[Crutches, stairs...This might get complicated.]

Fact: Where there is a will, there is a way. Also- where there is an Ace of Spades, there is a ten of Spades getting his way. For the moment. Julien had some twos find Victor a pair of crutches the other day, and since he's heard about Andrea (and then Andrea didn't come to see him like he wantedOr ( Read more... )

Zoe is muttering.

She might be muttering as she stalks through the halls towards the infirmary with a hand over her bleeding arm. She might be muttering in the infirmary. She might be muttering over the state of her dress (because dammit, she liked that one), but more likely she's muttering about the situation Andrea just spilled. Come talk to her ( Read more... )

Lancelot has been ill. Pnemonia, perhaps. Something coughing, hacking, terrible that's kept him abed for weeks. But he's finally feeling better and had decided to get a bit of fresh air. No doubt it will help his recovery.

If you don't shut up....[Well...]Being stuck in a hospital bed does not please the new Ten of Spades. The Doctor's order's are, though, that he stays put at least two days. Mostly to make sure he won't have any complications. Endless to say, he isn't going anywhere fast- with IVs and a cast and...stitches. Again ( Read more... )

Coffee,  something that probably wouldn't count as a healthy lunch by anyone's standards but is nonetheless keeping her stomach from eating itself, and laptop in tow she is sitting in a corner somewhere working diligently at something.

( This challenge seemed to drag on, in Victor’s eyes. They were counting points, one point for a non-lethal strike, five points for a potentially lethal strike, and ten for what would have been an instant kill. )

[Not quite covered in paint. Yet.]While the days when he spent all the days in his studio covering extremely large canvases in acrylic paint are long gone, Elisha still finds the time. So that's where he is now, with a wall-sized canvas stretched across an easel that means serious business, painting a series of blues and greens in a grid pattern. ( Read more... )

As the sun set it became rather apparent that it wasn't only the sun's rays that had lit up the Embassy so it seemed to glow. No, there was plenty of light of its own shining out of all of its windows of colored glass, making it a rather cheerful beacon in the night ( Read more... )

Backdated to February 25

It's nine o'clock, Challenge Morning. Sophie makes the long walk to Cadogan's quarters, where he tapes her hands and feet. Her chaussons, have spent the night in his freezer. Competition savate may have foregone steel-toed shoes, but that doesn't mean she won't use every trick in the book. Gerhardt certainly will. She has a ( Read more... )

Calls home are always a little bit bitter-sweet for all sorts of reasons.

Calls home in which you have to explain that you may be a little late getting home because you had a bit of a mishap is just...not fun at all.