House of Cards RP

Origami is therapeutic, almost meditative, and really just the thing when one is doing their best to reign in a potential panic attack. Something that she really can't afford to be having right now, all things considered.

She's willing to take requests, of course, though frogs have always been her favourite.

He was aware that he was stressed out. He was aware that stress was why nothing was working out for him, and why the world that he felt was perfectly built up around him- was falling apart. If he failed to learn his lines, he'd be replaced as Hamlet- and he'd always wanted that role. His weapons training had been going poorly, particularly with his brother and Elisha- though neither had opted to say a word about it. He was still painfully aware of the failure. Despite his best efforts, he'd not managed to finish one chapter in his medical text...though perhaps there was less pressure in that as his instructor had died. It was still frustrating to him, regardless. And the only full night's worth of sleep he'd had, had come from Elisha forcing him to lay down- until he slept.

He wasn't even going to think about when the last full meal he'd bother to eat had been.

And if it had been just one thing in his life that was the cause of all his trouble, he could have cut it off. But it wasn't just one thing- it was the combination of too much, too quickly....and with too much pressure to be perfect at it.

So this was an exercise in fun. He didn't really know if it was going to help, but he figured (after reading enough 'self-help sites' online) that it couldn't hurt either. So- he had one karaoke machine that he rented, one corner in the square that marked the center of Heart Distract in town....and a few pointed reminders to himself to just....have fun.

And not worry if he didn't get the song just right.

Which really meant he was going to try not to worry as much as he would have normally. He was just going to suck it all up...and sing.

Ceiro had announced it earlier, by now it had certainly carried over to the other Suits. The Hearts had their new Jack, and this new Jack seemed to be an unconventional and certainly unexpected pick. The former Spade Queen, who'd run away without much of a warning (but with the Ace of Hearts) in January. The former Spade Queen, who wasn't exactly known for kindness or a caring heart. The former Spade Queen who had very much neglected to inform anyone but Ceiro and perhaps her sister of her return. 

Athena's return had been a hasty thing, decided quickly and out of pure necessity: the outside wasn't something she handled particularly well for a variety of reasons, even with Anastasia by her side. But she had returned on her own, Anna had stayed outside. The lies Athena had told her, lies from before their relationship had even started, in combination with the tiny, persistent fact that Athena couldn't forget about David after all that had happened, quickly had meant the end of their relationship. 

For good, Athena hoped, sincerely hoped. Yet staying outside and on her own... Let's just and simply say the risks were too high. And so she came back to where she had been born - in more than one sense. The Suit of Spades had been out of consideration from the very beginning, given her inconsiderate abandon, counted together with the enemies she certainly still had within the Suit. Not that she didn't have those in the other Suits as well. 
Returning to the Deck in general had required her to swallow some of her pride, but settling for a return to the Hearts, the Suit she had been born in and the Suit she had left seventeen years ago, well, it is enough to say that things must have been severe.

As severe as the change she'd had to face upon her return. Itchy's death had hit home hard, harder than her own father's death had. But it had caused her to be determined as well - she knows she couldn't be the kind of Jack Itchy had been, far from, they'd been too different. Yet somehow, she wants to do this job in a way that would make him proud of her. 
All of this, of course, once she settled back in. Four months could seem like a long time, but seventeen years were an  eternity. 

[OOC: Catch her in her new office or basically anywhere in and around Heart Castle. Other places are a definite maybe, feel free to ping me if you're not sure~
I started out in prose, but I'll match your style and you know how much I love me some brackets.]

Davin's in Town, avoiding the storm brewing in Spade Castle at the news of their former Queen's return to the Deck.

Wait, no. He's just having coffee. Sure. That's it.

Something to be said for avoidance.

The Importance of Being Earnest

If you can flag her down - and that's a big if - Joon looks a little different tonight. Gone are the usual flamboyant colors, the ones that are visible from space and should clash but somehow work. This is Opening Night. It demands Class.

Of course, the odds of flagging her down are slim as she sprints everywhere on four-inch heels, checking to make sure the front of house and box office are taken care of, checking to make sure the actors have all shown up sober and there aren't any last-minute costume snafus, checking to make sure backstage has everything they need, checking with the booth to make sure lights and sound are working. Her place during the show itself will be in the booth as stage manager, calling out the cues and leaving backstage to the assistant stage managers. It's organized chaos. Eventually she'll slow down, but not yet.

Mingle in the lobby, buy refreshments, reconnect at intermission or after the show at the Four Suits to relax and chat.

ooc: Forward-dated to Friday night! Party-post! Don't feel you need to tag Joon. Anyone and everyone is welcome to start threads, have conversations, threadjack away, and have fun! ♥(♣♦♠)

If you are looking for Judith, she is in the gym. Hulksmashing dummies with Robert like a pro. Because stress relief is in order, as everything that has happened lately is proving too much for her.

Approach at your own risk.

If you are anywhere in Club Castle at the moment, you may be fortunate enough to smack right into a wandering Simon. He's hard to miss, after all, big oaf that he is. He's in workout gear, getting ready to go punch some things, but this is not a really pressing goal, so he can be stopped.