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

"What defines you?"

Because his typist felt the need for a crackplot, Ashley is carrying a box of stock on his way to the magic shop, and along the way, he trips, spilling the contents all across the main room. If anyone would like to help him pick up the mess, effects are as follows ( Read more... )

Following Spade's directions, Livia made her way to where she'd been told she could find Vera Sabouroff. The young Irish woman had unpleasant but necessary business ahead of her, and she found herself glad that her usual attire was plain and black. It had never been more appropriate, even if she felt a bit like an undertaker. Her one glimpse of ( Read more... )

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... )

Prince Paul wanders into the room, sipping at a goblet of wine, and stops upon realizing that he is not in Russia ( Read more... )

She meant to break down that door and see whether the Doctor and, above all, the wife of Evremonde were inside, and she had been hindered by that horrible English woman, and then she had meant to shoot her, and then there had been a lot of noise and a lot of light ( Read more... )

Vera, rather pleased with the world, has spent the greater part of the last few days writing out a mass of new pamphlets. These, for those who've spoken with her before, take a considerably more moderate stance -- they call for a gradual shift to republican government, rather than immediate (forcible) removal of monarchs (possibly due to the recent ( Read more... )

As she did the day of her arrival, General Jinjur strides in and assumes a position somewhere near the center of the mansion, where she will be certain to be seen. Her hair falls loose over her shoulders because the sharp, silver knitting needles that held it in its knot are clasped in her fist. She lifts her chin, and speaks in a tone of absolute ( Read more... )

*nods head slightly* Lucivar Yaslana. You may have heard of me.

Typist: *siiiighs* From the Black Jewels Trilogy. Another arrogant male. Great. Try not to upset him.