away from her face. She seems happy enough, but very subdued for anyone that knows her.

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.)

Molly is curled up in her room, crying as if her heart is broken. And so it is, for the spell hasn't completely worn off on her (probably because, unlike Jonathan, there was no one it was forcing her to forget in teh meanwhile). She's in a shift and a very plain, flowing dress, curled up in her quilts and trying to keep her sobs quiet, as she ( Read more... )

Molly is dressed in the gown Zara made her, loving its simplicity and its finery. And it really only requires a shift under it, which is substantially more comfortable than the gowns she had been wearing. For all this, though, she looks troubled, and is looking for Curio. She needs a bit of advice.

ETA: Contains adult content.

Now that she'd gotten herself settled, Molly was beginning to explore the Mansion and its grounds a bit. She was still rather in awe of not having to work, and being able to go where she pleased without parents or sisters or neighbors to say anything about it. She wouldn't mind someone to talk to, strapping and male or otherwise, but in the ( Read more... )