Karla has never been a firm believer in avoiding anything. As someone who tends to face problems head on, she thinks that people around here do altogether too much avoiding of them. In order to help with this, a room somewhere near the main one is surrounded with a Tangled Web, intricately and carefully woven and almost entirely invisible.

Anyone ( Read more... )

There's a dark, slender boy walking toward the house, his bewitching face as pale as salt at the moment, and he's dressed for travelling in the dead of winter at least a thousand years ago.  He has the bearing of a prince and a warrior, for all that he's never seen a battle, and carries no weapon.  The sheath that held his hunting knife is empty.  ( Read more... )

A twentysomething woman walks into the room, impeccably dressed ( Read more... )

So! There's...a bit of a mess, on the lawn, this morning. Closer to the woods, really, not that far from the Mansion. But far enough. Upon seeing it, however, if anyone was awake late, they might remember having heard some very desperate screaming for - oh, ten or fifteen minutes.

Other than the blood matted into the grass, which is bad enough, ( Read more... )

Gabrielle has always given her work away for free here, when she's willing to part with it, but in the plot hole's absence there seems to be no sense in giving something for nothing. She takes a look through the fans strewn about her room, gathers them up, and brings them downstairs. This time when she sets up her table, she puts up a sign next to ( Read more... )

The carriage stops in front of the Mansion, and a man, in his mid-twenties, walks up the steps. His hair is unkempt, he is sporting a stubble, and a rare thing for a man of the 19th century, he does not wear a hat. He looks around with curious eyes, frowns, and knocks on the door.

His horses and carriage have stopped and await him - he never did ( Read more... )

Well, singular.

He comes striding out of the woods, completely in the nude, grinning broadly, opens his mouth and starts to call "El-" And then cuts off. As he rapidly realizes that he's no longer in upstate New York and Jeremy - and, for that matter, the whole pack - are nowhere to be seen, and more alarmingly, nowhere to be smelled. He snarls ( Read more... )

*some time ago, Alexei began to learn magic from the gentleman with the thistle-down hair; he could coax the trees to blossom in winter, with only the warmth of his hands and of his heart, and keep them blooming. now, he thinks, he will ask the apple trees in the orchard to let their blossoms fall, and bear fruit that he might to give to the hungry ( Read more... )

If someone is in a dark corner of the mansion, they might find a dead body. Yes, another one.

Caliban is curled around the bullet hole in his stomach in a pool of blood, very much dead, eyes closed and face calm and serious. There's no sign of the pistol he used or of a fight.

If anyone would like to deal with a dead body...?

I wake up with one of those epic headaches and a stiff neck, but the moment I open my eyes, I know something is wrong.  Crap.  I'm not in my bed, and I'm not with Micah, and Nathaniel isn't there either.  No wonder it was so damn cold !   In an instant, I check myself.  Shit!  No gun, no shoes, no clothes.  Just me, in an underwear and t-shirt.  ( Read more... )