House of Cards RP

Jo liked to think that she was one of those efficient people who got all of her Christmas shopping done before Thanksgiving - and she'd lived in the United States long enough that even now, the holiday at the end of November was her marker for the beginning of the shopping season. It shouldn't even be that hard, she thought, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she stepped out of a store. There wasn't family left, so she just had friends to buy for.

But really, they were far more difficult. What did you get Rachel and Argine at this point in their lives anyway? And Sarah?

The eternal question, she mused as she peered into the bag she was carrying. She hadn't answered it yet.

She comes in like a lamb on gentle feet; after all in the hour that she returns in, only the most diligent would be up and the most deviant would be falling asleep. She returns with suitcases that thump on cobblestones and a baby carriage with a trotting young white and black dog following her mistress happily.

Save the observant whose eyes are always wary, Meghana Sankaran is quite aware she will not slip into the Deck undetected, but she has a few hours to settle the sleeping boy and loyal dog. She does not go in the direction of Spades castle, rather to the Club neighborhood and knocks on the door of a brother she hasn't spoken to civilly to in years.

Kanja is one of the diligent, but the loud conversation would almost make one think he was the later. The exchange of information is remarkably brief despite the length of the conversion. Most of it is planning. She learns the faces have exchanged and she makes her decisions.

When it's brighter, when more people are awake, she leaves her brother's home. Seth and Domino remain with her brother who is skeptical that she'll return. Meghana assures him that if she doesn't return, it's not by her decision.

She's not as hard nor as sharp as she had been when she left a year and two months ago. Meghana is still fit and her metabolism a blessing - but the elegant clothes she always loved have been shed, jeans and form fitting t-shirts hidden under a black wool coat. Boots instead of clacking heels. Her pace is determined as she walks through the Deck, not hurried, not fearful.

She is observant as best as she can be; the Deck she left is gone and she knows it. The air tastes different and the visions she sees are not what she remembers.

Of course, one thing remains the same. She wears a belt around her slim waist; a disguise for her urumi. She hasn't been gone that long.

[OOC: So Meghana is back – catch her as she makes her way to finding a Spade Face she can trust/tolerate/knows to do some confessing and explaining. Or you can be someone who saw her return earlier with bb Nephew and Grown-Dog and speaks to her as she makes her way through the Deck.  Meghana tag, pls?]