House of Cards RP

She's begun to think that not being Jack anymore will only hit when there's actually someone in her old role. As it is, she's still doing some of the work. Not, of course, the signing - the Face Card rubber stamps - but putting out minor fires like a Five punching a Seven (seriously, Molly, decorum), opening up more informal lines of communication between Suits (that's obviously what a club night with Katya, Wren and herself is) and conquering the paperwork mountain (this is admittedly not as bad since Danielle came home). And as long as she still feels like Jack, it's easy to ignore the fact that she isn't.

At some point, she'll have to accept that she's not, and won't be. That even with her memory nearly recovered after only a few weeks, she's stuck at Ten unless something drastic changes. And what kind of Diamond would she be to wish on the Suit the kind of upheaval that would require her challenging the new Jack or even Rachel? She can't serve only her own ambitions.

But the day to think about that is not today. Today she's slipping into the rarely used yoga studio at Diamond Castle - the balance of mind, body and spirit is apparently not all that popular - to just sit for a while. She can't do asanas with her arm in a sling, and she's not much for meditation without the physical exertion beforehand, but this is one of the few places where she won't be disturbed. She can relax. She's Not Thinking About Any of That.

It's just some quiet time.