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There’s a new arrival at the mansion.

Surely, she must be new, if nobody there has seen her before1. She’s standing in front of the welcome table looking slightly confused, flipping through some of the information and pamphlets laid out on the table top. This woman is fashionably but casually dressed; manicured nails, flattering a-line dress with a comfortable-looking cardigan on top, and her short, brown hair is styled quite nicely.

She looks perfectly normal and quite approachable.

1[citation needed]

[[Engage or ignore at your leisure!]]
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TREASURE

Part One:

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*Please mirror the fourth item horizontally.

Part Two:

02.24.05.01.02
05.11.04.18.01
02.03.01.27.03
03.13.02.03.01
04.30.01.04.02
01.17.02.08.01
03.02.03.09.02
04.05.02.01.01
01.03.01.04.01
07.01.05.06.06

UPDATE:

In the gloom of the seemingly endless winter, a tower looms on the mansion grounds. It has a certain ominous cast to it -- or maybe that's just the lighting. Who can say? Upon discovering it at the behest of a mysterious map, fictional wanderers may feel an impulse to stop and wonder how they didn't notice this structure before. Suddenly, once you've seen it, it seems quite obvious. 

Some of its stones are crumbled with age. Ivy encircles it, a few of its leaves dead or dormant with the persistent cold but otherwise hardy despite the aforementioned winter. It's poorly-lit inside, once said wanderers make their way in through the arched doorway at its base, but not so poorly that it's impossible to make one's slow and careful way up its steps. There is little dust; there haven't been enough humans this way to accumulate dust. The steps are, however, littered with the skeletons of dead leaves and the occasional bones of small animals. The walls are lined with sconces, as if anticipating torches, but any flames once lit here have long gone out. 

The tower is tall, but not impossibly tall. A careful explorer won't have too much difficulty reaching its top, or finding what there is to find there.
 
As your character is exploring, when they find something, look out for the mod account to let you know what their discovery is!

TRAP

Teamwork makes the dreamwork– unless the dream is being controlled by someone else with nefarious purposes... Anyway. In another effort to promote working together, on a day and time predetermined by the mansion spirits1, two people who either A) heartily dislike each other B) have an unresolved situation or C) have other issues will be suddenly trapped together in a closet in the cellar of the mansion2.

Despite all efforts, they will not be able to leave this closet until they resolve whatever it is between them, say something nice about each other -- or you know, some other resolution determined by the mansion spirits3. Enjoy!

1The typists.
2Not the same one as the first open post. A different one.
3The typists.
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For those who thought that they had missed out on the happenings earlier this month, think again...


[[Body/consciousness swap, take two!!

You know the drill. Have fun!]]
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Thursday Next. That wretched woman. That's the first name Aornis Hades thinks of when she arrives in the mansion.

CHAPTER ONE: ONE WEEK AGO

After the failed - literal - mess that the Dream Topping threat ended up being, Aornis decided it was best to flit off to Paris for a while to distract herself with yet another round of Crimean War peace talks. After all, what's a girl to do to make herself feel better when she can't end the world? The peace talks were boring and repetitive, a rehash of past talks, but the people in attendance were important. More importantly, rich.

CHAPTER TWO: ONE DAY AGO

Aornis "borrowed" a pass to an exclusive Gucci event and it was phenomenal, though very unfortunate that the evening had to end the way it did; it was always so difficult to get bloodstains out of white silk.

CHAPTER THREE: TWO HOURS AGO

The morning following the Gucci event, she woke up with a spectacular hangover. It throbbed in her temples and she popped some paracetamol while cursing the fact that she was already running late for her return flight to London. Not the best start to her day1. --shit. Not again. She flipped off the advertisement that played on her "borrowed" footnoterphone (well, lifted off a Jurisdiction agent along with an ID badge, but details details).

CHAPTER FOUR: THE PRESENT

Aornis looks up from examining her nails and discovers that she's suddenly taken a wrong turn on the way to her gate in Charles de Gaulle Airport. She's in the lobby of a beautiful – hotel? home? Parisian buildings don't normally look like this. "Shit," she mutters to herself, doubling back and holding the front door open. She notices the beautiful, placid lake with barely a ripple disturbing it. The clear blue sky. Her gaze swings back to the main lobby of the mansion with not a speck of dust anywhere, a perfect paint job on the walls, and some wonderfully curated bookshelves off to the side that her gaze slides over when she tries to read some of the titles..

"Fuck," she says, a little louder. Does the Prose Portal still exist? That's her first thought. Her second thought is: Thursday Next. That wretched woman. That's the first name Aornis Hades thinks of when she arrives in the mansion. That bitch has somehow discovered a way to trap Aornis in a book.

She needs to think for a second. If anyone comes across her now, they will find a quite attractive but otherwise fairly nondescript blonde woman standing in the mansion lobby reapplying her lipstick in her compact mirror. She is dressed well, has a Gucci shopping bag dangling from one arm, and frankly, she looks annoyed.


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