Mabon is back to his proper age again, and not at all happy about the reduction thereof; his younger self is something he never liked. The Mansion needs a remonstrance, and therefore, as of to-day, the walls are laid about with his own particular brand of Power ( Read more... )

He wakes up in a corner of the main room. There are sticks and leaves in his hair, and his clothing is torn in many places and stained with mud. He could use a shave, and probably some sleep. More than that, though, he could use some idea where he is, or whose mansion he's entered while he was sleepwalking.

Tentatively, he calls, "Hello?"

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Draco is sitting in the main room of the Mansion, narrowing his eyes at anyone who passes and looking highly irritated.

Finally he proclaims loudly: "You Muggles are all so boring!"

Having learned that the mortals of the mansion are not sufficiently occupied, the gentleman with the thistle-down hair has decided to provide a bit of harmless entertainment. Therefore, anyone who spends more than five minutes in one place will find himself or herself a child ( Read more... )

When she walks in it is with an air of nobility, straight and proud, her hand resting lightly on the head of her lead dog, a tall, equally noble sighthound with long, curling fur. But it lasts only a moment as she jerks back, realizing that this is not where she was meant to be, revealing instead a pale woman dressed only in a simple deerskin dress ( Read more... )

Arkady's decided to make a grand re-entry into the community ... again. (This has nothing to do with his typist being lazy.) In doing so, he doesn't actually plan to be around; instead, he's left a tray on a table, and on that tray are drinks. Some are clear, some are sparkling, and some are a dark red - it's clear that what he has provided are ( Read more... )

He doesn't so much arrive as appear--and he doesn't so much appear as seem to have always been there, in the main hall. The sound of a mournful band playing on queer instruments lingers around him, and in the periphery of the observer's vision, fairy dancers seem to sweep through the room. The gentleman himself is clad for a dance; he has a pale ( Read more... )

It's spring.

The air is warm, the sun is warm, the flowers are blooming. And anyone who takes advantage of this weather, who perhaps wanders near to the lake on Mansion grounds-- they shall find thisLeviathan has come to the surface, her large sleek body rising just above the waves. She shimmers in the light and it is this warmth that she has ( Read more... )

A girl of about seventeen crawled out of the bushes. She was wearing a somewhat coarse and dirty shift, and was, herself, a bit disheveled, but for all that was quite handsome indeed. Once out of the bush, she looked around, and found herself not at all where she was expecting to be. So, after a short moment of surprise, she shrugged to herself ( Read more... )

To whom it may concern,

If there is sufficient interest, Mr. St. Just and myself would like to organize an informal reading of William Shakespeare's Twelfth Night or What You Will. Absolutely no dramatic experience is required. Please contact either one of us at your earliest convenience, or leave a note addressed to us on this board if you ( Read more... )