House of Cards RP

Hadyn didn't want to apologize, but the truth was that Bond made a poor substitute for Elisha. He was cuddly, yes, but the puppy was...well a dog. And he was rather silent about a lot of things, which was an advantage when angry- not with anything else. So after rehearsals and doing his duty as the Ambassador to the Spades...

Hadyn made his way slowly toward Club Castle.

Apologizing for an argument that he still didn't think was his fault did not put a happy face on him. Fill free to stop and talk to him as he heads to the Lion's Den.

But he could come back later if you are busy.

Now that the holiday season was more or less officially over, there were no more excuses. it had been a nice couple of weeks, parties and dinners and gifts given and received, but January Second meant that Eden officially had ninety-four days to design, make, and fit a wedding gown and two bridesmaids' dresses, not to mention helping a hapless King find a proper wedding kilt and the accompanying accoutrements. Plenty of time, really, especially for her, but still. There was so much to be done, and no harm in starting right away. Which is why she's camped out at her favorite window booth in the café, sketchbook out and markers scattered across the table with a cup of hot tea being refilled every so often. Feel free to come take a look, or stick around and chat a bit. She's not going anywhere for a while.

New Year's Day was the same every year, really. For one night everyone seemed to have forgotten their limits when it came to drinking the night before and the Castle stirred late in the morning, groggy and hung over.

Where the Spades' butler might have busied himself cleaning up after some of last night's drunken debauchery, Iollan ventured out of the confines of the Spades' kitchen to replenish empty jugs of water and bring more alka seltzer to some of the Castle's residents.

He'd no doubt be in the kitchen as well should those hangover-induced pangs of hunger bring some people down there before lunch.

The New Year seemed full of mocking irony for Claudia Chareut. First, the Chareut Cotillion on New Year's Eve, which was polished, elegant, sophisticated and perfect...perfectly boring until her Aunt Jaquelin spiked the champagne with God only knew what and things definitely livened up then. Claudia, playing hostess for her mother, had been forced to remain and endure all of it, passing from mortified frustration to a zen-like white-out overload of numbness, spending the following day and night locked in her quarters simply to regain her scattered wits.

Something had to be done. Her mother was clearly living above and beyond her station; her aunt was simply a frothing bag of hormones that needed to be severely stifled, perhaps in a convent located in the Swiss Alps. Her Uncle Simon, in true Chareut fashion, deferred to Jaquelin in everything, and her father followed right along behind Martine, a useless waste of carbon and oxygen.

Unfortunately, Claudia didn't have many options.

She'd finally emerged, cautiously, heading down to the library for a breath of somewhat fresher air and the serenity provided by the tomes. A lower Card brought tea with a smile, one Claudia managed to return, if a bit shakily. Reading Dickens, one of her favorite authors, she remained comfortably ensconced and anonymous for several hours, until hunger and the need to stretch brought her up and out of Great Expectations.

...only to discover one of her precious diamond earrings had disappeared. And she wasn't about to leave without it. Which resulted in the Nine crawling around the carpeted floor on hands and knees, pillows and cushions all askew, nearly whimpering in her desperation to find the small bit of jewelery.