House of Cards RP

He'd only meant to be at Club Castle a few hours, really. Visit the medical center, use some of the imaging equipment his clinic didn't have yet (couldn't afford, if he wanted to be honest, which he didn't thank you very much). He hadn't really planned on staying overnight, but there was always a free room for visitors, especially those of the Suit, and by the time he finished with his work around 11:30, the temperature had plummeted and flurries of snow were darting across the sky. Not exactly the kind of weather one wanted to be out in, especially for the 45-minute walk back to his apartment in town. So, a room overnight, 6 hours of sleep in a decent bed, and he'd go home. That was the plan.

Too bad the weather had other ideas. At 7 A.M. Caleb had woken to a freezing room with no power. Throwing on his clothes from the day before, he'd made his way towards the front of the castle only to find the doors frozen shut and nothing through the windows but a howling curtain of white. Stuck here for God knows how long.

For the first hour or so, he managed to sit and watch the snow fall. The second hour, he had breakfast. The third, he did a little more research, until he ran out of notes. Hour four he was starting to feel a little twitchy, thinking of things he'd left unfinished at home the night before. By hour five, he'd begun pacing the halls, stopping at every window to stare at the mess outside. Hour six stopped most of the pacing, leaving him in the library in front of a window huddled into his coat with a cup of coffee and a book lying open but unread before him. He seems to have started talking to himself, though--if one gets close enough, one could probably pick out the words "frostbite" or "pneumonia," but it's not certain. His fingers drum the edges of his book idly, tapping out an irritating rhythm. Clearly, this man needs a distraction before he drives everyone insane, including himself.

Good lord, he thought as he stared at the amount of work they'd accomplished, and how much more they had to go. The unplowed snow was hard to walk through, which meant working though long hours to get pathways cleared.

Luckily, Clive through, his shift with shovel was over when a two offered to take it off the Jack. He only nodded, scrubbing a hand through his hair before looking back at the Castle. Mm. Well, he could go back there- or he could see if anyone was about to share in a drink.

Oh god, he could so use a drink.

Leona did not approve of a lack of power, or a lack of games. Which was, admittedly, why she'd taken over one of the sitting rooms in the castle with the game Ticket to Ride. Since she couldn't do work, seeing as nothing worked, she'd be damned if she went bored playing with darts all day.

It was, also, a plus that she had a bottle of Jerry with her, which she might well share with anyone willing to play the game half a dozen times with her. But she also had a Flux deck and pandemic with her. So if all else failed, there was variety. Well...a little bit. Should couldn't carry all of her games down.

When Meghana returned to Kerala during last winter, she met a gurukkal. The gurukkal wanted to know "who the fuck taught you kalarippayat"? Okay, that wasn't exactly the words he used, but he quickly realized the broken nature of the young woman who used an unorthodox style of kalarippayat. Meghana vaguely explained that her family was on Diaspora from India in general. The gurukkal had noted it was strange blend of Southren style and Northern Style. Meghana quietly nodded as the man lectured her due to the worry about the safety of her soul and the skill on her hands. She assumed her grandfather Deepak or perhaps even her father had left the Deck a little while to learn the Southren style. More than likely Muni.

Didn't matter, really. All Meghana knew is that her father had told each of his children not to teach the skill outside the family. Jagan betrayed that, she suspects, many times over in an effort to provide for his family. Kanja is being sullen and refuses to even train with Meghana so she doubts he taught anyone. Meghana... didn't until today. However she has a thousand excuses. Leigh is really quite too old for complete training and the meippayat (basic moves in the Northern Style) and verumkai (Weaponless techinuqes in the Northern Style) are very basic. Kicks, stretches, things that will loosen her body. It'll be useful, more like an aggressive yog-

Okay, that's bull. It is kalarippayat. No matter how you dice it, but she's not teaching the advanced stuff and Meghana is never going to have kids so... She treks through the snow in a snowsuit rarely used to the Diamond Castle. She's greeted by a butler and she makes her way to seeing Leigh in the training rooms.

It's entirely possible that he's mostly doing this to weird out most of the Hearts. After all, of the things people have seen Jordan Novak do in the Hearts, baking chocolate chip cookies is pretty far from being one of those things. But chiefly that's because most of his baking has been done at the Ambrosi household, over in Clubs. Natalia had tried - really tried - to teach Sebastian how to cook and bake, but it'd never taken. Jordan, on the other hand, had hung out in her kitchen often enough to pick up baking basics. Very basic, of course. Pretty much just cookies, mostly chocolate chip, though also peanut butter.

And if you pressed him, probably gingerbread and sugar.

Today, though, it's chocolate chip. And he needs an assistant.