House of Cards RP

The borders are finally open. And no major crises occurred, no huge disasters narrowly averted. Just the weird reactions of the landscape, houses popping up where there weren't any before, trees and rocks and bushes out of nowhere. It's a little worrying, but then, maybe this is how the Deck copes with a sudden population expansion. Maybe once their numbers hit a certain point, it grows. Any legitimate accounts from the earliest days are long gone, after all, or at the very least cryptic. The tremors are a little more worrisome.

He knows he shouldn't leave, not now. But the borders being closed have brought on a lot of thinking. About what he's doing here. About what he was doing out there. About what's important. And what defines him as a person, and as a doctor. The trip is necessary, and as he tells his patients and other relevant parties today, making sure everyone's caught up and everything will be fine while he's gone, it's only for a couple weeks.

Elisha isn't in his office. He's not in his rooms, either, or his studio for that matter. If someone was looking for the King of Clubs, they'd have to go through all the usual suspects and some of the more unusual ones - the training rooms, the kitchens, the offices of the other Club Faces - before they came across him in a secluded corner of Club Castle's vast library. It's not the worst place to do paperwork. But he's not doing paperwork, of course. More...doodling. Faces instead of shapes, this time. There's one of Eileen, one of Hadyn, and maybe a few other random and not so random people. As like as not, they won't ever develop into anything more than this, but it's relaxing.

It gets his mind off everything else for a few moments, at least. At least, until someone finds his hiding place. Or, hey, maybe the library will sprout a picturesque cottage. Anything, apparently, is possible.