
Monday, December 31, 2007
Julius

Sunday, December 30, 2007
Ignacio

Saturday, December 29, 2007
Francisco De Nada

Else

Benjamin

Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Hope Diaz

Emmet

Monday, December 24, 2007
Sylvia

Friday, December 21, 2007
Samson

Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Lester

It wouldn't be far from the truth to say that Lester Davison tumbled from the backseat of the taxicab he was born in and rolled into the alleyways of The Big Easy, learning to pick pockets and play music as he wound his way up out of the South. Finding himself here in the city, he co-founded the legendary local band, The Bold Saboteurs, and performed with them until he was kicked out (for beating a drunken heckler blind with an accordion.) After being released from jail, Lester busked around the city streets and subways before taking his current ivory-tickling job in the Troubador Lounge, where he can be found on his best behavior every Wednesday thru Sunday evening from 9 PM - close. Covers and originals.
Louis

Monday, December 17, 2007
Sophie

Herbert

An easygoing widowed Navy veteran, Herbert has been the Ticonderoga's doorman (and occasional driver) since Francis became the general manager. He traveled across the globe in the service and returned home to work in the city's shipyards, until a back injury forced him into early retirement. When his wife died, he grew restless and went to sea again, working as a bartender aboard an ocean cruiseliner. His daughter convinced him to come home soon afterwards, but Herbert knew that he had grown weary of traveling. After taking his current position as doorman with the Ticonderoga, he became the guardian of his nephew, Samson, who attends school nearby.
Eurydice

Then again, it is quite possible that she is truly the beloved wife of an ancient god in a tragic myth, departed from this world and cloaked beneath the blind veil of the damned, oblivious to her husband's doomed rescue attempt.
Perhaps the truth is somewhere beyond.
All we know for certain about this mistress of mystery is that she's the current occupant of Room 420.
Remington Fuller Tate

Saturday, December 15, 2007
Simone

Angel

(Translation: Don't forget to tip!)
Mary Megan

The Baroness Josephine DuMonde

At 23, Beatrice was a wealthy socialite and a serious student of dance, and the Baron was 50, an erudite, educated man of the world, a generous patron of the arts (and a covert financier of the American Communist Party) who had owned the original Troubador and later opened the Troubador Hotel, which eventually became the Hotel Ticonderoga. Beatrice sailed with the Baron to South America and they were married in Buenos Aires (where she was familiar to President and Mrs. Peron as "Josephine".) The DuMondes returned to the US and the Baroness (who was infertile) became involved with several children's charities. After the Baron's assassination by the CIA in 1957, the bereaved Baroness found solace in the arms of her deceased husband's younger half-brother, and a minor media frenzy ensued when they were married. Their union was brief and tragic; Michel St. Gerard was a womanizing, gambling drunkard and a reckless pilot who crashed his small airplane into a mountainside after squandering most of his wife's fortune away on the tables at Monte Carlo. In a state of shock (and mourning both husbands) the Baroness moved into the top floor of the Ticonderoga (one of her few remaining assets) to acquaint herself with the spirit and history the Baron had embraced there. She divested the family petroleum business, established an arts charity league for underpriveleged youth, and is today recognized as one of our city's most beloved patrons.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Jim Battery

But probably not for long.
Francis Blum

Francis Blum has been the general manager of the Hotel Ticonderoga for several years. He worked as a doorman while studying ethnobotany at the local city college, but accepted the management position when he was diagnosed with a rare allergy to the flora his thesis work focused upon. He resides at the hotel, remains constantly on-call and despite his intimidating appearance, is a reserved and practical presence. His loyalty, wit and tact are often lauded by the Baroness DuMonde and he is, for all intents and purposes, her right-hand man.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Circa 1944
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