House of Cards RP

It's one thing to decide to turn over a new leaf. It's quite another to put the plan into motion. Things most people take for granted are, well, mystifying. Take for instance, shopping. Certain fashions most people tried back when they were children or teenagers, like tee shirts or tennis shoes. Or, in this instance, as Sophie considers the perplexing racks of denim in front of her, jeans.

Straight-leg, bootcut, skinny, stretch, flare, bell. This is something normal people never need to think about. They know, like instinct.

She hasn't the foggiest idea how to determine the proper size or style or even if she's going to take the plunge. Not only has she never worn pants in her life--

She's never worn a pair of jeans.

Help?

[Crutches, stairs...This might get complicated.]

Fact: Where there is a will, there is a way. Also- where there is an Ace of Spades, there is a ten of Spades getting his way. For the moment. Julien had some twos find Victor a pair of crutches the other day, and since he's heard about Andrea (and then Andrea didn't come to see him like he wanted)....he is going to find her himself.

Or just to escape the infirmary. Which is almost as good as anything else. Either way, he's managed to get somewhere in an awkward looking cast on sheer determination alone.

So, after talking to Elisha, Tegan has been spending the better part of the last week digging up whatever she can find on Andrea Cruz-Well, her husband, and their life together during her time off-Deck. Her investigations have borne some interesting (if decidedly worrying) fruit.

This is aimed largely at Elisha and possibly Avery, though really anyone else is welcome to intrude on her mid-mutter.

See Jake. Jake's currently hanging half-out of an apple tree, picking apples for the horses for the Heart kitchens. Maybe there will be fresh apple pie for dessert tonight or tomorrow, providing the kitchen actually gets any of them.

So repairs on the Apollonides house have been going swimmingly. But the furniture, well. It's hideously outdated, even for a Spadebaby.

That means that Callie's going shopping.

Falcon has been shut away for a while. Reading, believe it or not.

His younger cousin came for a short visit, and embarrassed him in front of his father and mother by outwitting him in simple intellect. Falcon decided that, for a while, we would shut himself away with some books and have a read. I cannot say that he is has enjoyed himself.

In fact, being deprived of women is what has been eating at him the most.

He has never felt so emasculated in his life. Falcon is frustrated, temperamental, and has the two-day stubble going on. He is pacing around the park, a book tucked under his arm. The one line ridiculing--eating at him--like it has been for the past weak:

Carnal Embrace: caro, carnis; feminine; flesh.

Hide yo' deckbabies, hide yo' newbies, and hide yo' travelers...