that time of the month.

[tech_wizard]

Specifically, it's coming up on Hallowe'en. And Dairine is all in favour of celebrating, however disastrously

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[le_desirous]

This is not exactly what Emily had planned to do on her weekend.

She looks around, frowning a little, her hands tucked into her sweater. "Oh, great."

[elven_irs]

He was just about to put on his jacket - there are things a professional boxer has to do, to keep the money going.

He's barely beat - the practice was to his advantage, today, and he's calm, but for how long?

Yes, he's human, and he finishes to shrug the jacket on, not bothering with the bow tie.

"What in the world?"

[le_desirous]

Sigh.

"Hello?"

[elven_irs]

Ack young woman and she's pretty !!!

".... hello." A pause. "Please tell me this is not the Crown Plaza."

[john_ofdarkness]

There is a jaunty little vaudeville tune coming from the piano--at odds with the sober, reserved man playing it. He wears a neat suit, not quite current for the turn of the century (and although it is neat, the elbows are almost worn through); his long, thin fingers are stained a little yellow from habitual smoking.

There is no money in vaudeville, but there is less in composition unless one is a Rachmaninoff--and he could never bear to be some young girl's piano instructor. Therefore, he perfects the jaunty little vaudeville tunes and the odd Gilbert and Sullivan opera; he writes music to accompany second-rate Shakespeare productions and edgy stagings of Woyzeck.

[tinylittleonion]

Presently Alyosha is a well-grown, earnest-looking man in his mid-twenties, in a worn jeans and a t-shirt of the kind one would wear to be splattered in lots of paint, which they are, and so is he. It makes him happy that the Sunday School has gotten so big that the church is renting extra space for it -- and when Kolya looked at the little school-house, and said the walls needed painting, Alyosha only laughed and agreed. He's rather lost, now, but he's not panicking. He even seems cheerful -- following the music -- leaning to look into the room with a curious and open smile.

[john_ofdarkness]

At first, John simply doesn't notice him, caught up as he is his music--but there is a persistent prickle at the back of his neck, and at last he turns to see who's standing behind him. "Ah--will you be an employee here?" he asks. "I seem to have misplaced myself."

[tinylittleonion]

"So it's happened to you, too!" he laughs. "I'm sorry -- I don't work here, but I don't know where this is at all. I was somewhere very different."

[ayrie_spirit]

Ariel does have such a talent for getting caught in such things, so shortly after the little accident a confused young exotic dancer finds himself in the main room of the mansion. He straightens from doing stretches and stares, because this is so very not his apartment.

Mun: omg, ilu :D

[topofadmiration]

Well, here is a wide-eyed girl with pigtail braids and her nose in a book, most decidedly not looking where she is going.

"Oh! 'scuse me."

[ayrie_spirit]

"--Sorry," he says at almost the same moment, off balance and incredibly confused to have an unfamiliar girl run into him. "I, ah...I think I'm a bit lost, where exactly are we?"

[topofadmiration]

"Oh, it's--" She stops as she realizes, taking a glance around, that she isn't where she was before. "I-- I don't know."

[hewer_of_caves]

Anyone who knows the elf lord will find the human high school student eerily familiar, Fred on the other hand doesn't recognize the mansion at all. "...Ed? Hey, Eddie? Amy? Very funny guys, come on, cut it out."

[lorien_gal]

One might wonder if he would recognize his little sister in the young human woman who is finishing to pack a suitcase.

She buttons up her uniform, something clearly out of the 1940's, still talking, to someone who no longer is around.

"Manny, we have to leave in five minutes. Lieutenant Pratchett isn't going to wait for us all to be ready."

[hewer_of_caves]

He probably wouldn't, as far as he knows little Gabby is still about three or four, making pictures of yellow trees in fingerpaints to stick on the refrigerator. However, family resemblance does run strong in that line and he does notice the resemblence to his family in general, which confuses him, as does the outdated uniform. He looks around curiously, but doesn't see anyone that could be the 'Manny' she's talking to. "Um, ma'am, I think he's here."

[lorien_gal]

She turns around and... gawks a little.

"You..." Then she looks around. "This isn't our flat. Dear. Where am I?"

He sounds like her brother - even ressembles him as a teen. This is so strange. He died in the trenches, a few years ago.

Yes, in her AU, Sauron gets to be Hitler.

[morvydd]

Mary Beth looks up from the file folder in her hands, and stops in the middle of the hallway. She looks behind her, then forward again, puzzled.

[crimson_sugar]

She might come across... Kriss Exxon, the wife of petroleum nabab himself, talking on a cell phone with annoyed authority.

"No, you are not planting white roses, I asked for red. And this is unacceptable. You are fired!"

She flicks the phone closed, and suddenly realizes she isn't in the hall of their Mansion.

"Who the hell redecorated? I'm tired of firing people!"

[morvydd]

"Yeah, I'm not sure what's up." This is Mary Beth's pleasantly neutral voice! While she looks discreetly for a likely exit, because she gets yelled at enough at work.

[crimson_sugar]

Kriss wheels around, and looks at the source of the voice. "Who are you?" Trying to contain her voice - maybe that's the new personal assistant, and she can't afford to have her quit on her (again). Not so soon, anyway.