The Doorway: a panfandom game

Well. At least I won't have to wear that stupid nose any longer.

[Chauvelin & Sir Blakeney]

I forgot to tell you, Percy and I took Robespierre to Paris. Is there anything I should bring back for you?

["Friends" of the Blakeneys, + Citizens of France]
(OOC: Basically, in this case "Friends" means anyone at all who isn't about to spoil their fun and confirm that Robespierre didn't actually come through the Tesseract)

This morning I received an announcement that Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre was brought through the Tesseract. He was, in fact, a family friend and so they thought it best that I be the person notified so that I might help. I met with him myself this morning and confirmed indeed that he is here with head intact. I've done my very best to help him adjust to the climate of the times, and he's told me he'll be willing to accept visitors tomorrow.

We only really ever have ourselves.

Open invitation to get drunk. I'll buy.

On National Coffee Day, we are reminded that anyone in this day and age can establish whatever celebration he pleases, so long as he has a Facebook account and a few friends with a bit of time to kill.

But they're not all merely frivolous: some are downright backward, like October 16's Boss's Day, or bafflingly unnecessary (e.g. Sandwich Day, Nov. 3rd - was ever there an object that required less public celebration?).

Suddenly parsnip day doesn't seem so very foolish. At least it was only a name, not a command.

Why is it that every single actor in the history of theatre acts as though Hamlet was the only play Shakespeare ever wrote?

Henry was

[Per Chauvelin]

Are you free at the moment?

I think I quite enjoy driving although I don't understand most of the signs. Who cares if one is going the wrong way provided that one exhibits caution and mental acuity? I've sto acquired a horseless carriage and have experimented quite thoroughly with various techniques. It's a diversion, nothing more, although it's pleasant to have the wind in your hair and the sidewalk under your tires.

Delivery For:

Oscar François de Jarjayes Basil Hallward Dorian Gray Sherlock Holmes & John Watson Don Draper Clara Oswald Pepper Potts & Tony Stark (MCU) Peggy Carter & Stephen Dedalus Henri Combeferre Septimus Smith & Isabel Pole Thor & Jane Foster Rupert Giles Dr. Stephen Strange

Lady Door Albus Dumbledore Severus Snape Mycroft Holmes Gregory House James Wilson Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine Wesley Wyndam-Pryce Armand Chauvelin Simon Grantaire & Denis Enjolras George Oscar Bluth, II April Ludgate-Dwyer Henry Sturges

(OOC: If you're friendly with either one of the Blakeneys, assume you also got an invitation -- it's my oversight! Not Marguerite's! A few people on this list (Contessa, GOB, April) received invitations because Marguerite thought your name sounded fancy (and because I thought it was kind of funny to invite GOB). You can all RSVP IC to this post!)

( AN INVITATION! )

I had the privilege of my wife's company for rather less than three months - before we were married, I'd put the grand total, generously calculated, of the time we spent in the same room at something like three weeks. (Travel was a different thing altogether back then, and she lived more than eighty miles away - no casual journey.) After the wedding, we lived together for two months and three days before I returned to Versailles (four hundred and fifty miles away, for those keeping track).

Not quite three months of actual togetherness; perhaps sixteen months from our first introduction to when I buried her. By the numbers, not terribly impressive, even by my very old-fashioned standards.

And so I think it's nice to sit by her again - quite nice. There isn't much to say, but often that's for the best.

[ Filtered to Vampire Task Force ]

Ghosts of dead loved ones and friends are flitting about.

Admittedly, this isn't my forte, but I assume that filtering you lot to see if you have any experience with these sorts of things is a braver decision than crying on the bathroom floor with my hand around the whiskey bottle.

Thoughts?

[ Filter ]

Strange weather today, and by strange weather I do mean "watch out for the apparitions".

Sometimes I forget my father's dead. It's easy to do here. Just visiting, home still a snapshot from the last time we were all there at once. His smile and my mother's laugh, wet with wine and glowing in warm orange candlelight. And a wicked glint in my brother's eye and my sister's baby blonde curls just peeking over the table as he chased her.

And then I remember that no matter how much I practise, I will never open a door to them.

But I have learned to open doors to friends, so that's a small victory to be proud of. And it's all right to grieve and be happy at the same time.

Now let's see. We've Juno and the Paycock, but if they're at all concerned about the authenticity of accents, I rather think I'm up the creek.

I think I might see what this Defacing Michael Jackson is all about, or perhaps I ought to look into something I already know -- King Lear has never steered me wrong..

... Or then, there is Marie Antoinette but that seems both a bit awkward and hardly acting, I should think.

Does anyone have any suggestions? For once, I think I could do with some advice.

Bras: Torture device or useless piece of fabric and metal?

Seriously, they're hard enough to take off when they're on someone else but how the hell are you suppposed to do up clasps in the back on yourself. Why do women need bras anyway? I mean, yes, it makes breasts look perky and pretty and va va voom, but seriously, men, we need to learn to appreciate them braless. Because bras - more trouble than they're worth. I think I'm beginning to understand why women used to have maids to help them get dressed.

God I miss being a boy. So much easier.

I would argue that this is a far sight better than 10 years hard labour.

I like to have the windows open in the morning, at least, before the city gives itself up completely for a god-damned hell of an oven, but today the noise is worse than even is usual on the first floor. These people have been shouting without stopping for a breath since I took my coffee. Damned disorderly, too: I can hardly make out a one of them over the general din.

Frankly, a country that's moved away from a man's sacred right to box someone's ears for more or less screaming into his window is a country that might take a moment to consider where it came from. Although God knows they're no bett

[FILTER: STEPHEN MATURIN]

I think they're entirely right, you know, even if they are milling around like a bunch of shiftless hooligans. I haven't got an enemy in the world, but some of these people - well, there's dragons, ain't there? And if there's good ones, there's bad.

( Quick Sketch of Dorian Gray; Cut for Image, Not Filtered )

This photo scanner is a rather ingenious device, isn't it? I should like very much to thank the young man who showed me how to use it. He was very patient with me.

My experiment with acrylic paint has proven to be quite a disaster, and one I do not wish to repeat. But I find that pencils, paper and oil paints are much the same, and that has been fairly reassuring. Except for the turpentine, apparently. But whatever they gave me to use instead of turpentine smells a great deal like citrus peels, which is quite an improvement.

[OOC Note: I drew this, obviously. But Basil is basically magic, so if he drew this, it would be better. Very special thanks to Rebecca for making it transcend its original medium, mechanical pencil on printer paper.]

yogourt glacé - ou la mort
Vive la france! Vive la france

As much as I know there is a sincere little cabal in this tower who believes that I am incapable of fun and amusement, I should think this is no time for fun that ensuring the children de-homed by the bombing in Batignolles were able to find their own diversion was amusement enough for me.

All my love and appreciation to those of you who are assisting and donating your time to our crisis center I spoke of in my last entry. You're already touching lives and I do promise you that the warmth you show to 'the least of these' will not go unnoticed or unsung. People and fed and clothed, children are smiling and life is going on, bit by bit.

I have always found that mercy bears richer fruits than strict justice.
Abraham Lincoln

An American I think I can get behind, who would have thought.

[Percy Blakeney]

Why do you think it is we've been brought here to witness all this madness? Do the powers that be not realise we've already stuffed ourselves on terror and senselessness. I'm angry, I'm damn angry - and I almost threw something at Armand the other day. He's still as insufferable as ever, of course, and considering all that's happening here, I half suspect he'll be in charge by next Tuesday.