House of Cards RP

Anyone walking down the street between the Diamond Suit and Town will find Aoife decorating the flower shop's facade in green, white and orange banners. Most people on-Deck probably had ties to countries with impressive collections of gold medals in the Olympics. This was her not-so-subtle way of encouraging people to ask after Ireland's performance in 2012. Admittedly, they had only won four medals thus far but Ireland was sparsely populated when compared with the US or China. It was all relative.

In Aoife's opinion, Katie Taylor had not received nearly enough attention for her gold in boxing. Since she was on holiday, Aoife had the time to celebrate. Occasionally her aunt would come out to help her put up some of the more precariously-placed banners. By mid-morning, it looked close to finished.

[OOC: You're welcome to find her at any stage in decorating the place. I apologise for my slow tags, this week has been busy but I should be able to reach you this evening or tomorrow.]

Well, his desk and office are completely arranged and organized now, as is Elisha's calendar. And considering it's the weekend, he's giving himself a fully-deserved break by sitting in a chair at one of the Town cafes, feet stretched out in front of him as he slouches and enjoys a cappuccino and a pastry.

On the table in front of him is a pad with randomly scribbled notes for possible future stories he can send in to the Trump.

Though it's possible some of the scribbled notes are actually reminders of tidbits of information to pass to the King of Clubs.

Either way, he looks supremely relaxed and at peace with the world. Someone should obviously go interrupt.

Ceiro felt the first pains when he tried to relieve himself. And try though he might, nothing seemed to relieve that gut twisting, soul shattering pain. It honestly had come to the point that he'd excused himself from the office, making the excuse that he was seeing Mr. Browning off as he was finally returning home (with the assistance of the Magician, as they had all agreed to for Mr. Browning's assistance.) But in truth he'd only managed to get a 'be safe' out before the boy was put in the car and concerned guards we just barely waved off.

Not now, he told himself, pale, white hands gripping the rails lining lifted walkways around the front of the Castle. Not yet, he still had things to finish- people to speak with, to prepare for the inevitable. But each step he took sent another sharp, gutting pain through his abdomen. The fact that the sharpest pain seemed focused on his back, to the right side did not ease his worries. If anything, the anxiety began to rise as a dizzy spell washed over him and his swollen, aching legs seemed to give out.

He honestly didn't remember hitting the ground. He certainly didn't recall if he hit his head or not, though the splitting headache of the past few months reared it's ugly head ten fold. He rolled to his side, a hand desperately clinging to a post as his body heaved in an effort to expel what little food he'd forced himself to ingest. All the while only one thought remained in his mind- would his son grow up not knowing his own father?

The note from Margo - so quickly, too, Elisha thought with a smile - was more than enough for him to push aside festival work and all other non-urgent business, and send a message to Diamond Castle and Säde. The meeting date was decided out of necessity - the Ace was headed off-Deck on Friday - but the sooner was likely the better where Arcana was concerned, and as the time approached, Elisha had Pete send in tea before he sat back and waited for the ladies to arrive.

He didn't think Margo had gone to the embassy, so he could only imagine she'd run into them in Town.