#wor.open

[bastienfiore]

He’d come into work early, anticipating a busy day due to a royal’s birthday. His coworkers weren’t due in the kitchen for another hour, leaving Bas with some quiet time to start on prep- he had music playing softly in the background, and he took a moment to make himself a cup of coffee before starting in on preparing breakfast. As much as he enjoyed the hectic energy of the kitchen when it was all hands on deck, he appreciated the quiet moments much more, since he didn’t get enough of them. 

He took a knife and a cutting board out and placed them on the counter before opening one of the refrigerators, searching for the ingredients he’d need as he hummed along to the music. He heard the door swing open and shut, and without turning around, said “I hope you’re here to help, if you’re looking for something to eat you’ll probably be disappointed.” 

[rebelwithacausesolveig]

Though her invitation had stated that she was invited as a guest, Solveig couldn’t help keeping an eye on the room and those she cared about as she moved around the room. It seemed quite ingenious to her; inviting all the guards as guests. She assumed like her most all of them couldn’t just turn it off and it ensured that they would all be there and in line with the aesthetic. Still, something about the whole affair seemed irresponsible - hiding royal heirs in a poor Russian mountain town because of rebel activity but throwing a lavish party where identities weren’t discernible. The thought of how cocky the administration was brought a small grin to Solveig’s lips. 

Sill, rebel or not, every muscle in her body was tense. They always were at these events. She’d been to more fancy parties than she cared to recount, but the low lighting and numerous bodies crammed into a single room had her eyes constantly darting around the room to lock on to the few royals she cared about. Grabbing a glass of champagne she took a long sip, hoping the second glass would help calm her nerves some. “The performers are magnificent,” she commented, not bothering to look and see who was standing next to her.