What is this place? Where am I?

To A Certain Miss Myrene Carnegie in the Big-Ass Penthouse, New York,

In dealing with the case of the rather large battery of snowballs that accosted your western first level windows around 6 am today, including all sensors and security feeds, I formally request your investigation of culprits be expanded to beyond myself. I mean really, I'm not the only person with an inclination to prank. Loki can fly too, and it's totally possible for Shawn to haul almost 5 cubic yards of snow up the twenty-blank stories of your building and pelt the windows like crazy, without it melting all over the place and finally, escaping without you noticing. It's pre-fourth cup of coffee time, you aren't that alert.

I did say 'possible.'
  (EDIT OOC: Can be read by the accused, cuz it could be fun.)

JinGle BelLS, BaTMan SMeLLs
RoBIn LaiD an EgG
BaTMoBILe LosT a WHEel
And JOKER gOt aWAy!

WhO wRItes thESE thINGs? WhaT's thE BiRd doING in ThE SonG?



OOC: Sorry guys, had to do it.

Oh, I cannot stomach Linus going on and on about Santa Claus!

Lucy's Wishlist (In Which Certain Folk Will Know What to Buy Pretty Girls for Christmas)

1. The APA vs MPA; A Study in Fonts
2. $10s and $20s. (Get it? Get it?)

That's about it for right now. I'm a very easy girl.

LAURIE! How are you feeling?

Hey pretty thing? My Elle obviously, even though I'm sure there are more of you who wish you were my pretty thing.

A few things I need to talk to you about, but, since I can't just pop over and I don't want to ask Mother for the car I'm just asking you here.

1. What do you want for Christmas? I want it to be special for you, first times should be and all that jazz.
2. I...seem to have been appointed as baby sitter of a toddler for an undetermined amount of time. Uhm, you'll help me, won't you?

What the fuck is this place?!