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“Don’t tell, okay?” Lera giggled, putting down her wine glass long enough to fix the fastening of one of her shimmering earrings. She was tipsy, or more than tipsy– stumbling against the wall, her heels making her unsteady. “I mean, they won’t be mad– or they will, but who cares?”
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“No offense to Hamlet, but if my dad made me wings of feathers and wax I wouldn’t have died.” Dmitry frowned, looking back up once he realised the critical flaw in his logic. “Or maybe I would’ve. I don’t know my dad, he might suck enough to be worth throwing myself into the sea.”
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She had found a quaint little coffee shop with windows allowing a perfect view of the mountains- ever since setting eyes on them, Celeste had been itching to be on them, to see the world from above. “Do you know if Genovian snow is as good as they say?” She questioned.
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rémy found himself lounging in a snow-covered patio chair outside an après-ski bar with a hot toddy in one hand as he conversed with open air. “okay, i get the general plot of knives out, but did they have to go so hard with chris in that fuckin’ sweater? he is like– that sweater, man.”
it’s a rare moment off, away from the pressure of keeping maisie safe - not to mention the pressure of whatever it is that they have going on between them - and a chance to breathe a little more freely. unsurprisingly, he’s found his way to the bar, a glass of the cheapest whiskey on the menu in his hand. he’s taken up a booth towards the back of the place, a table meant for seating four but perfect for quiet reverie with one. that’s until a figure pauses in front of the table, drawing his attention up though his reactions are slowed by the alcohol in his system. “huh? did you want the table?”
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“what?” the word snaps out before she can stop it, irritated thoughts pulling to the surface the general unhappiness that she usually keeps buried beneath her pink lipstick. quick as the word comes, however, violet catches herself and annoyance fades to manufactured shame and embarrassment. “i’m so sorry! that - i’m so sorry! you startled me and i…well, i’m sorry either way. what, er, what exactly did you want?”
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DANTE’S INFERNO — the book is tattered, beaten up, withered. there are obvious tears in it & if anyone were to glance inside the book they would see that there were different colored highlights on every single page. each color meant something different to sunwoo. the male’s getaway from his own brain ( & his own memories ) was through reading. it’s when someone walked into the room that his eyes flickered up to meet theirs, “ can i help you ? ”
“Enemies– not really the end of the world.” Dmitry nodded like he completely understood where this conversation was going, gesturing to the other side of the room with the glass of wine in his hand. “If someone hates me that much, I’ll let them punch me for like.. seven euros. Or free, if they’re the sort of person who’d look hot doing it.”
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location: the village
character: scarlett dupre`, olympic figure skater (team canada)
“I don’t understand how this princess lady isn’t losing her mind,” Scarlett says, nose wrinkled as she turns the pages of the local Genovian paper that seemed to keep very close tabs on every motion in the palaces, including the arrival of new royals and who had been rumored to be seen with whom.
“Dating is hard enough under normal circumstances without everyone getting their noses in it and giving their opinions. Isn’t this whole thing basically an international episode of The Bachelor but for really rich people?”
PLACE: outside on a balcony TIME: afternoon FOR: open starter @genoviastarters
“i know that it’s not surprising for this place to snow and this isn’t the first time i’ve seen snow, but whenever it’s snowing outside i just can’t help but be as happy as a child on christmas.” mai chuckled softly. “i mean, i’ve never done the best in warm climates, i feel like the heat can be too much at times, but the cold is nice and refreshing.” mai took a sip of her hot chocolate and starred out into the mountains. “also, those mountains just look so beautiful covered in fresh snow.”
“So, we have to go on dates with people because of.. pears?” Valeriya tried her best to keep her voice polite, but it was rather clear she was skeptical of the power of the pears. “What if someone who’s, um– I don’t want to be rude, but what if someone horrible wins the bid? Is there a system to prevent that?”
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location: a small pub or a bar somewhere
Sylvie had signed up for the charity auction in a moment of bravery. Good causes always pulled on her heart-strings, and her ingrained desire to help those let fortunate than herself meant that she’d added her name to the list without a second thought.
But now, hours later, the weight of her actions was finally sinking in.
“I haven’t even been on a date since college,” she whined. “What do I do? What if it’s terrible? What if it’s great??” She sighed and reached up to massage her temple. “I think… I think it is time for a drink. Do you want anything? I’ll buy.”
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honora loved festivals, and she loved the idea of pear festivals even more. her brothers didn’t seem like they could be arsed to care about genovia’s wealth of pears. she flitted from stall to stall, gifts piled high in the bag her bodyguard was holding. “oh, don’t you just love winter time? i can’t believe there’s going to be an auction at the end of the week, too. are you going to bid on anyone?”
PLACE: outside a coffee shop TIME: afternoon FOR: open starter @genoviastarters
katharina was sitting at a table drawing in her sketchbook. the princess was drawing the mountains in front of her. she had a hot coffee next to her that helped to keep her warm and give her energy today. there was no place that made the princess happier than sitting with a nice cup of coffee and drawing. she was reaching for her cup of coffee when she knocked it over. the first thing she saved was her sketchbook, but herself was covered with coffee. “can someone get me some napkins please?”
“My day was fine,” Dmitry said, eyebrows knitting together in confusion even as he took another swig of vodka straight from the bottle. He was still dressed in his suit, though he’d undone his tie and had his feet up on the chair across from him. “Why do you ask?”
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“IS IT BAD that i replaced his lube with hot sauce or did i overreact a little?” perhaps a bit of an overshare on their part but jessa was never one for formalities, curious to hear what the other thought not that they were too sure it’d make much of a difference. they knew all too well, more than most thanks to their job as an escort, that men had the habit of acting like ENTITLED pigs. “personally i think i was well within my right and like…it’ll only burn for…a few minutes or whatever.”
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location suggestion: the pub, the club but honestly this could really be wherever!
@genoviastarters ☓ open. location: a coat room or some other small, private place within the palace/slopes
Unbeknownst to the other, Sabina had entered the room moments ago, but rather than make her presence known she chose to watch the other quietly.
“It’s mink if you’re curious.” Which, clearly, they must have been if they thought it alright to touch. “A gift from an Italian consul.” A prized possession; one of few.
“Would you like to try it on?”
