I would like to let everyone know, friends and our remaining family, that Chris and I are expecting our first child.

*beams*

A ten year old boy enters dragging milk cartons and a gasoline can.

Hello. I'm new in town. My name's *mumbles* Brown, but call me Encyclopedia.

He begins setting up- the milk cartons are chairs and a table, and the gas can is a dramatic device to make quarters clink.I am my hometown's pride and joy, not only as their smartest underage citizen ( Read more... )

*enters looking confused, distracted and more than a bit panicked* Excuse me...can anyone tell me where I am?

[Typist: And here is Mina Harker. This is a bit after the events of the book, and she's still quite traumatised.]

The big day has finally come; and anyone who ventures to Fëanor's gardens will find them decorated with long garlands of flowers - forget-me-nots, golden elanor and violets, by request of Armand and Chris - entwined with some of the small light-stones of Fëanor's making. Beneath the budding trees, long tables have been set, decorated with the same ( Read more... )

Hello, again! A Question for All:

When is your birthday? Please respond with the date. This is for my own personal records. If you don't respond, I'll tell Cinnamon to eat your pinky finger.

Many thanks! *beams*

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... )

If I were to wait to be formally introduced I may be here unnanounced for longer than this occasion lasts, and I believe that I may have to break tradition in this case. *eyes glitter* I am the Duchess of Monmouth according to my husband, and Gladys according to my family and friends, though they give their opinions on considerably rarer occasions ( Read more... )

Kaos leaves a wallet lying on the floor in the entrance hall of the mansion, where it will be easily visible. He binds it to the floor and then puts a spell on it ( Read more... )

(Or anyone inclined towards men, really)

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[Ah, nothing says 'Christmas' like bells ringing and the soft sound of snow fluttering-light against the windowpane, while seagulls reel through the common room and the hot sun makes the sands gleam golden ( Read more... )