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[1926bentley]

The Mansion sits in silence, everything inside it coated in a heavy layer of dust. It's waiting. It's plotting. It had reluctantly released its captives for a while -- back to their native books lands -- but that was only to lull them into a false sense of security. Now it's back with a renewed sense of mischief

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[immortalbrat]

He's been sitting on the sofa all evening, he sometimes comes here to think. Thankfully before the mansion decided to release people he had left to live in a house outside its domain. He's not expecting anything, really, just a few moments to himself, but he'd welcome conversation from any passerby.

[tomboy_22]

*blink* --- WELL HELLO YOU. *have an Anitackle, Lestat* ... YOU. YOU. Where have you been all this time! I've missed you like mad!

*yup, it's a bit of a violent glomp, jus'sayin', even for Anita*

[immortalbrat]

*stumbles a little and laughs rather furiously as he half hugs her half pats her on the back* I've been home, with my husband, my children. The better question, chérie, is where have you been?

[tomboy_22]

Killing furballs, and getting in all sorts of drama, actually. With Henry and the others, of course. You have no idea. I'm dating your worse enemy. Though I think I might manage to make him not kill you this time.

*no joke, Anita's beaming*

[notwocouches]

*have a Loki, who has sparked in from somewhere or other, looking at the couches with approval* Okay, that's more like it. Do you know, I got here and none of them were on fire?

[1926bentley]

*rolls his eyes* Figures. That's a bloody waste of couches, essentially. Why have inanimate objects when you can't torment people with them?

[notwocouches]

I KNOW, right? *huffs* It's a terrible world, you turn you back for five minutes and not even a smoldering ottoman in sight. :(

[1926bentley]

Not even a smoldering person in sight.

[livingnostalgia]

*a small, neat figure steps in from a side entrance*

Well. This all looks horribly familiar.

*some people might label Amadeo expressionless, but he's wearing the vampire equivalent of an adorable little scowl*

[immortalbrat]

Lestat get bored sitting on the sofa, eventually scanning the room when his eyes fall on a familiar face. He almost smiles, then remembers who he's looking at. Still his eyes stay locked where they are.

[livingnostalgia]

... You.

*takes a seat near Lestat, dust from the neglected sofa floating up around him in a cloud*

If I'm not mistaken, now is the time for comparison of timelines and assessment of how we currently feel about one another.

[immortalbrat]

*laughs*

You're quite prompt, aren't you? Well, if you must know, I don't have a single reason to be all that fond of you, though I never have truth be told. *a pause*

And as for timelines, well I don't know quite how to respond to that, so perhaps you should start.

[visiblemystery]

*having strolled through the grounds out of nostalgia, or some sense he might be missing out on mischief of some kind, here's a Henry wandering in with a still-lit cigarette*

Well. The decor, I fear, has not improved with age. I fear for the state of the residents.

[loonyradish]

I think it's quite charming! It all reminds me of my former Professor Slughorn, somehow; old, richly decorated -- *tilts her head* --and kind of droopy.

[visiblemystery]

*quirks an eyebrow* My dear girl, "droopy" is generally not a quality to aspire to, for couches or for faces.

[loonyradish]

I think it works in this case. *sagely, as if it makes sense in the general vein of conversation* He's very good at turning into couches.

[avenginggoddess]

*Nemesis walks in, and stares at the couches. She doesn't sit, because she's a goddess, and, thanks to goddess powers, knows something is up.*

We're missing orange and purple.

[godsayshi]

*gives her a broad smile, entirely delighted to see her here* I suppose I could provide if you'd like, but I don't think I want to make them change people the way these might do. *might be more annoyed about the trick couches, but it's hard to actually get angry with Crowley's low-impact tricks*

[avenginggoddess]

*The couches are forgotten, because Hello, there, Meta.*

You. *Oh, yes. There's the traditional tackle.*

[godsayshi]

*just smiles again and hugs her warmly, practically clutching her to him for a second* Hello, Nemesis. It's wonderful to see you.