Not really, but he wouldn't mind finding some ( Read more... )

Early Friday evening, Armand kisses Chris on the cheek and nuzzles baby Etienne and promises to come right back. He's thought of something he wants to get from the flat in Paris and meaning to try the plothole--it works for Marius and Cosette--as an easy means of travel he doesn't want to worry Chris. He only plans to be gone a few hours.

. . .The ( Read more... )

One end of the lake is shrouded in mist this morning. Not so unusual. What is unusual, however, is the ship that sails out of the mist. The mist departs, pierced by the early spring light, and so does the magic that brought it here, the ship, Hringhorni, is brought to a halt and a rope ladder is thrown over one side, followed by what appears to be ( Read more... )

There's alcohol. Lots of it. And untouched alcohol, too, free of any crack-plots, and that's rare ( Read more... )

The person runs into the main room, looking over its shoulder for pursuit. No one seems to be following. Then Bel notices the room and rolls its eyes. "Aww... damn... where the hell is this ( Read more... )

Algy has found the piano, and is currently seated at it, plunking out a slow tune. After a moment, he starts to play (not very well, but with wonderful expression), but he probably wouldn't mind an interruption. He might even smoke with someone -- or maybe he'll stop playing all together if someone brings him muffins or cucumber sandwiches.

Kate Morgan, Renaissance scholar turned private investigator, has only just arrived and has already encountered the Mansion's bloodier side. Her olive skin is pale, but she's composed enough as she enters the main room with blood on her clothes and without the coffee she'd sought out the kitchen to get ( Read more... )

(Did you really expect him not to post on his own day?) Anyway, y'all, here's one ridiculously bouncy god of love, sprawled out near a table full of all the sorts of things you'd expect to see on Valentine's. There's teddy bears, chocolate, cookies, long-stemmed roses, cards, and -- because Eros is practical (and the god of sex, after all), in a ( Read more... )

Fleurette is all for new holidays that mean people get flowers. Nevermind the meaning. She is in the main room of the Mansion with a basket of cut roses of all colors, giving the blooms to whoever will take them. There is nothing wrong with the blooms except maybe a few thorns on the stems.

Scene: a TV studio. The set of Who Wants To Marry A Courtier?, to be precise. Today we shall be deciding the fate of one Curio of Duke Orsino's court. Our host, Valentine of Duke Orsino's court, strides out. He flashes a charming grin, and the audience goes wild!

...okay, not exactly. But that's the idea.

(I'm sorry, Curio.)*bows (still ( Read more... )