House of Cards RP

A break. That is what she craved and what she was going to get. For a fraction of a second she had been tempted to leave her phone behind, but there was no real way that would have been remotely possible. The alternative had been to turn the ringer off and bury the device deep at the bottom of her purse, and once there it was easy to forget she had it for a good twenty minutes at a time.

[Well... she had told him to meet her at her place. At a time. he was pretty sure he was on time - he'd had to stop on his way out to check the fact that had been bugging him, but Fin was pretty sure that hadn't taken too long.

He'd run a bit to make up for the distraction anyway.

But he did arrive at her door - at a time close to when he was supposed to be there, he hoped, shaved and dressed in something approximating appropriate. It was clean, at least. And new enough not to be patched, yet. Maybe the shirt was getting a little soft with age, but it was still brilliant white. And the pants fit right.

Here, just knock, one two three and... his knuckle rapped against the door with a surety he wasn't entirely sure he actually felt.]

((ooc: Feel free to find him dashing across to the Diamond Castle, or running up a few flights of stairs, if you want to talk to him.]

Joseph's spent most of his life operating under the principle that even if you don't belong somewhere, as long as you walk around acting like you do, nobody will question it.

He wonders how much that's going to apply around here, because if he had his way, he'd be exploring the entire Deck, top to bottom, wandering around in places he really probably shouldn't. What would happen if he tried to sneak around, say, Club Castle? Is it illegal? Would it merely be a faux pas? These are the kinds of things he needs answers to, and he's not sure where to get them.

For now, he's playing it safe, sticking to the accessible areas of Diamond Castle. He's been here three days, after all. There'll be time. It's probably obvious as hell that he's new, given the way he's walking around town staring at things like a tourist. All he needs is a camera and a fanny pack.

What he's looking for at the moment are 'Now Hiring' signs in storefronts, or things of that nature. He stops to pick up a copy of what seems to be the local newspaper, pausing to scan it for want ads.

Liam is renowned for being apathetic. Relaxed. Chill. Which is why it's probably a surprise to see him rolling around his office on his chair, searching through stacks of papers and other random objects on his desk, slightly frazzled. He's obviously looking for something - it's just not clear what exactly he's looking for. 

Please help him. And don't... don't notice the confused, cowering Two slinking away into an aisle.

{ooc: tag, please?}

At the moment, Judith is asleep. Despite all the work which surrounds her. Really, her head is laying among all the papers. Tristan, in the meanwhile, is with a baby sitter, if you ask.

But, if you need anything, you better wake her up right now.