There’s only so much time a demon can spend in his room sulking about his whereabouts before he starts to feel a little ridiculous. All right, so he’s displaced in a parallel universe where the resolution settings seem just slightly warped, in a reality inhabited by a creepy and over-familiar woman with buttons for eyes. Weird, yes, but Crowley had ( Read more... )

Jim wasn't content to sit in his room or the Entrance Hall for long. He had never been particularly patient, and he wasn't becoming patient now. It might be dangerous out there, but that didn't particularly bother him-- He had his phaser, for now, and he certainly wasn't easy to scare (or possessing much in the way of common sense ( Read more... )

Narcissa has found herself in a mansion, but not her mansion.

If she's surprised, she is very careful not to show it.

Her eyes take in the room slowly, an eyebrow arched and her chin held high.

Her voice is cool and soft, but nonetheless has a sense of power.

"Where is my husband? And my son?"

Going through the rooms of Shadowcrest, it was easy to see how Zatanna could forget where some were (or weren't) and what was in them; the big, lofty mansion was even larger on the inside with its infinite amount of rooms, some in strange pocket dimensions. Her front door could lead to anywhere and everywhere, and not always where she wanted to be ( Read more... )

Roger sighed. He was getting abso-fucking-lutely nowhere on his latest attempt at a song, and he was tired of it. He scowled down at the empty page, then stood and threw the notebook down on the couch. Maybe a cigarette would calm him down, make him less frustrated. He'd try again after a short break. Roger hunted for the pack of cigarettes ( Read more... )

The other mother sits at the kitchen table. Her expression is impassive, a blankly sweet smile as she waits, drumming her fingers on the table. In front of her is a plate of biscuits. They smell heavenly. The plate is rimmed with pictures of children playing, tossing a ball back and forth, and if they look a little too lively, like they're really ( Read more... )

Jim had been (rather enthusiastically) on his way to the mess hall when the turbolift had deposited him...Well. Definitely not in the mess hall. Completely and totally not the mess hall, really. And Jim knew his mess halls. This was not one.

An entrance hall, maybe. It was large, and strange, definitely not part of his ship, and it contained no ( Read more... )

Hi guys! Just posting here to note that we've got a shiny new OOC comm over at othermansionooc. Soooo join up, feel free to introduce yourself, tell us if you want a chat! We don't bite, promise. Aaaanyway, hope you're all having fun so far! <3

"-- And you can tell that crumpled bollock hammock that if he so much as pokes his gigantic baldy head around my door within the next week and a half, I will be personally obliged to remove both of his nipples with an ornamental letter opener. Yes. Yes. If you could do that immediately, pet, I'd be very grateful. Okay. Goodbye ( Read more... )

There are several reasons why the man (if he could be called such) who appears in a swirl of light in the lobby does not look surprised. The first is that he is quite obviously Vulcan, and the second is that transporter malfunctions are something he has been warned about quite thoroughly. So he simply pauses to take in his surroundings, though one ( Read more... )