[OTA] This Is Crazy, but Here's That File. Let Me Go Maybe

[bitchwithabite]

So. Reassignment happened -- perfectly shiny (not). Part-time hours with the guards have happened -- far shinier. But she's not filing for the guards right now, or doing a damn thing at all for Victor. Instead, she's delivering the last file of the day so that she can get the hell out of these shoes and wiggle her toes in carpet, or something

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[uncutclarity]

Personally, Avery is wearing flats with her skinny gray pants and blue chiffon shell. Metallic pink mouse flats, because they always get about five looks when she goes in to speak to David about ambassadorial bullshit.

As head of inter-suit relations she should probably come up with a better way of wording it.

She gives Amy a smile as she takes the file, flips it open. And then. And then. The dreaded words.

"Hold on a second."

[bitchwithabite]

Amy was really turning to go. Really. Ready to go home and take off her shoes and curl up for sleep.

And then Avery makes words, and she feels her face fall. Turns back. "What's wrong with it?" Because. Clearly, there's something wrong with it, or Amy wouldn't still be here.

[uncutclarity]

"This can't be done, I'm afraid, until my king and queen name their new Ace." And there was still no telling who that was going to be. Word was Charlotte Berthier had started a pool, giving Avery long odds. "So Her Majesty's plans will have to be delayed a few weeks. Is she still in her office?"

[bitchwithabite]

Scrubbing a hand over her forehead, Amy shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe? She's kind of all over the place and I have no idea where she is or what she's doing. Why, exactly, isn't three outta four good enough here?"

She'll have one of the latter, thanks

[maidenthespade]

In past weeks Amy perhaps has come to realize Katya does far more work behind scenes than she lets on. Queen gets by on few hours sleep and often rises before others with her day well begun by time most people are only wakening.

That does not, however, mean she ends day early. No, she continues to work, which is why she is striding through castle with purpose, stack of files in hand. One corner of her mouth lifts when she spies the There.

"Ah, Amy. I am glad to be finding you. Here are more deliveries to be made before end of day."

[bitchwithabite]

It takes a lot of effort not to whine when Katya arrives with even more files. This just is not fair; it took her all day to conquer the other stack!

But she keeps her mouth shut on that, offers a smile that's almost more of a combination of a wince and baring her teeth, and takes them anyway.

"Are they at least all in Spade Castle?" Seriously. These shoes and running all over the Gods' creation and back so don't mesh well. Cut her some slack, Lady.

[maidenthespade]

Then she should be walking faster, yes? There were not so many...then.

"Five inside, one to stables and one to Clubs." She considers the last. "It may wait until tomorrow." Such an innocent smile. "Many errands tomorrow. You perhaps should consider day's duties when you dress." She had warned Amy there would be great deal of walking.

[bitchwithabite]

This is the last time she ever takes advice from Jordan on what to wear to be taken seriously. Moving from boots to heels -- it just isn't worth it.

But there are only seven files left, and somehow, that smile just tells her that things will be terrible if she leaves any of them for tomorrow. With a defeated expression, she nods. "I'll take care of it. Is there anything else, or just these?" Please, dear god, let this be it.

[trainingwreck]

[Clop-clop-clop...she sounds like a horse clicking her way down the hall. It's all to easy for a sneaker-clad ninja to slowly make her way behind Amy, following her down the hall.]

[bitchwithabite]

[Amy has the vague sense of being followed, but doesn't look behind her until she rounds a corner. Delivery's made. She's on her way back to her rooms now, and that involves hallways. And stairs. And carefully listening for footsteps.

Or, in this case, glancing over her shoulder as she shuffles through the castle.]

Fuck this skirt, man. And these shoes.

[Mostly it's to herself, though an answer would also be fabulous.]

[trainingwreck]

Naw. I mean, I'm not saying the shoes aren't sexy, but I'm sort of more attracted to people than clothes.

[She strolls right up behind Amy and wraps her arms around her, kissing her neck lightly.]

[bitchwithabite]

[She let her head fall back against Tally's shoulder with that, a small laugh slipping out as she rests her hands on the older woman's arms.]

That's a very, very good thing, considering that I'm actually kind of attracted to people, too. Especially ladies who sneak up behind me.

[Bullshit, she normally would have elbowed someone in the face for sneaking up on her, but Tally declared herself before touching, so it's okay.]

Am I less of a woman if I take these shoes off before I make it upstairs?

[wouldbetrump]

"Hello, Miss Sinclair." Clive said as she came through the door into the Jack's offices. He'd taken to the remodeling offices a bit- some more color, some more work stations; just a little bit of everything. His desk was at one side of the room, and a large table with several chairs occupied most of the other. He'd arranged to move the public relations offices into unoccupied areas across the hall, even- he liked to be close to the people he worked with (and they were a team, more than anything.)

So while there was a stack untouched paperwork, mostly just needing to be sorted, everything else somehow managed to look a bit like organized chaos. Posters, and a white board with various things scrawled across it were the most eye catching to say the least. Still, the new Jack looked pleasantly surprised to see Amy walk into his office all the same.

"Was there something you needed?"

[bitchwithabite]

Organized disaster, her ass. The place was a wreck, not that Amy would point it out. Surely, he was fully aware of that fact. Her expression was more tired than pleasant when she handed over the file.

"Need you to sign pretty much every piece of paper in there and give me three forms of DNA identification along with your fingerprints." That last bit was a little bit sarcastic, possibly too rude for her Jack, but frankly, it'd been a long day and Amy just wanted to go to bed. She was hoping for a little bit of mercy if her tongue was too sharp for others to handle tonight.

[wouldbetrump]

"Well someone is in a mood, aren't they?" He said, taking the file from her an motioning to the chairs across from his desk.

"Sit, make yourself at home." He would just thumb through these and see if they did actually require anything from him. "How have you been?"

[bitchwithabite]

How many people were going to make her stand around while they decided what to do about the files she brought them today? It's tiresome. But at least he's offering her a seat, which she took after only a moment's hesitation. It's the first time she's spoken to him since he became Jack. Admittedly, she rarely spoke to him before this, but it was somehow stranger now. Like there was more of a gap now than ever before.

"It's been a hell of a day, m'lord Jack. In case you're not sure, heels are inadvisable if you gotta do a lotta walkin'." Should've been obvious, but she'd attempted to dress somewhat respectably. Damn it, if Katya could be just fine in heels all day- if Zoë could be just fine in heels all day, why couldn't she?

But nope. Tomorrow, she'd be back in boots that were well-broken and didn't make her want to die. This skirt-and-blouse-and-heels getup wasn't Amy's thing anyway. Pants and shirts and boots, that was her style. It looked better, it felt better, and it was far more functional.

[graceandwit]

With the Queen of Clubs' illness returning with a vengeance, the remaining Faces - which, in this case means the Jack and the King - have been forced to pick up the slack; which is why Tegan will be holding out her hand for the additional folder.

Because, if you think you're getting anywhere near the Queen in her current state, Amy Sinclair, you have another thing coming.

[bitchwithabite]

Amy hasn't done anything to earn that mistrust, Tegan, unless just existing and being familial with David and Ethan count. And they very well might.

Still, she has to shake her head. "Huh-uh. Queen's eyes only, Teegs. Sorry to disappoint, but I've got Orders from Katya."

[graceandwit]

"The Queen is not receiving visitors at the moment," Tegan responds, her tone mild. She had retreated to her sick bed soon after the news about Rachel, and showed no intention of leaving.

"However, if it is urgent the King is still in his office, I believe." She sets aside her pen, reaching for the phone on the corner of her desk. "I can call down and check, if you like?"

[bitchwithabite]

With a huff, she stuffs the file into Tegan's hands. "See that Elisha gets it, would you? Katya's gonna chew my ass to pieces for not giving that to Argine, so that needs to be in the King's hands instead. Don't. Fucking. Read it. Please tell me that you understand what I'm telling you when I say that it's for Elisha's eyes, not yours."

Too rude for a Jack. Amy gives no fucks. She's already irritated that she can't hand-deliver the file to Argine.