[OTA] Gotta keep your head up and move along.

[i_machiavellian]

The Jack of Spades has been spending quite a bit of time outside of the Spades' Castle. Spending any extended amount of Chives might or might not have been driving him up the wall. There have been a couple of people who have seen him crossing the Clubs' borders, but he goes to so many places outside of the Castle that there's nothing too suspect

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[a_sudden_change]

"Hey," she says, catching up wit him. "Need some help?"

Some higher Number had decided the Jack might need a Two's extra set of hands. So here she is.

[i_machiavellian]

He didn't recognise her immediately, but she looked familiar. Unfortunately Michael was quite certain that half the people living here looked familiar. Sometimes he'd actually seen them in passing once or twice. Other times, he was probably hallucinating.

"Hi," he said as he straightened and brushed traces of dirt off his hands against his back pockets. He would have introduced himself and offered a hand, but it didn't seem polite when his hands were a little muddy, so there was a smile and a slightly awkward small wave offered instead.

"Uhm... sure," he replied after glancing back down at the rather stubborn shrub he had been trying to uproot. He's not awkward, really. He just seemed either perpetually ever so slightly confused - his mind might not really be in the here and now, or maybe he just didn't speak with that air of authority or decisiveness that one might expect.

"If you don't mind getting your hands dirty." Because he can manage if she. Well, y'know. Chipped nails or nail polish. And all the rest of it.

[a_sudden_change]

She smiles at him, holds out her hands. No nail polish, nails trimmed short, perhaps even a few callouses forming from all the cleaning she's been doing around the Castle certainly not anything to do with any sort of physical training she had with the Agency of course not.

"I think I can manage, your Jack-ness."

And then she'll properly hold out a hand to shake, "Diane Masters, Two of Spades, at your service."

[i_machiavellian]

"Ah. I'll have to apologise on behalf of the Chiveses then. Just Michael's fine," he offered as he gave her hand a light squeeze. Though he would no doubt be more likely to have seen a Two of Spades before, he'd take any opportunity offered to be reminded of names and numbers.

"I hope they haven't been giving you a hard time."