However in my own (mostly) scensterless RPG, Alison, Nikki, and I are currently writing what amounts to a gothic novel. It's fantastic and is only going to get more gloriously fantastic as it goes on. Their crazy mother wanders the halls at night in her long white gown. For real. The Bronte sisters would be so proud of us.
Tonight, if I decide I am in fact ready to be not lazy, I have to bleach my hair and redye it. Oh the scalp-burning joy!