It is not particularly unusual for a strange Russian to burst into the mansion, nor is it particularly unusual for him to begin shouting. What is unusual is for him to declare in a gruff, jocular voice that (and this is a very rough translation), "It's party time."

The translation becomes much less rough immediately. "Where is the innkeeper?" He ( Read more... )

In one of the larger suites of the Mansion, there is a table.  It's humbly set with an embroidered table cloth, and candleholders of bronze.  There are paper garlands on the ceiling, and there is a Christmas tree in a corner.   Sugar and Sophie don't have music playing - but they are both singing carols as they set the table.

Sugar opened her ( Read more... )

There is a sign on the board, its spelling creative, but its handwriting immaculate. With a moment's reading, one can figure out that it says:

Mass
Every Sunday
Until the chapel is completed, services will be held in the ballroom
All are welcomePhilip would have posted something earlier, but it has taken him this long to gather that nearly all ( Read more... )

One fine day it just seems to happen. Out on the Mansion's spacious front lawn, a gathering is in progress ( Read more... )

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

Bedivere, at long last returned from his emo brooding soul searching and ever willing to profit off the misfortune of others, is now casually not-quite-napping next to two large and slightly dusty crates full of bottles. There is a sign leaning against the crates that reads simply:

Will Trade Booze for Sex KissesApparently his cellar is more well ( Read more... )

Khardeen never likes to be bored. And if there's someone around who appreciates what he does, all the better!

There are now in the main room several streamers hanging from the ceiling for no apparent reason - though there is a birthday cake on the table. The cake, however, is quite harmless. It's the streamers you have to watch out for. Brush ( Read more... )

*pretend this was yesterday! as promised, there are tables out on the lawn, all rather mismatched and clumsily pushed together for a feast, but adorned with bright, sweet-smelling flowers, plates of food, cups and wine from the basement, and there are paper lanterns strung through the trees -- it's the Pascha of summer, the Dormition of the ( Read more... )

*since it worked so well last time, here's another note on the bulletin board ( Read more... )

Khary does not like all this unhappiness floating around. He has a mind to do something about it. And being Khary, he does.

He's sprawled on the couch, nibbling a chocolate, with a tray of them next to him on the table and a sign that says, "TRY ONE." There are several types, though Khary currently has one of the dark chocolate mint. See, he's ( Read more... )