House of Cards RP

Supposedly, it was just sparring. That's what the young Seven had said he was interested in, to learn. But Julien could see the gleam in the younger man's eye that suggested it was more than that. More about seeing if the Ace who was now proven to be fallible could fall even further.

At least, in sparring among Spades, it's not unheard-of to beat your opponent black and blue. Bruises to remember the lesson by. More unheard-of is Julien helping the young Seven back to his feet, apparently all courtesy. Though the hissed come back when you're worthy is rather less than courtesy, but for the boy's ears only.

Of course, it was only the first of many such tests and lessons Julien expected he'd be getting in the near future, looking for weakness. And in this particular case he was fairly certain the boy had been put up to it by a supposed friend to be the punching-dummy, as it were.

He shakes his head, flexes his hands, wipes the sweat from his face. Then he raises his eyebrows at the small audience that seems to have gathered in the practice room. "Anyone else? Because I'd really rather go have some tea."

( To join this man and this woman together )

Most people choosing to spend time by the ocean will have seen Rap coming and going every other day or so, with piles of tree trunks and thick branches and coils and coils of rope. There are disgruntled young Twos of Spades who, lacking any job to do, have been coerced into heavy lifting or guarding supplies. And one very surprised Club has rediscovered his boating skills.

You see, Raphael Scallion is really, really set on his bridge.

But today is a special day. Today is the day the first lengths of rope are established across the water to the ruins. Come join him as he prods people into helping and maybe share a drink or two.

Really, it couldn't have been a better day. She dressed up nicely, got to see her best friend get married, danced with her boyfriend, and it's her birthday too. And now, as the sun sets, it's far too nice to head back inside, and far too lovely to actually get out of her fancy clothes.

She's practically humming as she retrieves the files that she'd taken from department heads earlier that week. They'd been surprised, shocked to find that their Ace was looking for work to do. But who would refuse when they could get rid of all their paperwork, for the week?

No one, she thinks delightedly as she starts alphabetizing under the light of a desk lamp she's brought outside.