So, um... the winter holidays are coming up!

What do people around here usually do for the holidays? Do they even exist in other worlds?

That would be kinda sad if they didn't... the holidays are just such a nice time of year!

But um... do people here or does the castle do anything for them?

Oh, also, also...

( Ciel Phantomhive )

Does anybody in this castle have professional pastry-making experience? Preferably in the French style. If so, I'm looking for somebody to join in a long-term venture in town- rest assured, I have plenty of business experience. It won't be a waste of your time. Inquire for details.

( [filtered to River Tam] )

[today in the fair castle, one Ciel Phantomhive is hopping out of bed, streeeeetching, and padding over to the bathroom to go brush his teeth. for some reason he doesn't feel like wearing his eyepatch this morning- just until he dresses himself, that's all. Ciel's journal is lying opened on the nightstand. :D he likes to keep up on current events, ( Read more... )

[ VIDEO GAME PARTAY; forward dated to Tuesday afternoon ]

[ For anyone who agreed to show and any stragglers who might be unlucky enough to pass by room 511 this afternoon, you will be greeted by the smell of tasty treats and some familiar giggling coming from a certain princess as the door is wide open. With help from the ghosts, though if asked ( Read more... )

I suppose Saint Valentine's day must have crept past me this year. I cannot say I am disappointed - in fact, I find myself relieved; I have not been so fortunate in the past.

Elizabeth would be crushed to hear so, I'd imagine.
But therein lays one of the Castle's saving graces.

( private. )

[ The darkness which greeted him had been alarming enough, as in its place should have been a gentle rap at ornate double-doors, a gentleman in black, a steaming porcelain cup of perfectly-infused breakfast tea. Being left to sleep in was practically unheard of, and what with those gues ( Read more... )

[Ciel has occupied most of his time the past week in the library, so it's not really a surprise that he's there now. Books scattered all along the table he's sitting at- some of them open to random pages, others hurriedly closed and pushed away at an awkward angle.]

[It's an odd assortment if anyone were to walk by: books about demons and other such ( Read more... )

I do not recall being transported from my room in the evening.

...

Sebastian!

[a long pause]

This book is...

[Elegant- if somewhat old-fashioned- writing slowly appears on the page]

A journal. ...Writing is appearing when nothing's been written.

-two kinds of people exist in this world. Those who steal and those who are stolen from. So then, today I just stole your future. That's- ...

[ long pause as he needs a moment to adjust to the sudden shift in reality ]

What...? Sebastian!

[ ooc; Loss over! And he got bumped up twenty chapters when it ended. Those pesky journals always opening ( Read more... )