There was dust here, layers of dirt coating the unused furniture, but some time ago, the dust melted away. The couches began to look new again. The kitchen cupboards replenished themselves and the plothole in the closet began spinning once more ( Read more... )

Once again, Kaat has set out to decorate for the holidays. There's tinsel and fake snow and colored lights, all in terrifying quantities. There's hot chocolate and frosted cookies in the shapes of snowmen. She's hung a banner reading "Happy Christmahayulwanzaa ( Read more... )

A young lady in her mid-twenties enters the main room and after glancing about carefully, drops to the middle of the floor. She crosses her legs and reaches into the pocket of her jeans. In the blink of an eye, there are half a dozen children's books scattered on the floor in front of her. A notebook and pen appear in her hands as though out of ( Read more... )

The mansion's been fairly quiet lately, but that doesn't mean nothing's happened. Plenty has, and while most of it has passed without incident, not everything slips from memory so easily.

Something's happened to Castor Lestrange. That much is apparent as soon as one enters the kitchen. It may not be a surprise, exactly, to see a young man who's ( Read more... )

It's been a long time. Over six months, in fact, since William Prewett was last here. In those few months, he has aged profoundly. Both his hair and a beard have been "allowed" to grow longer than he usually keeps them. While he has always had an athletic build, his muscles have hardened significantly. His face is thinner, as though he's lost the ( Read more... )

He's there rather without appearing to have come: a dark young man of Mediterranean aspect, twenty-five or so, soberly dressed. He stands easily in the doorway with his arms folded, surveying the room cautiously.

Typist: This chatty lad is Leonato, offspring of Don John and Hero. He's mostly harmless.

A notice, pinned in a prominent place on the bulletin board:

CREATIVE, OPEN-MINDED PEOPLE WANTED
Independent adult filmmaker seeks actors, crew, contributing artists and musicians for two upcoming films,
Water Lily Tryst and Post Petit-Mort.  M/F, M/M, F/F, group scenes available.
Shooting to begin in two weeks, compensation provided, experience ( Read more... )

"...Ceri? Ceri, it's not funny anymore. You win, alright?" The young man who emerges from the bushes has a smudge on his nose, some leaves in his hair, and is just old enough to begin to get lanky. "...hello?" He frowns and looks around. "Shoot."

I couldn't resist. Pedr, Ceri's younger brother and the son of Peredur and Cimorene. He's ( Read more... )

A skinny man -- well, boy, really, he's never seen himself as a man and probably never well -- clad in skinny jeans and a zip-up sweater wanders in cheerfully.  He's not coming through without purpose, though, because on his feet he's sporting a shiny new pair of pink Converse high-tops, complete with a black-and-white checkered tongue and a black ( Read more... )

As anyone who's met him can attest, Dave's not one to stand on ceremony. Special occasions are few and far between for him, and he'll endure them rather than enjoy them. Holidays are a different matter-- he'll never pull out all the stops but he won't entirely miss the day either ( Read more... )