House of Cards RP

The Queen of Spades had handed her a midnight blue envelope with silver lettering the day before, before all the excitement of the revue, and suggested that it might be a wise decision to go over to the embassy and invite the Arcana - formally - to their ball. It had also, she pointed out, been some time since Zoe had called upon their friends - understandable, considering the upheaval recently - and it probably ought to be rectified.

So this morning, as bright and early as possible considering the relief drinking that had occurred post-performance last night, Zoe can be found wandering through the just-opened carnival. The invitation is stashed safely in her bag, and she's looking around at the attractions with interest. She might need to come back later in the day to have some fun.

Business came first, though.

[Anyone who wants to run into her on the Green is more than welcome. Otherwise, we can figure out the Arcana and Sophie thread order as we go? :)]

He's been so quiet. He's been so well-behaved and kept so close to the walls, the way he'd been told to. Really, for the longest stretch of time, the Tower had been essentially a piece of the landscape. An architectural element.

So maybe that means no one will notice--or, at least--no one will care, that he's chosen this afternoon to slide quietly through Town like a moving mountain. His face, as always, is set in a bland expression, scrawling into abrupt smiles now and then when the bolder denizens lift hands in greeting or flash hesitant grins in his direction. Anyone actually tracking his movements, of course, will notice fairly quickly that he seems to be scouting, grinding to a halt now and then with an ineffable expression on his face like he's working to commit details to stone before moving along.

Anyone really closely tracking his movements will discover that he seems to be scouting dining locations.

The reason for which, of course, will be made clear tonight, when he brings a certain lovely lady out on his arm (wearing, of course, the ridiculous pink shirt she brought him). Until then, anyone who wants to tell him where lovely ladies like to be taken out to dinner will... not find their advice rejected.

What? Burke's a perfectly normal person who does perfectly normal things.


{ooc; Anyone's welcome to run into Burke in the afternoon. Evening is for Rekla, clearly. o/}

No, for once, Johnny may be seen without his fiddle. Instead, he's having dinner down in Town and since it was such a nice evening, he's picked his meal up from the restaurant and carried it out to a nearby picnic table on the Green. He might, possibly, have gotten enough for two, just in case someone stopped by or you know, so he could wrap it up and have it for later. Whichever.

He may also be seen scribbling furiously in a plain spiral-bound notebook in between bites.

There’s a woman coming up the path from Outside. You’d be hard-pressed to guess in which direction from Outside she came from, not that that anyone has ever bothered to find that out about new arrivals to the Deck. The Deck is for secrets, after all. It tends to be a last resort.

She walks slowly, almost pacing as she takes everything in, apparently knowing her way around quite well. It’s not difficult: the castle she’s headed towards is in plain sight, and any deviations in her straight line can be easily corrected. But then, even removing that castle, she could know every inch of this place, each castle and everything in between.

Well. Not every inch. Things have changed, after all.

[OOC: Asmodai first. Everyone else next, at the embassy or elsewhere. Comments will go {your character}, then Silke, then Asmodai.]