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museplanetwrites:
Who: Jakob and tba.
Where: a coffee shop in town.
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Jakob might have been one of the few people who disliked having days off. It wasn’t because he loved his job— although Clara was one of his closest friends. It was because, as someone more shy than outgoing, Jakob disliked leaving what was familiar to him. Still, he put on bravado and thought of getting some coffee in town. Once upon the coffee shop, the smell of the brew filled up his nostrils, and everything seemed to have been running smoothly, at least until he turned around to find a table and ran straight into someone else, knocking his iced coffee all over them. “I’m so, so sorry,” he apologized profusely while his hands moved frantically in the air in an attempt to remedy the situation.
Daina had decided that a day in the village was exactly what she needed. She had already spent several hours in the spa being pampered and relaxing, and then moved onto a shopping spree. At least as much of a spree as the island would allow. Now it was time for a drink and snack break and the coffee shop into town was exactly the right spot for it. She entered first, her guard seeming to have changed from protector to the carrier of most of her purchased items and she led the way up to the counter. She had almost made it when a figure was suddenly there and she let out a squeal as she felt cold wetness splatter across her front. With wide eyes she looked from her soaked clothing to the man who was doing some kind of dance. “Awe man, this is my favourite Chanel skirt.”
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wileyfoxwrites:
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Who: Kaiden and Esme
Where: Easter Kites, Friday the 15th
(Tw: Drug use)
Kaiden sincerely hoped the ‘events’ in this place got better. Kites? Who the hell cared about kites? The only reason he had shown up was that it would have been considered rude for him not to and the last thing he needed was his parents hearing that he wasn’t being a polite guest. A sigh escaped his lips as he brought out a tin most would assume held mints, the prince popping an oxy to try and make this outing more bearable. They were on the beach at least, it should be easy to relax, right? So, Kaiden took a seat, not worried about his swim trunks getting sand all over them (it was the beach after all), squinting behind his sunglasses as he watched the crowd trying to make the toys. “This is so lame.” He’d meant for no one to hear him but as the words left his lips another body came up beside him causing Kaiden to roll his eyes under his sunglasses. “You can’t say I’m wrong. Do you really want to make a kite and see if it’ll fly?”
Esme was honestly looking forward to the kite event. She definitely didn’t associate it with the likes of Easter, but the last time she had seen kits fill the air was probably as a kid in Versailles. It definitely reminded her of summer and ice cream and Julien crying over a bumble bee one that had become wedged in a tree. Thankfully being on the beach would probably stop that happening, least her brother end up tearful again. She had just come up to the figure when he spoke and she couldn’t help but stop short and raise her brows at him. “I can so say you’re wrong. I was just going to view them, but you know what? Now I think I will and you’re going to help me.”
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wileyfoxwrites:
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Who: Aksana and Anastaysa
Where: Easter Water Fight, Monday the 18th
She’d felt strange all weekend. It wasn’t a bad strange per se but Aksana wasn’t herself and she was well aware of that by now. Still, she was riding this high for as long as she could manage, the princess making her way to the beach that day to have a little fun before the ball was to happen. Most people who knew her would have been shocked to see her in that moment with nothing on but a short pair of shorts and a bikini top she’d borrowed from a friend for the water fight that was about to happen. It was hot though and these past couple of days her concern for showing skin had lowered dramatically. Maybe it was the fact that somebody had seen all of her and seemed to enjoy what they’d seen or maybe she was starting to finally realize that her mother couldn’t tear her down any more but either way Aksana was going with it.
By the time she jumped out of the water fight the princess was soaked, laughing with the joy that was consuming her while she walked away from the war that was still raging behind her. She’d only made it a few yards away when her sister came into view and Aksana made a beeline for the blonde, that wide grin still plastered on her face. “Anya, are you planning on getting in on this action? It’s really fun once you get into it. Some of them are ruthless though so keep an eye out.”
Anastasya honestly wasn’t even sure why she had made her way down to the beach. A water fight was definitely not her style and it wasn’t Luka’s either, so the reason for her to be down there was next to zero. Yet that was where she had found her feet taking her as she wandered through the Thai heat. Certainly it seemed that everyone down on the sand was having a good time, though she was careful to stay out of the path of the participants.
Most surprising to her was when she spotted her baby sister amongst the ruckus. Past the shock though Anya was pleased to see that she was finally starting to come out of her shell. Indeed the bikini and shorts were entirely new and off-handedly she wondered whether maybe next time her or Rasa chose a dress for the girl she would walk in with her head held high. The thought made Anya smile and it was still lingering on her face when Aksana approached. “Absolutely not, I don’t see anything fun about running around getting all sandy and shooting at other people,” the blonde responded, glancing down at her sister. “You seem to be doing well. Want to tell me what that’s about?”
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scorpio-musing:
Who: Chirsten + Pim
Where: The Waterfall, the Night of the Bonfire
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I’m a virgin. The words rang in Christen’s head and it took a moment for him to fully understand what Pim was telling him. It seemed odd, that a girl acted like that, texted a stranger looking for fun, would be. Then again, everyone was at some point, right? After mulling it over it for a moment, he looked back to her, deciding the least a gentleman would do was offer to change that if she wished, right? Or perhaps it wasn’t exactly chivalrous, but that wouldn’t stop him either. “Is that something you’d like to change?” he asked, with a raise of his brows.
Pim had blurted the words out before even realising, mostly because Christen’s hands were going places someone else’s hands had never been and he had already lost his shirt while the hem of hers was being tugged. She scrunched her eyes shut for a moment, this was going to be where he lost interest and she would have to awkwardly escort him back to the palace to make sure he didn’t get lost on the way. But then he asked the words and she slowly opened one eye before the other. “Oh... well, yeah. I would. I feel like it’s time to get it over and done with and no one seems to like me anyway. I don’t want to be a 40 year old virgin...” she was rambling, but she couldn’t seem to help it.
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museplanetwrites:
Who: Rick and …
Where: The cinema at the palace.
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Maybe it was a bit lonesome, but Rick wanted to watch a movie, even if he had to do it alone. He’d been missing the whole going to the theater experience. Waiting in line, grabbing some popcorn or other treats from the convenience store, finding his seat. It wasn’t the same as watching a movie at the palace’s theater, but it was a close call. So he decided to engage. And when Rick entered the room, he didn’t expect to find someone else who seemed to have similar wishes. Doing a double-take, he wondered if they should leave the person to their devices. Then, again, why should the guard abandon his plans because of it? Clearing his throat, he approached them. “Are you set on watching this flick all by yourself?”
After finishing his university work for the day Sonny had sat down in his room and debated what to do. August had pushed him to use this time to find some more hobbies and the duke found himself starting to relax into the idea more. In fact he had found himself relaxing quite nicely in Thailand in general. He always kept the first half of the day dedicated to keeping up with his studies, but then he was a free bird. Today he had decided to catch up on one of the latest movies in the theatre despite the fact that everyone he knew was busy. Not that it mattered. He found himself a seat right in the middle and cradled a box of popcorn in his arms. He didn't even hear the door open at first, but looked over with the sound of a voice. "Yeah, figured there was no point missing out just cos everyone was busy. Feel free to take a seat, you haven't missed much."
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wileyfoxwrites:
Luka hadn’t attended the last bonfire that was held on the beach but he’d heard about some of the happenings at that one. A reason why he wouldn’t have even considered stepping on the beach that night if it weren’t for Anya’s invitation, the stories of the previous event turning him off of whatever this crowd considered a party. But the German was finding the strange occurrence of growing fond of someone else could get a person to do things that they normally wouldn’t, a fact that he didn’t particularly enjoy about the affection he held for Anya but he was willing to endure for more of her presence in his life. So, he threw on his beach attire, casual white pants with a white button-down not completely done up, before making his way to the party.
And boy was he glad he’d said yes when he arrived. Spotting Anya, his lips curved up as he took in the outfit she had on. He was certainly starting to like the beach idea much better while his eyes raked in the ethereal beauty she held before she could spot him. It wasn’t like he could openly gawk at her in front of everyone, not that he would want to. As soon as their eyes met though he kept his on hers like the ‘gentleman’ he was supposed to be and moved towards her. “I could definitely give the same sentiment.” He leaned closer to her once he’d made it to the princess, hands in his pockets as he lowered his voice enough for only her to hear. “You look incredible, not that I’m surprised. There’s something about that outfit though…I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.”
Strangely enough, he meant every word. The boy couldn’t recall a time in his life when he’d actually held someone in such high esteem which made things with Anya more complicated in his mind than their betrothal situation did. But he chose to push that aside, for now at least. “Would you like a drink before I sit down?”
Anastasya couldn't help but admire him as he strode towards her, dressed all in white with his chest peeking out. She couldn't blame him, he clearly worked for the body he had and it seemed a shame to hide it completely. Yet he only ever gave a tantalising amount, never walking around shirtless like some of the other men who clearly felt the need to be gawked at. It showed the class he had, a fact she held in high esteem. If there was any royal she felt was an even match for her it was definitely Luka.
Then there were the words he said. If she was anyone else she would've flushed bright red at his compliment. Still it was enough to make her feel like the breath had been snatched away from her and her heart gave a staggered thump. On the outside though she ensured she kept cool. "Are you trying to make me blush Luka? Thank you though, and I have to say white suits you, not many men can pull it off." She kept it simple, though there was a part of her underneath that wanted to unbutton the rest of his shirt one by one as she kissed her way down his torso.
"I would love one, I trust you to choose well," Anya replied to his offer, silently chastising herself in a bid to bring her mind back under control. Yet when he returned and took the seat by her she immediately turned to him, pressing her knees up against his. "I'm glad you decided to come, we can leave when it starts getting rowdy."
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Who: Valentin & Pim
Where: Easter Egg Hunt
A little ‘hee hee’ sound could faintly be heard from one Valentin Halsburg, who was planting fake Easter eggs with exploding slime where he would originally pick up the real eggs. He kept whistling as he walked away, looking up at the sky and pretending that he didn’t actually drop the fake Easter eggs in the hiding spaces, and not waiting for someone to pick up said egg and watch their faces when they explode. It was a dirty trick, yes, but hey, someone has to do it. He kept on walking, whistling to himself before he found an egg, only for someone to grab it first. “I do believe that’s mine,” Val said calmly, a grin appearing on his face. “It would be such a same if this egg somehow exploded in your face.”
Pim was having the time of her life clambering through the palace gardens and looking for Easter eggs. A lot of them were hidden in nooks or under benches, but there were a couple up in the trees that she assumed had been placed with her in mind. Thailand wasn't one to celebrate Easter and this tradition was one she was glad she had been in Russia to learn about. Reaching for yet another egg she snatched it up just before another hand hovered by, giggling at the Austrian prince. It was soon replaced with a gasp however and Pim's eyes lit up. "Have you been placing exploding eggs Val? Quick, where was the last one?"
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wileyfoxwrites:
Public affection was not his thing, nor should it have been with the indecency it could portray, so as soon as he’d had the slight contact with her Luka made sure to pull back just enough so that his lips were still hidden but that skin on skin was no longer an issue. She didn’t seem to mind though, Anya not moving or tensing up next to him, so he was comfortable in the position he’d ended up in. It wasn’t as if they were giving anyone any indication that they were here together for more than one another’s company and he preferred it that way. Alys would use any excuse to use that pathetic “bite” she thought she held towards him for any slip up that indicated he was not happy with his betrothed.
“Luckily, I didn’t have to find out. I’m still not happy that we were sent here, I don’t imagine I would have liked a place that felt like Siberia any better.” In fact, he would have downright refused if they had tried to send him to Khatanga. “I’m not sure. I don’t know the scientific facts of that possibility and I also haven’t decided which side I’m on in the nature versus nurture debate. Could be the result of bad parenting as well. Either way, Thailand is definitely not on my future ally list.” He smiled at her kind words, his eyes cutting back to her. “I feel the same about you. It certainly would have been a lot more boring around here without you.”
Luka was careful and calculating, always ensuring that his movements couldn’t be misconstrued; it was something that drew Anastasya to him and made her respect him, an effort that wasn’t easy to achieve. So when he drew back just enough she was in no way disappointed or discouraged. After all, as far as others were concerned it was merely two people with similar values aligning themselves. With the prince due to rule Wales once married it would be smart of her to form an alliance now.
“Lucky indeed. I can’t imagine what it would have been like stuck in that draughty castle with six feet of snow a permanent fixture,” she murmured. Even if the weather wasn’t always pleasant here in a Thailand. “Nor do I, I can’t say it’s something I’ve done any research into. It doesn’t seem relevant to running a country.” Anya couldn’t help but smile slightly at his agreement. If anything came out of this whole debacle at least she had made a reliable friend. Glancing up as more people began to settle themselves, she then tilted her head more towards Luka. “Speaking of atrocious weather, those clouds do not look promising.”
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wileyfoxwrites:
“I’ve always annoyed them? Funny, I just remember giving them orgasms back home…wait, maybe that’s why they’re so pissy here.” It made sense. Back home they’d never gotten too angry with him because sleeping with them pissed his father off so much that he would often do so in the most random places, almost ensuring they would get caught by someone if not a camera. Julien was surprised he didn’t have a sex tape floating around out there…an idea he stored away for later. “Dad’s not the reason I don’t clean my room, Esme. I’m just lazy and take advantage of the people who are paid to clean up after us. Mine as well if we’re going to be forced into this life.”
Rolling his eyes at his sister’s words, Jules took a seat on the lounger next to her. An odd sight for sure, her in her swimsuit and soaking up the sun and him laying around in black jeans, a t-shirt, and combat boots. “That’s an idea. Maybe the mold will kill me faster.” As he absentmindedly said the words, Julien was looking around the pool area, appreciating how it looked out over the ocean as well. It certainly was much prettier here than it was back home….another reason not to return. “What have you been up to?”
“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear you say that cos ew, but they did get pissed, you just made it up to them so they forgave you,” Esme commented. Unfortunately over her life she had heard far too many maids gushing about her brother and every time it made her feel a little sick. Despite that though she was actually surprised he hadn’t been doing the same over here. “Hmm, I’m starting to think perhaps our maids need a raise, we should at least make sure it’s worth cleaning up you smelly socks.”
She had let her eyes drift closed after her statement, knowing that Julien would listen to her words and claim the lounger next to hers, but when he made the comment about mould she couldn’t help but snap her gaze back to him. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t kill yourself off eons before my death please, I need your annoying ass around.” Still, she was glad he was here and they were able to catch up. “The usual, enjoying the sun and the drinks with the girls. Making a few new friends. What about you? Or shouldn’t I ask?”
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wileyfoxwrites:
“Hi Day,” Vasara smiled up at her younger sister before biting into a roll. She’d been starving, not having left her room that day since she’d been occupied with her husband and it had worked up quite the appetite. She didn’t want to tell Daina that though. She got the feeling her sister might not appreciate it. “I’ve been with Levie today, just hanging out in the room.” And she would leave it at that. No need to go any further into it. “What about you? Anything exciting happen today? What trouble are you getting into around here? You’ll have to catch me up on everything since Fireball and I were the last to arrive.”
“Oh, your room has a balcony right? Did you at least spend some time out in the sun on it?” Daina asked as she almost immediately placed an order for food. She already knew the menu for that day and what it was she was going to have. “I’ve decided that I’m definitely going to be working on my tan here, there’s so much more opportunity than when we were stuck in the blood North Pole.” She paused as she thought about her day. “It was pretty quiet today, I bumped into Patricija and her guard coming back from town. If I had such a cute guard I’d just spend all day looking at him, let me tell you.”
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Katrien laughed, nodding her agreement. “You’re right. I take it back, I don’t want us to be a rom com.” Though, even as she said it, she thought of Cas- how she’d still be expected to marry him someday, how this might hurt him- even though she and her betrothed weren’t committed to each other, aside from being engaged.
At his next words, her breath caught in her throat, and suddenly the Greek prince was the furthest thing from her mind. She could feel her heart thumping against her ribcage, so hard she wondered if he could hear it too. It was the exact sort of romantic declaration that she thought she’d never hear- being royalty meant betrothals, which rarely lended themselves to romance. So she’d hardly even let herself think about it before- until now, with Casper. “Yours was way better,” she said with a smile, squeezing his hand. “Should I try again?”
“Maybe like a couple from a good book? They usually just have to fight an evil force side by side, I think that’s slightly better,” Casper murmured. Perhaps in this case the evil force was the monarchy. For the first time Casper somewhat understood what it was his sister stood for. Though he definitely disagreed with the plans the rebels made it was tempting to imagine life without a monarchy, where he and Kat would be free to do what they wanted with their lives - for the entirety of them.
Squeezing her hand he let out a light chuckle. “You don’t have to try again at all, you told me what I had been hoping to hear,” he replied, stepping even closer to her and leaning down to rest his forehead on hers. “I have to admit... right now I kinda feel like my heart might burst from my chest it’s beating so hard.”
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Daeseong “Sonny” Son
age: 21
pronouns: he / him
birthplace: Seoul, South Korea
sexuality: bisexual
occupation: Duke of South Korea
faceclaim: Felix Lee
BACKGROUND.
Born and raised in South Korea, but was sent to boarding school in Australia his whole life during term time.
Youngest of the Korean royal lineage, he and his sisters are a product of their parents love marriage.
Is a massive music nerd and can play a range of instruments including piano, violin, saxophone, and guitar. His favourite is the piano.
Is half way through doing a degree at Sydney’s Conservatorium of Music and is determined to continue while in Thailand despite the issues with internet.
Chose his English name in his second year of school when everyone started calling him Sonny as a nickname derived from his family name. Yes his English name is Sonny Son.
Sonny is incredibly affectionate and often needs to be touching the people he is close to in some way or another.
Due to this his bed is also covered in soft toys to hug when he can't share a bed with anyone.
BASICS
full name: Daeseong "Sonny" Son
nickname(s): Sonshine
date of birth: 15th September 2100
zodiac sign: Virgo
ethnicity: Korea
nationality: South Korean
gender: cis male
religion: Christian (moderately, goes to church on special dates)
language(s) spoken: Korean, English
accent: Australian accented English
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
hair color: Currently blonde (naturally brown)
eye color: brown
height: 5′7
build: slim
tattoos: nil
piercings: nil
distinguishing characteristics: freckles, prettiness
FAMILY
father: Hyunjung Son
mother: Dambi Son (nee Jeong)
sibling(s): 2x older sisters, cousins (Hana & Yong-Rae)
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Who: Sonny & Gio
Where: The Creative Parlour
In the few weeks since Sonny had arrived in Thailand he had spent more time in the parlour than anywhere else. Who could blame him really? He should have been half way through his university course at Sydney’s famous Conservatorium of Music, instead his parents had decided they didn’t want to risk the vulnerability of a further two years unchecked and sent him after his cousin instead. It wasn’t all bad, he had been given the full semester’s work so he could still study, but he missed classes and his friends.
He had been focusing heavily on the piano as a mode of stress relief, but today as he sat in one of the chairs he cradled his cherished Gibson acoustic guitar, his favourite for non-classical use. Strumming idly he glanced up as a figure entered the room and spied a familiar shape. “Oh cool! You play too! You’re welcome to come jam out with me, I could do with some company.”
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Winter rolls into spring and the temperatures in Thailand are steadily rising. With the vast majority of the world’s countries congregated on the island, its hosts have decided to mark the celebration of Easter for their guests (and Pim may have begged for an Easter egg hunt after discovering them in Russia). Invitations are slipped through everyone’s doors advertising the activities to be held in April. The 15th-18th will be a time for royals, staff, and villagers alike to take a break and enjoy some festivities.
A/N: Even though the festivities are set over (and can be commenced) on Easter weekend, as usual everyone is free to take however long needed for threads. Feel free to pick out as many of the activities as you want.
Friday 15th:
Kite flying - traditional in Bermuda kites have been shipped in from around the world, as well as kite making stalls set up. From 1pm everyone is encouraged to fly their kites high along the beach. There will be a prize for the best judged kite.
Feast - Dinner that evening is open to all and will consist of foods often eaten over Easter around the world, including roast meats, soups, desserts, and sweet bread.
Saturday 16th:
Fair - The village will be transformed into a street fair, sporting stalls selling food, drink, and wares, as well as activities such as face painting and Easter bonnet making. The island is encouraged to spend the day relaxing and mingling.
Giant omelette - The French town of Haux is known for creating a giant omelette over Easter time, large enough to feed the entire town. This will be cooked in the centre of the fair.
Mass - For those that hold their religion close, Mass will take place in the palace chapel at 6pm.
Sunday 17th:
Easter egg hunt - in the wee hours of the morning several staff members sneak out to hide Easter eggs all throughout the gardens of the palace. From 9am the competition is on to find as many as you can.
Fireworks - Sunday night after the sun sets the sky will be lit up with dazzling displays of fireworks around the island. Everyone is welcome to enjoy them from wherever they wish, be it the beach, their house, a quiet hill outside the palace, or the giant old mango tree in the gardens.
Monday 18th:
Water Fight - several places including Corfu, Poland, and Hungary celebrate Easter with the sprinkling or pouring of water. In honour the beach will be set up with with various stations supplying water guns and bombs. A perfect way to cool off in the heat.
Easter Ball - To round up the festivities what would be more royal than a ball? It’s not slated to be strictly formal with guests welcome to dress up or down as much as they like, however the one theme encouraged is colour. After all, it’s spring! It’s Easter! What could be better than a vibrant rainbow?
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