House of Cards RP

Think I might need a drink.

So, uh, Urania's sister's come home. And she's happy to see her, and the children, and Calypso seems to be doing better, so that's a good thing, but.

Well, for one, her older sister is probably going to wonder why Urania's been apparently playing at delusional for the past seven years. Then there's Isaac. Poor Isaac with Urania's own version of a mother sister hen. And at least when Callie left she'd been ambitious and encouraging Urania to also be ambitious. Guess who's Spade Castle's Perpetual Four?

Get a lady some vodka.

[Notifs aren't working, of course, so I will probably regret this/be slow.]

Wedding of the Century?

One thing Diamonds know how to do is shine, and the Berthiers--Irene Berthier--has seized the opportunity of her wedding to show the Deck that her family shines more brightly than any. The marble floors have been polished till they gleam like glass, ice sculptures of cupids, swans and roses adorn the main hall. A discrete string quartet plays during the meal, while the reception and dancing to follow features local musicians and talents.

The dinner menu includes Imperial Golden Osetra caviar, truffled langoustine ravioli, grilled sea bass, Kobe filet of beef, lobster thermidor and a bottle of Mouton Rothschild at every table. The 200-lb. wedding cake, flavored with Grand Marnier, takes pride of place behind the head table. The chandeliers have been replaced with true candelabras, giving the reception ballroom a warm glow that makes the 2,389 crystals draped from the ceiling sparkle like stars.

But Irene will allow nothing to outshine the bride, dressed like a princess in a lovely Vera Wang creation adorned with crystals and lace and cradling a bouquet of calla lillies that translate to "magnificent beauty," much like Irene herself.

Sophie, on the other hand, looks pretty much as expected, like a sunburned strawberry in her bright pink bridesmaid's dress. For some reason she doesn't seem to mind, smiling an actual smile. Maybe she knows something no one else does, or maybe she's just happy that her date clashes so wonderfully with her in his formal Mackinnon kilt.


[[Come celebrate the nuptials by eating, drinking, dancing and generally making merry. The event (OOC-ly) is open to all, though actual invites only went out to members of old Deck families or Numbers higher than Seven. No one is checking invites, so feel free to crash and partake of the free food, free fun and free shenanigans.

Should be fun considering the state of notifications.]]

[He isn't bringing gifts this time.]


Hadyn is walking through your castle (any one, but most likely the Clubs or Spades) looking ever so thoughtful and ever so distant. He is currently mulling over the interesting turn of events that will be a training session with Julien tomorrow, and then there is the whole thing that Tegan was saying about Sun Tzu's "Art of War".

It is a lot to think about, really.

Festival preparations appear to be in hand -- she may or may not have been banished from the kitchen for reasons she'd rather not get into but likely involved making one or more people cry, though in frustration more than anything else -- so she'll be sitting outside, a much loved and weather-worn copy of her favourite book in tow, trying to relax and not develop a nervous twitch.

[ooc: So basically...Julien doesn't think anyone should have a happy relationship lately. Particularly Lancelot. Because Lancelot is his...not supposed to. Though of course he'd say that he's really just doing Lance and Elani a favor because obviously it would never work. Always better to just rip the band-aid off even if it hurts, right? Anyway, under the LJ cut I've put the conversation I wrote up for Julien telling Elani some bad news about her erstwhile lover. After that are links for both Elani and Julien should anyone wish to run into either of them following the conversation. Julien will be in his office, door open. Elani will be in her rooms, door shut.]

( To say that seeing the Ace of Spades at her door had been something of a shock would be an understatement. )

Julien - [Shouldn't look so smug doing paperwork.]

Elani - [Skipped dinner. Just might be packing.]

[[all of the Suits have been to participate in the competitions and should be doing so and the Arcana has been invited as well, though strictly to watch and take part in the festivities, not the competition. This takes place during the day on Sunday. There will be a second post for the "grand finale". Jointly written with Alexander-mun, and if you want either royal please say so. As for the competitions... feel free to make up your own, but NOTE: all martial competitions are purely tests of skills or endurance, and never directly against another character. Beat up dummies and wooden practice implements, not each other. Thanks. Also, can this maybe have a tag because of the two posts, like *tourney?]]

Alexander can't help but smile. The air is full of happy shouts and the general clatter of a festival of arms. From where he stands, he can see a skilled Four demonstrating sword and shield techniques. Further down the lane, a two young cards - one of them a woman, much to his satisfaction - beat out a steady rhythm of practice weapons on pells, sweat flying from thrashing arms as each matches the other blow for blow in a challenge of endurance. He can even hear the distant slap of bowstring to bracer and the whistling of arrows, though the marks are too far distant for him to hear the shafts strike home, having been prudently places far beyond the perimeter of the other events.
( continued below the cut... )