House of Cards RP

Hadyn...has had a very tight schedule of late. Between studying, working for Itchy, training with his mother and Julien and jamming in a social life when he can? Sleep has somehow taken a backseat to everything.

So are you going to wake him up when you come across him sitting at a table, or on a couch where he stopped to wait on someone? Location is pretty much anywhere you want it.

On Monday morning, Christopher Kahl informed the principle of his agreement with the Lord Jack in tutoring the Lady Ace for the rest of the year. While there had been dead silence at the time, whispers somehow to manage to float about in the Faculty room by the time the day ended. He managed to keep it from the students until the day after Valentines because the last thing he wanted to do was add to the chaos of a School Party Day.

When he finally announced to them Wednesday morning turning Morning Meeting, the children took it very well. They were Deck-born for the most part or Deck-raised. If a Face Card asks, you do it, it's how it goes. A simple shrug, worries about their substitute that would be coming within a week and a half, they didn't quite understand. Lancelot was a parent, but understandable.

Christopher said yes to tutoring Eileen because he wanted to. After a decade of telling so many others, 'no'.

They don't know how hard it is and nor do they don't guess. Practiced smile, reminder there will still be an essay due next week, a promise to keep up with Chess Club, and it's all fine. Teachers are truly the best lairs because not one can even guess how much this is eating his stomach. When his students leave at 2:55, he continues his work on getting the classroom prepared for the substitute and for a visitor. He'd rather this conversation not be over heard. Not until Fin was done with the book.

(ooc: While intended for Sophie, others who want to talk to Christopher can.)

So, with the Festival preparations finally out of the way Tegan can finally concentrate on her next pressing issue: Noah.

Unfortunately, while Jessica had made it clear how she wanted things to be handled once she was gone, she never got round to actually making it official. So cue another long, long night negotiating her way through a mountain of paperwork.

The new Jack's willing to rework his schedule, take on the Suit's paperwork, and generally make himself available. But there is one thing you're not taking from him:

Shabbat.

Though if you ask nicely, he did make enough dinner before sundown that he'll share.

The first thing Lasandra did when she woke up Thursday? She was off to the town Gym where her Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu instructor gave her the Disappointed Look. They do the song and dance of promises to be better and she will for a few weeks. Months even. But the muse will put her in a choke hold. It always does.

There's a shower, a peek at her phone, scolding at herself for peeking at the phone, and then she heads back to the Castle to her room to sleep again. Not another night at her Mother's place for a while. Not for a very long while.

On Friday, it strikes her she was missing out on sales. Sales of wonderful Valentines things that she can save for next year and treats to nibble delicately on or use to make Easter candy. As she buys some paper, lace, heart doohickeys, and a few bags of half off chocolate, Sandy feels a touch guilty. She's usually used to giving out paper valentines each year. Always to the Singles. The Coupled are wonderful, but they've got someone to spoil them.

Oh well. Lasandra gave a big one with wire this year, even if the general populace is silent or befuddled about it. She had a good time and got the Muse to shut up.

And now? She has things. And Lasandra is a generous woman. It's an absolute win for everybody.

(ooc: Location is anywhere.)