House of Cards RP

The weird one Joker has asked Jake to participate in the upcoming festival, so the horse boy is out in the big paddock with his beautiful Sahara, practicing. Be impressed, folks. Most "horse people" never come close to the level of skill the young savant possesses. {{I know I never would.}} ;)

Violet and keep_them_safe are sisters for anyone who doesn't already know that. They're different suits and they don't get along. Amy is a Spade and Violet is a Heart. They look enough alike that someone could easily mistake them for one another without close inspection. While usually lighthearted, Violet is tired of being mistook for her sister.

Location isn't important, it wasn't part of my vision when coming up with the post so feel free to spice it up. Open to anyone who would have a reason for thinking Violet is Amy!

[Note: Violet doesn't seem to have her own tag yet if a mod would be so kind as to add one for her that's be fabulous. <3)

A lot's been happening lately. The talk with Tegan before she'd gone to Aruba hadn't gone much like he'd expected it to and he's been thinking about that. The Club kitchens have been barred to him, because Tegan's overzealous assistant Tricia thinks he's a spy, and he's been thinking about that. Shishi's enlisted him for some sort of spring festival, and he's been thinking about that, although at least that's productive thinking.

What he hadn't been thinking about was being challenged for Five, but that's what happened yesterday. He has two whole weeks to think about that. He's starting now.

Home again, home again. Lelial's returned from her sojourn Outside, a bit weary from traveling but nevertheless glad to be home. Stop by to say hello, join her on a stroll in the afternoon, or share a cup of tea and conversation.

Edit: can has tag too, lovelies?

Magician reversed. It's less than auspicious.

Urania's had the urge to pull her tarot cards out ever since the Fool and the Magician arrived in the Deck, but somehow hasn't gotten around to it. Until just now. She does, after all, have a lot on her mind with the challenge that she hasn't asked permission for yet and the tiff she had with the boyfriend and the recent arrival of family.

Of course, starting a tarot reading with a card that means empty promises isn't exactly how she was hoping this exercise would go.

So, you think you're free from Ms. Adare because she's off deck? Oh, honey, no. She has a smart phone and she has your number. So get a text with the following statement.

“OMG. JUST ATE A RAW OSTER.”

Misspelled it on purpose? Surely not.

Misfired to someone's number she doesn't normally talk to? … probably not on purpose at all.

TLDR?: Sandy learns never to drunk text people, again.

(ooc: Back dated before this post. Sandy is not that hideous. :|)

Backdated to February 25

It's nine o'clock, Challenge Morning. Sophie makes the long walk to Cadogan's quarters, where he tapes her hands and feet. Her chaussons, have spent the night in his freezer. Competition savate may have foregone steel-toed shoes, but that doesn't mean she won't use every trick in the book. Gerhardt certainly will. She has a cooler and ice for them. She won’t don her shoes until right before the bout.

They're still icy cold when they arrive at the Winter Ballroom and retire to one of the small antechambers to wait. She settles into a chair, closes her eyes and envisions the match to come. Her mind’s eye envisions him broken and defeated on the floor, herself supreme. At twenty till she starts stretching out. She begins warm-ups when it's fifteen of the clock. Before she knows it, Cadogan is slipping her gloves with the wide-silver band around the cuffs on her hands and tying her frozen shoes fast around her ankles.

She's not so focused that she can't fling her arms around him for a swift hug of thanks.


( This way for the fight )