Any day now the Mansion will be blanketed in snow and festooned with icicles, right on schedule; but for the moment, the lawns are still bare, the wind brisk but not bitter, the air bracing. Conveniently, because something seems to be going on ( Read more... )

Jackrabbit is sleeping, long limbs sprawled and tangled up in his sheets and blankets, feeling quite comfortable at the moment. He wakes up, yawning, rubbing his eyes and stretching his legs ( Read more... )

*If anyone would like to talk to one Roger MacKenzie, he can be found outside, wrestling with a bunch of fluffy puppies.*

( The puppies in question look like this )

Jackrabbit feels mopey ( Read more... )

The people of Mattapoisett would have any excuse for a party ( Read more... )

Jackrabbit stumbles into the mansion. He appears much like a normal man, only taller, lankier, beautiful in an unnatural way, like a Grecian statue might be. He looks around ( Read more... )

*Because he was bored, which is a dangerous thing for a puppet to be, Mercutio has set up a card table in the main room of the mansion, decorated with posters. On top of the table is a tray of delicious looking muffins (they're harmless, courtesy of Alcuin) and a painted shoebox with a hole cut in the lid to serve as his cashbox ( Read more... )

The big night had finally arrived. The Masion's small theatre was packed to capacity, people standing in the aisles to get a view of the stage. It was almost time for the curtain to rise for this once-in-a-lifetime performance ( Read more... )

So it's a safe bet that pregnancy isn't actually in the water. But that doesn't mean that nothing else is either ( Read more... )

Elrohir secretly unleases his typist's cat upon the mansion, who is a little over a year old ball of pure chaos and can get into just about anything. He is under the firm believe that anything that is on a table must belong on the floor, anything that moves must be pounced on, and anything that is orderly, must be made messy ( Read more... )