I drew this up a while ago on chocophiliac 's request (lol how IC). Basically, it's the floorplans for the Victorian Cabin, which sits above Boys 18, as Sebastian originally built it. GODMODE BUTLER IS GODMODE.

I have no idea what the actual dimensions are, since I'm pretty sure it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside in the first place. However, the proper word for it would probably be "cosy." Rooms are laid out as such due to Ciel's IC specifications for the cabin.

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Misc Info:

The bedrooms are small, but came equipped with beds and nightstands. Possibly a closet or wardrobe, but this being camp, I wouldn't advise using them for fear your clothes will end up in Narnia.

The living room contains a couch, several chairs, a small table, and a small, possibly magical fireplace whose function is occasionally dubious. Heck if I know the exact layout of the room, though.

The room marked "Sebastian's Magical Godmode Kitchen and Tearoom" is exactly what it sounds like. If anyone else opens the door, it'll just be a small butler's pantry that contains the china and tea kettle. However, Sebastian has been seen to go into it and come out with... beautifully decorated pastries?! It's a fushigi mystery.

Jizabel's room has a rather strong lock on the door.

The bathroom has a tub rather than a shower. The source of the water is another mystery.

Animals currently residing in the cabin: 2x cats, 1x baby seal (...), Merry's colored chicks.

That's about it for now, I think. If anyone else living in the cabin wants to make any notes about what their character(s) have changed/their living habits/etc, feel free to drop a comment here!

[continued from here] [he tugs off his gloves, laying them neatly to the side, and begins to lather Ciel's shoulders with the soap.]

Because my icon of the panel really doesn't do it justice.

( Sebastian failing at human form. )

For those who aren't in the Victorian chan, I tend to do superquick onceovers of new chapters of my canons when they're released. These are just really basic I AM SKIMMING THROUGH AND DOING A FEW DIRECT TRANSLATIONS but mostly reacting and summarizing type things. But apparently they're somewhat helpful, even though a lot of it is usually me spazzing and keyboard mashing. And I'm compiling the latest here so that I don't... lose what I've already translated.

( BB Chapter 11 )

This is just a little random note, since there's no way to translate this nuance into English properly.

One phrase Sebastian is particularly fond of using to explain the amazing things he can do is, "I'm a butler to the core." Now, in Japanese this is "あくまで執事です。" (Aku made shitsuji desu).

This only comes into play because sometimes, just sometimes, he switches the "ma" to the end of the first word instead of the end of the second, resulting in: "悪魔で執事です。" (Akuma de shitsuji desu).

In other words, "I'm a demon and a butler."

[There's a neatly-dressed man carefully flicking a bit of zombie guts off the shoulder of his jacket. It lands on the corpses of several zombies at his feet who are looking a little deader than usual.]

Aah, what a mess...

Name: Sebastian Michaelis
Age: Unknown. Appears to be in his mid-twenties.
Height: Tall.
Weight: Skinny.
Eyes: Red. They look slitted when he's being particularly demonic.
Hair: Black and Mukuro-esque.

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Name: Sebastian Michaelis
Series: Black Butler
Age: appears to be in his mid-twenties
Job: Camp's Answer to Martha Stewart

Canon: Imagine that you're a twelve-year-old boy who's just made a contract with a demon. What on earth do you do with the demon now that you've got him? If you answered "make him your butler!" you'd be correct. Sebastian Michaelis is the demonic butler of the Phantomhive household. He cooks, cleans, and makes larger-than-life chocolate sculptures in an entire afternoon. When he's not busy with the duties involved with running an absolutely impeccable household, he spends his time feeding local cats, which he finds cuter than his pet back in hell (a tentacle monster).

To the outside world, Sebastian invariably displays a mild and polite (if not a bit weary) smile. Internally, however, he's often internally--and externally, when he can get away with it--monologuing at length about the various horrible punishments he'd like to inflict on the incompetent humans surrounding him. He has a sadistic streak a mile wide and isn't afraid to indulge it, especially since he's capable of turning any household implement into a deadly weapon... and he can't be killed.

Though his dedication to his master, Ciel, is mostly due to their contract, every so often he shows a hint of real affection towards the boy. It's the same kind of affection he shows his pet cats.

Sample Post:

Aah, Madam Director, this simply won't do. No, it won't do at all. I understand that living in a swamp necessitates a certain sacrifice of comfort, but this is nothing short of a disgrace. There is no excuse for a tea set that does not match the tablecloth! If you must insist on using that stained and disgusti-- er, "well-used" piece of cloth on your table, at the very least you should ensure that the spots are the same tint as whatever is growing on the dishes.

I feel it is my duty to note that the tentacle monster inhabiting your lake is sub-par. As someone who has a certain amount of knowledge in the care and keeping of such pets, it is my suggestion that you examine its source of food. Is it getting the highest quality of screaming virgins on a weekly, if not daily basis? I realize that some experts consider virgins to be too rich of a food for daily use, but as your tentacle monster seems to be rather sickly, I believe you should consider it as a temporary measure, until it regains its health. It is bad form to entertain company in the presence of an ill pet.

As far as entertaining company goes, I will also have to lodge a complaint about your maids. While I am fully aware that the appearance person's maid often reflects certain inner desires of their mind that displaying in any other circumstance would be seen as a breach of propriety, employing the undead is taking that concept too far. I do not care what goes on in your bedroom, Madam Director, nor do I have any desire to learn the details, but please try to tone down the visible evidence of your fetishes. These zombie maids of yours cannot even brew a proper pot of tea without shedding bits of themselves into it. Generally the question of "One lump or two?" refers to sugar, not messes of rotting flesh and blood.

Relatedly, it is with, ah, great regret that I inform you that in my attempt to whip your entirely lacking body of servants--and believe me, I do mean that, as their bodies are quite lacking of the proper pieces--into shape, I am afraid I have made it necessary for several to be replaced. Accidentally, of course. They seem to have taken my helpful hints about proper posture a bit too literally, and did a little more than just straighten their spines. But I am sure it is of no matter. You can replace them at the same time you replace the drapes.

It's important for the carpet to match the drapes, after all.