Morningstar Manor

At six in the evening, this Wednesday,

• Andras was taking pictures of leaves in the conservatory,
• Lajos was having a pint in the Lamb,
• Charlotte was having coffee in the Mocha
• Marek and Manny were trying to scare pigeons on the roof
• Cindy was arguing with a delivery man in the lobby
• Chandika was enjoying a family-free evening in the hot tub
• Ashley was lingering vaguely in the ballroom
• Maude was browsing suspense novels in the library.

[[OOC: Mun finally has internet at home again and celebrates in this way -- tell me in your tag who you want!]]

Xander had creeped himself out watching horror films the previous night; much as he loved horror, George Romero's films scared the shit out of him. As a result, he was looking rather drawn today.

Of course, he probably wouldn't have slept even without films about the z-word; seeing Zack again had seen to that. Holding Zack again had seen to that. And God, it just made him want more. But he knew that could never happen.

Sighing, he went back to his painting, carefully finishing the sunlight glinting off Serenity's nose.

Hello ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls -- this is your friendly neighborhood Schnozzle with an announcement:

We've been hard at work and can now give you group chat. If you collaborate in teams of more than one, it's so unnerving to tell everything twice. So, you don't have to, any more.

I know, it sounds like we were re-inventing the wheel, but believe me, we felt we needed it.

Also, no hedgehogs have been spotted lately. Life is good.-

At eleven in the morning on Saturday, everybody was about:

• Andras and Lajos in the Mocha, arguing about Barak Obama
• Marek and Manny in the ballroom, arguing about Richard Nixon
• Cindy and Charlotte in the library, arguing about Anne Rice
• Chandika and Arjun in the garden, watching Rahul play with Hanu, and arguing about Martha Stewart, of all things
• Ashley Sexton and Maude Temminck by the elevator, arguing whether he would be allowed to help her with her copious, posh shopping bags, or whether it was all poppycock, and a lady worth the name could manage by herself