House of Cards RP

The interior of Dybbuk's house was decked out in all manner of decorations. Save for an angelic figurine, they were not especially Christmassy but then Dybbuk had never celebrated the Christian holiday as a child. Even so, he still harboured fond memories of the season because of it's closeness to Hanukkah.

In the early morning, he sticks his nose beyond the doorpost for what must be the first time in weeks.

"I'd expected more of a display," he said aloud to no one in particular. He remembered today's date.

[ooc: I will format this entry in the Jester's distinctive html style later.]

It's been a gloomy sort of week. He's blamed the holiday season for it. Holidays made a person think about home, after all--and for a large number of people, that wasn't a pleasant thing. Cadogan's hardly the only one who gets quiet when asked about family, about traditions, about 'would you be going back now if we could leave?' Home is such a completely odd word, shifts this way and that and really doesn't need to be highlighted just because it's time to celebrate the winter holiday season.

But Friday morning... Friday morning he's going to vanish for a little bit. Not out of the Deck, clearly, but into his office for a few hours when it's entirely possible he really ought to be out being a Ten.

He'll reappear in the afternoon, play catch-up with files and monitoring and all the other work he's meant to be doing in a day. With, of course, two notable breaks being made.

He's got to hug Sophie for telling his mother to come. And he's got to hug Silas for bringing her here.


{ooc; Catch Cadogan (or be caught in a hug by Cadogan) here, but if you want a whack at his mother answering questions about what a little shit he was as a kid, she's also here.}

Pierre absolutely hated being anywhere near his mother for more than ten seconds at a time. Being around his mother, his cousins, his sister, and the rest of his family, along with the Gaspars and every other ridiculous family that the Chareut matriarch had decided needed to be in attendance only made it that much worse.

The upside had been attending with Briony and thoroughly disturbing the Chareut women. His date was the old Queen's spitting image, and it was only emphasized by her evening's dress.

Now Pierre was sitting at the bar, not having bothered to change out of his tuxedo yet, with a beer in front of him. He was just trying to decompress from the evening.