Badfic Manor

[Outside, a certain "actress" is out on the front lawns, staring upwards; someone more sensitive to the supernatural would notice that she suddenly seems...bigger in that respect - while she hasn't made it visibly obvious to anyone normal yet, she's unbound everything from hiding, and is now a nice large bright glowing thing to anyone with supernatural senses.]

[After a few minutes pass with nothing happening, it does get more visible to all the more normal members of the Manor - a set of six "wings" of light unfurl out behind her, stretching out across that area of the lawn, almost as if she's daring some nebulous entity to take a shot at her.]

[And when nothing continues to happen? She laughs, sounding a touch unhinged; the wings dissipate as she dances in a circle and falls backward on the grass, out of reach of anyone who'd care for the first time in millenia.]

[She'd been ... alarmed and annoyed by the onset of the illness - she'd never BEEN ill before barring some unpleasantness when some brilliant soul had tried to poison her.]

[And as per how she normally handled things physically wrong, she'd ignored it and prepared to wait it out and avoid letting on that anything was off.]

[That was shot a little to Hell when she was en route to the kitchen, attempting to keep a normal routine...]

[And suddenly the world and gravity seemed to decide to no longer point up consistently, but rather spin out like a busted gyroscope, leaving her collapsed in a heap in the hallway near the kitchen, her balance abruptly devoured by vertigo and an attack of weakness.]

[She was still recovering from what, by now, looked like the distant aftermath of a nasty fight with someone with a sword, although to judge by her healing injuries it should've been months ago and not last week...]