[ota] let me count the ways....

[wouldbetrump]

Clive wasn't convinced anything was going right lately. He'd made his stop at the Fox wedding, given the bride and the...groom his well wishes as it were. But he had something he needed to focus on outside of the wedding.

And today he was out in town because it was, he realized, not a good look for a man not to be speaking with his Jack. Which meant apologizes were in order, even if they were not the easiest things to do. No suits today, either, as he walked slowly ahead.

This was not going to be a fun conversation.

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[cipherspeak]

And that was a rare sight, Elisha thought; Clive, much like his predecessor, was given to suits, at least during working hours. Of course, it was Sunday, but it wasn't as if any hours weren't working hours for them, really.

The difference with Elisha was he pretty much never bothered to wear a suit.

"Clive," he said. His slight smile betrayed nothing - not even the report he'd had about a certain incident in Romania, suspiciously timed during Victor Fox's last short trip off-Deck. "I don't think I've seen you outside your office or one of the dinners in at least three months." And Bernard dinners. Well. Just another working occasion, really.

[old_dog]

If he was still bothered by their last parting, it didn't show. In fact nothing really showed other than the surprise at bumping into Clive close to his apartment as he was on his way to the Castle, dressed down until he could almost blend in with the townsfolk.

"...am I in trouble?"

let's add to the pile...

[theacethatmatters]

Julien had settled back into a suit, of course, looking every bit the sharp Ace he'd been before. Except for the lack of title, of course.

It was perhaps the simple fact that no new Ace had been chosen that had kept from whispering behind their hands at him overmuch, more than anything else. Perhaps he'd deserved his punishment, but obviously he was also a rather difficult act to follow.

For Julien, it was bitterly gratifying.

But it doesn't mean he won't give Clive, cooly, the respectful bow expected from a Nine to his King when their paths cross. "Your Highness. Out for a walk?"