Okay, cousins!

Who's up for hide and seek? I'll be it. Outside the mansion's Out-of-Bounds. Bottom of the main floor staircase is safe base.

1...2...3...4...5...

Oh my gosh...Oh my gosh my gosh....

It's going to be nighttime again soon...

I've gotta find a way-

Has anybody tried the roof yet? Or a way to dig out through the tunnels?

There are so many berries out in the forest lately! I really love it when it starts feeling like summertime is close.

[Coraline appears to be heavily...flour-dusted, and is kneeling up precariously on a stool in the kitchen, rolling out a big sheet of pastry dough and cookie-cuttering rounds into small muffin cups.

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I just remembered.

[Coraline sighs, sounding...uncertain. Sad? Wary, remembering Other-Mother? Missing mom, even though they have their pre-teen/mother communication issues? Or simply just realizing she's been here for over a year again.]

Tomorrow is...Mother's Day.

[Coraline's sporting ladybug wings, and is wandering through the halls in a low hovering flight, humming to herself tunelessly.]

Ladybug. ladybug, fly away home!
Your house is on fire and your children are gone...

[Her toes touch the ground very now and then, and she uses the floor as a little push-off to get herself back in the air..]

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Mr. Fakir's gone.

His room is all empty, so I can't even check his closet for a secret stash of dashing capes, or stories, or ballet music records.

I guess that means the Other-Fakir behind the mirror's gone too. Good riddance. 

[Coraline Jones is back in her PJ's all day today, flopping around in bed, heaving melodramatic sighs and thumbing her communicator grumpily.]

What's with everybody today? Everybody's all lovey-dovey and stupid-hearted and making big dumb announcement...and...

[When she realizes what it all reminds her of, she makes another moaning sound and goes ( Read more... )

[There's a rustle of plastic 'easter grass' and the soft sound of egg enamel with hard-boiled center rolling on mahogany.

A small, girl-sized hand gently, methodically places a line of colored eggs on a table in the main foyer, arranging them in alphabetical order. Looks like someone's been playing America's egg hunt for all the less enthusiastic ( Read more... )

[Coraline, with her point-and-click adventure gaming 'Inventory', is trying her best to construct a trap out of several seemingly random items to outwit a hobgoblin that's been tracking her throughout the mansion]

I....I can't attach this rubber duck to the fishing pole! I...I think it's still looking for me! Somebody help

I got a great idea today! Something to keep us all from getting too bored ( Read more... )