houseofcards_rp | [OTA] Musical Thrones

He'd stolen Hadyn's cigarettes the morning before, when the messenger had run in breathlessly with the news of Carmella's disappearance, but Elisha hadn't had the time to light up. Not between organizing the futile search and then taking the slow walk over to Heart Castle to tell Jonathan Montenegro that his wife was gone. And then, of course, he'd spent far too long fielding panicked questions from Clubs - and anyone else who made their way to his office.

But finally he'd slipped off, going down back stairs and cutting through the kitchens before stepping into the cold, crisp February air. There was a bit of blue in the sky, breaking through the cloud cover, but it was still fucking cold and he hadn't bothered to grab his coat or his gloves, leaving him standing in the gardens in jeans, boots and a sweater. Elisha exhaled as he leaned against a stone wall, and he closed his eyes for a moment before he fished the cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one with the old zippo he hadn't used for anything but candles in months.

He was going to get a migraine from this. He was going to get a migraine anyway, though, so there wasn't any point in abstaining. He was going to have to find another new Queen, he thought. Maybe he should just go without.

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"Mmmh, he's a brave soul and as such he should be generously rewarded. The sooner the better, I reckon." Lasse lit his smoke and returned the lighter. A was a nice piece, old in all the right ways.

He didn't envy any of the Face Cards and he'd never harboured any ambitions to become one which was for the best. The Eight had a keen dislike for politics and could at times be less than diplomatic - he'd be horrible in those positions.

"I've pulled the feeds from the new system. Not sure they'll be useful but if you want to take a look let me know."

"Maybe gift cards to all the finest restaurants in Town, too." He murmured it as he slipped his lighter back in his pocket.

"There were cameras near that house, weren't there? We were testing the distance capabilities."

"Four of them. I added another one two days ago."

They'd have footage from different angles to puzzle over. It might answer the one question that had been burning on Lasse's mind all day: why? Why would anyone just walk into one of the buildings that had popped up out of nowhere? Why would their Queen of all people do something that foolish?

"This isn't quite how I pictured the outcome of our tests."

Carmella hadn't quite adjusted to no longer being a housekeeper and lady-in-waiting who was meant to sacrifice for the Queen...and being the Queen herself. And this is what happened; he should have been there, somehow.

"We should have good visuals, then," he said, and exhaled. "Bring them to my office. If they have anything, I'll need to share it with the other Faces."

It wasn't Elisha's fault; nobody in their right mind would blame him for the lady's disappearance.

They should have excellent visuals - that had been the motivation behind putting up the new equipment where they had. At the mentioning of the other Faces, however, a hint of worry flickered behind Lasse's eyes.

"Has anyone else vanished?"

"One of the Jokers. Carmella was looking for him. A few other people. Some of them might have just gone off-Deck, but there's a young mother in the Hearts whose missing." And left her five year behind, so he'd heard.

"People should be staying clear of the new buildings. It seems they're disappearing again." He started to drag on his cigarette and then paused as the ground shook under their feet. "And then there's that, of course."

"Best spread the word fast." Given the recent... irregularities, there was no guarantee that staying in their own castles and homes was any safer but for now it was the best they could do, dealing with one issue at a time.

However, if the trembling ground decided to open up and swallowed everything, well. Then it wouldn't matter where one was staying, would it?

"I have something to take care of but I'll have the tapes dropped off at your office." The Eight suddenly stepped closer and a few heartbeats later, his scarf was wrapped around his King's neck. "And do go back inside before you catch pneumonia, please?"

"My guess is it's already spread and embroidered upon." Damage control, Elisha thought. He'd need to talk to PR and HR, see what could be done to calm people down.

Elisha glanced down at the scarf and his lips quirked up. "I'll be fine, and inside in a few minutes."

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