House of Cards RP

It'd been a few weeks since Eli dropped a case of unaccounted for, missing painkillers from the clinic with no information other than it was gone - and they'd gone missing sometime in the last two months. And while there had been some whispers that the doctor possibly had a problem - she couldn't assume it was him, not when she didn't know for sure.

So she'd gone over all the files she could find. Inventory from before Eli had left, current inventory, injuries that had occurred in the interim. And there was really no accounting for it. Not legitimately, at least, which meant there was a problem, and Zoe chewed on the pad of her thumb as she paced the short length of her office, flipping through printouts.

So far the only that made sense was Dr. Johnson taking them with. But if so, why bring it to her attention?

It was strange, to say the least. Maybe, she thought, it was time to ask someone else about it. Victor had the cameras now, and she really should bring this up with one of the Faces.

[Tossing wads of paper away, frowning.]

Hadyn is trying to write. This writing process is going more or less...horribly. He has come to the conclusion that he will never write another play again. Even if it is only a monologue. He has written things that were trite, and pseudo-funny, and nothing that is going to win him Nine. Which is utterly frustrating. More so when he comes across Ceiro who just smiles and says he cannot wait to "see this masterpiece".

At this rate, he'd have better luck at winning if he just hung himself by his feet on stage for fifteen minutes.

He might well be having doubts. A lot of doubts.

Yes. He is at the bar.

Yes. That is three empty shotglasses in front of him.

Yes. He has indeed now started on a bottle of beer with another one on the way.

Approach at your own risk.