House of Cards RP

It's been about a month since he got his hands on the first journal to have made it out of the tower. Translating from a dead language was no easy task, and for every page of text Caleb could have written ten pages of interpretations and footnotes.

In the end he settled for writing and binding a small book that is a translation of the journal, and an accompanying booklet with all the footnotes and references to places and events and other people that he couldn't bring himself to cut out.

A copy of the translation is sent out to each Suit. The diary reads very personally, with mundane day-to-day happenings interspersed between stories about the Arcana, the magic they possessed and the sacrifices they have made in conflicts that those in the Deck right now knew very little about.

There are also frequent mentions of a lover, alluded to from the beginning and more overtly written about in the later entries. If anyone's looking for Caleb, he's in the Diamond's library looking for the lover's diary. He doesn't really think they're The Lovers, but. It didn't hurt to try and look for the other half of a Mills and Boon novel in the making.

"Don't knock," he said while scribbling on the margins of a photocopy of an original love letter, not bothering to turn around and see who it was.

"Just charge in and disturb me. I wasn't busy doing anything anyway."

It was a nice day, and the word was that half of the normally office-bound Spades were outside, 'working' in the gardens - but Jordan wasn't. Instead he had a translated piece of the texts the Spades had been working on (it didn't make much sense even so) and a short stack of Spade records of similar vintage, and he was distinctly not going through them.

Instead, he was on the computer, ostensibly checking the documents that had just been digitized - but really, reading the records from the reign of David, King of Spades. Pretty dry stuff, mostly, he thought, but there was the occasional interesting thing. One thing was for certain: for a spymaster, David had really enjoyed leaving an exhaustive paper trail.

And he'd had really terrible handwriting. Just like a font. Maybe that was why he was okay with the paper trail.