Who?: Rose Tyler and open
What?: Exploring the mansion
When?: April 15th, morning
Where?: Tapestry/Trophy room
Rating?: TBD
Status? incomplete

( What is this place? )

Who?: Talion and whomever
What?: Trying to make sense of things
When?: April 6th, Morning
Where?: First floor
Rating?: PG, probably
Status? In Progress

Talion's body thrashed beneath the covers as his mind tried to free itself from the images flooding through his mind. He shot upright in bed with a gasp, sweat dripping from his forehead. Nightmares, if they could be called that... they were memories of events, crystal clear in every excruciating detail. No these weren't dreams, they were the past refusing to let him move forward. He looked at skull tattooed on his palm, the ominous black tattoo. It was her, as if her soul wouldn't leave his body and rest in peace, or let him rest either. "Why..." he whispered to himself. He leaned forward, resting his hand and head against his bent knees, palms rubbing weary eyes.

"No..." He shook his head, refusing to give in to self-pity and loathing. He threw the covers aside and slipped from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. Running water... yet another new thing this mansion had introduced him to. He washed off his face and looked himself in the mirror for a long moment before taking his straight razor and shearing the stubble from his face. The sound of fluttering wings of those damn little faeries brought a curl to his lip. They had learned from the previous day or two to keep their distance from him. So they slowly, cautiously closed in till they were just outside his reach. Even as he climbed into the shower to clean up.

Having cleaned up and dried off, he opened the door from the bathroom to his main room only to find it not there. He was staring into the Skull Chamber at Talianna. He swallowed and looked about, then down at himself he was in his dirty riding leathers ready to go through the cleansing ritual. Everything was right.. the pool, the tables, the slick stone all about. Was he back 'home'? Had everything else been a dream? No sooner had he started to begin questioning which was reality than wing lightly brushed against his hair. Damn faeries... He screamed in outrage at the chamber and the illusion faded back into the smoke and shadow it was... leaving only the generic room he was assigned. He growled and stepped back into the plain room, so the gods were just wanting to screw with the inhabitants.

Opening the dresser revealed a single set of clean black cotton pants and shirt, both embroidered with a white skull. Always a single clean set waiting for him, no matter where he deposited the previous day's clothes. Yet he had never seen a servant or any sort. He threw on the supplied clothes and left his room, headed towards to the library. He had seen some maps and atlas's, perhaps he could figure out where the hell he was, what was going on, and what he was supposed to be doing here.

Who?: Erika, Takato, and later on Fred
What?: Having a bit of fun with the humans
When?: April 6th, whenever Erika deems the mansion worth her waking presence, night time
Where?: Second floor
Rating?: PG, probably
Status? In Progress


( Did you hurt yourself when you fell? )

Who?: Takato and Fred
What?: Meeting
When?: Evening
Where?: Outside Rooms 277 and 278 (Takato and Fred's rooms, respectively)
Rating?: PG
Status? Complete




“Ahhhhh… what time is it?” yawned Takato as he got out of his bed. Unable to find a clock (the room had, for some reason, provided him with everything he could need but that), he instead grabbed his D-Arc and checked it.

“Wow, it’s evening already… hey Guilmon, ready for dinner?”

The dinosaur, who was asleep in an exact replica of the shed he used to stay at in Shinjuku Park, awoke instantly.

“YAY DINNER!” he yelled, running over to the door and waiting for Takato to come open it, unable to do so himself due to his claws.

“Haha, I thought you’d say that, boy,” laughed Takato as he approached the door. As he walked, he glanced around at his room. It still amazed him… it was an almost exact replica of his room back at his parents’ bakery. Only it was larger, and there was a copy of Guilmon’s shed in one corner. It even had grass around it and you had to walk up about four steps to get to it. It was as if someone had literally torn it from the park and put it in his room, which had been similarly torn from his home.

That wasn’t the only thing that amazed him, either. The whole mansion was fascinating. The day before, he and Guilmon had just sort of wandered around for a while (and, curiously, ran into absolutely no one). The place was HUGE. They had done the same thing today, this time over-hearing some things about new arrivals. He had made a mental note to go find some of them, or anyone really, but had come back to his room for a nap first. And now it was time for dinner.

“Come ON, Takatomon!”

And Guilmon was hungry.

“Alright alright, let’s go,” said Takato as he opened the door.

Who?: Fred and Sméagol
What?: Arrival of Fred
When?: Early Afternoon
Where?: The Foyer
Rating?: PG
Status?: Complete.

( Fred let out a frustrated groan and let her head fall to the desk heavily... )