House of Cards RP

Despite the delays on her flight due to bad weather, Danielle eventually returns back to the Deck in one piece in the middle of the day in all her Christian Dior and Prada glory. She's asked a Five of Diamonds that owes her a favor to spread the word that she's back and nothing else. Because even if she's returned to Deck sweet Deck she isn't happy. Why should she be happy? She read the report Silas sent her when he made contact with her about some work.

Diamonds. No. Deck in general: What has been happening to you all? Six months and all of this happens in that span of time? No matter. No use in panicking or worrying since that led up to nothing. With the Queen and King and Ace and Jack all so busy, she had to do her part as a Diamond to help out. Thank goodness for her Blackberry and the ability to multiplan.

First -- Dealing with her cousin. She apparently not only earned herself the wrath of her own Face Cards of the Spades but she's now hiding out in the Diamonds and, if her mother is to be believed, is battling something serious after getting injured when Outside for some trip. And she also has to deal with that hellish bird that is called Rudy. Lovely. At least Andrea was her (only) favorite cousin from the Cruz.

After a long and frustrating conversation with her cousin about what is going on with her and what led to her needing to be in the Diamonds of all places considering the Cruz's vendetta against her Suit, Danielle finally accepted her role as a caretaker of a possibly disturbed, trouble-magnet Card and just told her cousin to stay in her apartments until she came back. Then she locked the noisy Rudy in his cage and shoved him in the bathroom when Andrea went back to sleep. You're all welcome.

Second -- Talking to the IM team and get things into full swing. Apparently whatever was left of their Piquets have been drowning in paperwork. That was usually the result of poor work and assignment of paperwork and documents from her department which was giving her second hand embarrassment. They were supposed to help ease the flow of information. They weren't supposed to make it worse.

It doesn't take long for her to get back control in the groove of things. She quickly but carefully planned the spread of paperwork around so everyone had just enough to keep them busy for today but not enough to overwhelm them. The Face Cards should hopefully have a smaller amount to deal with today. She also tells the IM group that if there is any Card that will refuse to do their newly assigned work then they should tell her soon as possible. She'll sort the person out personally.

Third -- Getting her own problems sorted out. There was her nieces from Zemin and their own little teenage dramas. Her brother Chonglin and his partner Youmi were having relationship issues. Her mother is getting into fights with aunt Dao-Ming again. Her nephew Louis wanted to have 'the Talk' with her thanks to his girlfriend Poppet. Not to mention six months of backlog plus the other work she had picked up to give the Face Cards some rest.

Oddly enough? She's handling her own work with ease. She can be found in her offices, writing down a report with one hand and is talking to Louis on her Blackberry on the other hand. This, all of this, is something she can handle if it was for the sake and sanity of her Suit.

She's still annoyed however. Only back for a day and she's already wading through the thick of things. At this rate she'll never take another vacation again if this is what will happen upon her return.

[OOC: Feel free to bug Danielle for whatever you want to bug her for since she's willing to entertain people despite writing with one hand and texting on her Blackberry with another. Hit me with either prose or brackets~]

She really should have been expecting this. There was no reason for her to be exempt from this task. Week by week, the duty had been passed to others, and she’d escaped from Karin with little more than dusting, cleaning dishes, watering flowers.

This week, though, she wasn’t as lucky. She lugged the cart of books down an arbitrarily chosen hallway in the Clubs Library. After taking a little breath, she pulled out the first book, staring at the cover. Alphabetize them, Karin had said flippantly, nudging Lexa over to the cart of books. They all should go in the fiction aisle.

Alphabetize. That... meant. In order. She frowned a little, tracing the letters on the cover with her finger. The first one... looked sort of like a line, then a curve, then another diagonal. She knew she’d seen it before...

At the music shop. It was the first letter in ‘records’, she was sure of it. That was... R. Her eyes flicked up to the books on the shelf in front of her. All the letters on the spines of the books blurred for a moment, then cleared as she leaned closer. The first letter in these books... Well, some started with a ladder type letter thing, maybe a ladder with one rung, while one of them started with a line next to another line.

She bit her lip, then looked back down to the book in her hands. This was going to take a while.

He only got rid of one bottle of expensive vodka. He has three more, so Friday night after returning from The Importance of Being Earnest - and one drink at the afterparty - Jordan has returned, slipped out of his suit jacket, his hat and his tie, unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. He gathers up a bottle each of Grey Goose and Belvedere and heads out again.

To knock on your door. You aren't going to make him drink alone, are you? That's the first sign you have a problem, you know.

It had been more than a week now. Time enough for her to regain a shred of composure. Time enough for her to return to tasks that needed doing. So she was at her desk, her office door open, and was trying to bury her thoughts in paperwork as she drowned her tears in tea.

It did not always work, however, and a sigh that might have been a half-choked sob escaped her. She put down the paper she had been holding, unable to take in the words and turned her head to stare out the window instead. The grass was green, the flowers bloomed, the world went on. Isn't that how it always went?

Perhaps she and Eileen should take a picnic to the graveyard this evening - they were both so haunted by ghosts, lately, and it would be nice to be alone together. Argine nodded to herself. She'd propose it to her daughter when she saw her after her lessons.

[[Qi, if you just want to thread the picnic, feel free to tag in with that. Or they can chat or whatever you like?]]

He'd managed well enough to conceal any emotions that might have arisen at the news of Lancelot's death. Or at least, keep them to himself, tucked away in an unused room of the Castle.

But Athena returning on the heels of that news and not only returning to the Deck but being made the Jack of Hearts?

No. Composure can't be kept and storming over to the Hearts' castle to have it out with her hadn't helped either.

And he'd only destroyed half a dozen practice dummies and that certainly wasn't helping. Maybe if they bled....

[ooc: remember what I said about tag at your own risk? Yeah. :)]