House of Cards RP

As ordered, she'd first gone to the Ten of Clubs suite and calmly requested, as ordered, that Anastasia return to Heart Castle to speak to the king, and then she'd departed, and after asking a Two for directions, found herself outside Dafydd's door. She'd done well with Anastasia and Elisha, keeping her anger at a slow simmer until she was finished speaking and had managed to leave without answering any questions. It was a different matter when she arrived at Dafydd's.

Her knock was hard and sharp, and she crossed her arms as she waited for the door to open.

After yesterday? This seriously took the cake. Maybe she should just move to Paris, at this rate.

Judith is very emotional today. And the movie she's watching ain't helping

Anyone out and about Club Castle early this morning might see this Three of Clubs striding off towards the woods. He's holding something small, concealed within large hands.

A distinct lack of Hagen has left Isadore at loose ends for the upcoming masquerade. She's feeling perhaps a little underappreciated. But don't worry: she'll tell you herself, she wasn't looking forward to it that much.

Warning: mun is sick and feeling mopey. I'm not promising high-quality writing.

After two year absence, Joshua's back. And it feels good to be back.

Aaaand here Evan is, then, freshly returned to Court from being away doing legitimate business things. No, really.

...no, really!

[Throwing knives into a painted target.]

Someone is venting....privately. And silently. He's finding that he doesn't much care for Julien's current 'orders', but not entirely in a place to just say 'no' to his Ace either. Also- Zoe's up and disappeared, and he doesn't like that game. It doesn't matter than he did it with Elani. This is not a two-way street, you know. :|

It had begun with the golf clubs.

Putting in the hall of Diamond Castle had potentially not been the wisest decision Ben had ever made in his lifetime, but no one had really minded until Cadogan. Well, okay, Isaac had, but he'd just "suggested" the ramparts, and Beth had tripped on one of his balls, but the queen had hardly minded at all. She'd even hit a few balls with him, so clearly there was nothing truly objectionable about it, no matter what Cadogan thought.

So, really, when you thought of it that way there was nothing wrong with slipping into the Ten's room and taking them back. He even fixed his sticky window, and if he left a little fluttering Scottish flag, hey. He had national pride.

He expected it to be done when he got them back; he wasn't putting in the halls anymore, and had no plans to do it where the Ten could find him. All done. No harm, no foul. Back to business as usual. Except then he walked into his room to find Cadogan standing outside his closet.

The one where he kept his journals, where he kept his old Grampian Police badge, where he kept all his files, and Ben stiffened. "May I help you with something, sir?" he said, and his Scottish burr was muted and his voice clipped and cold. He wasn't the affable castle handyman right now.

This was the detective.

Hanna  (Anastasia, Laila) here with a third card because... because.

This is Filly, she's from New Zeeland, she's twenty one, her hippie parents thought she should go to the Deck because she needs to "try her wings" and they think it's some sort of commune. 


She's so confused right now.

Marcus shuffled along in his chains, no longer really hearing the words of his two royal escorts. The Two they had sent ahead had done well - when they got to the appointed spot on the border of Club territory, the Queen and King were already waiting.
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It began with the evidence the Spades had handed over: his masquerade cloak, splattered with blood, and a jagged curved knife, exactly the sort that could have made all of those awful cuts to Andrew's face. He'd gone to the masquerade as Zoro, but halfway through the cloak had become too warm, so he'd left, and put it in his room, returning without it, but he hadn't encountered anyone in the halls but Julien, and Julien wasn't about to vouch that he went straight to his rooms. The knife, in fact, was the murder weapon, being Julien's and not Marcus's but both Royals had sworn a Lower Number spy had found it concealed in his room. And they had, of course - could be counted on to be a convincing witness - because someone had planted it there. Throughout the presentation and discussion of evidence Marcus just nodded, seemingly remorseful and accepting his fate.

[[ooc: there are two posts below, for two groupings of thread-ness. The first part will be the trial itself, mostly closed to Argine, Alexander, and Marcus, but others are welcome to approach either the King or the Queen and suggest a question during the examination. The second part is gathering-style reaction and spectators, etc. I expect most of the Clubs will be there, but it's open to whomever.]]

It's a minion meme. Of course Säde is in there.

And Vincent... he doesn't complain. He made a remark.

All work, no play. Bad week.

Aaaand, because it's kind of relevant.

Anna here has been told by her king to not train with Victor anymore, and since Joshua won't be making her run laps at dawn, he's won her over to this idea.

No more training at fucking dawn.

[Hidden in garden, arms around knees.]

This would be taking place almost immediately after this talk she has with Victor. And no she's not been crying, why do you ask?