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PrincessMuk
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PLEASE INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING IN EVERY REPLY:
✦ Character: Name, Pronouns, Role, Outfit
✦ Location EDIT: Threadmarks will no longer be used to organize by location. Just be sure to write your location on the post.
✦ Interactions: Character Name and Tags (note that doing [user] does NOT tag somebody)
✦ IF USING A CODE: Include a Spoiler of your reply without the coding in case it breaks or doesn't work on somebody's device
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Andrea Harris | She/Her | Selected Female
Outfit: Red Ballgown, White Gloves
Location: Entrance Hall
Interactions: Alex Sterling
Tags:
PrincessMuk
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[Floor One]
✦ Entrance Hall
✦ Dining Hall
✦ Great Room
✦ Women's Room (note: male selecteds can enter as well. the name is the same as in the books for consistency reasons.)
✦ Kitchen
✦ Maids/Valets' Quarters
✦ Guards' Quarters
✦ The Barracks
✦ Reporter's Office
✦ Theater
✦ Hospital Wing
✦ Library
✦ Illéa Capital Report Room
--
✦ Hallway 1
✦ Hallway 2
✦ Hallway 3
✦ Hallway 4
✦ Hallway 5
--
✦ The Lawn
✦ The Garden
✦ The Stables
[Floor Two]
✦ Rosalina's Room (note: room 1)
✦ Melissa's Room (note: room 2)
✦ Andrea's Room (note: room 3)
✦ Daisy's Room (note: room 4)
✦ Xerina's Room (note: room 5)
✦ Room 21
✦ Room 22
✦ Room 23
✦ Room 24
✦ Room 25
✦ Room 26
✦ Room 27
✦ Room 28
✦ Room 29
✦ Room 30
✦ Room 31
✦ Room 32
✦ Room 33
--
✦ Zero's Room (note: room 6)
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✦ Jackson's Room (note: room 7)
✦ Wesley's Room (note: room 8)
✦ Alex's Room (note: room 9)
✦ Kieran's Room (note: room 10)
✦ Room 11
✦ Room 12
✦ Room 13
✦ Room 14
✦ Room 15
✦ Room 16
✦ Room 17
✦ Room 18
✦ Room 19
✦ Room 20
✦ Room 34
✦ Room 35
--
✦ Saferoom 2
✦ Saferoom 3
✦ Saferoom 4
✦ The Balcony
--
✦ Hallway 6
✦ Hallway 7
✦ Hallway 8
✦ Hallway 9
[Floor Three]
✦ The Prince's Suite
✦ The Princess Suite (note: for the Prince's chosen wife or husband. the name is the same as in the books for consistency reasons.)
✦ The King's Suite
✦ The Queen's Suite
✦ The Princess's Suite (note: for the Prince's sister)
--
✦ Hallway 10
✦ Secret Hall (note: leads to Saferoom 5, entrances from all Suites on the floor)
✦ Saferoom 5
OTHER:
✦ The Daily Illéa
✦ Day/Event (note: this will be used by me to note when the day changes or when a new event starts)
✦ Entrance Hall
✦ Dining Hall
✦ Great Room
✦ Women's Room (note: male selecteds can enter as well. the name is the same as in the books for consistency reasons.)
✦ Kitchen
✦ Maids/Valets' Quarters
✦ Guards' Quarters
✦ The Barracks
✦ Reporter's Office
✦ Theater
✦ Hospital Wing
✦ Library
✦ Illéa Capital Report Room
--
✦ Hallway 1
✦ Hallway 2
✦ Hallway 3
✦ Hallway 4
✦ Hallway 5
--
✦ The Lawn
✦ The Garden
✦ The Stables
[Floor Two]
✦ Rosalina's Room (note: room 1)
✦ Melissa's Room (note: room 2)
✦ Andrea's Room (note: room 3)
✦ Daisy's Room (note: room 4)
✦ Xerina's Room (note: room 5)
✦ Room 21
✦ Room 22
✦ Room 23
✦ Room 24
✦ Room 25
✦ Room 26
✦ Room 27
✦ Room 28
✦ Room 29
✦ Room 30
✦ Room 31
✦ Room 32
✦ Room 33
--
✦ Zero's Room (note: room 6)
--
✦ Jackson's Room (note: room 7)
✦ Wesley's Room (note: room 8)
✦ Alex's Room (note: room 9)
✦ Kieran's Room (note: room 10)
✦ Room 11
✦ Room 12
✦ Room 13
✦ Room 14
✦ Room 15
✦ Room 16
✦ Room 17
✦ Room 18
✦ Room 19
✦ Room 20
✦ Room 34
✦ Room 35
--
✦ Saferoom 2
✦ Saferoom 3
✦ Saferoom 4
✦ The Balcony
--
✦ Hallway 6
✦ Hallway 7
✦ Hallway 8
✦ Hallway 9
[Floor Three]
✦ The Prince's Suite
✦ The Princess Suite (note: for the Prince's chosen wife or husband. the name is the same as in the books for consistency reasons.)
✦ The King's Suite
✦ The Queen's Suite
✦ The Princess's Suite (note: for the Prince's sister)
--
✦ Hallway 10
✦ Secret Hall (note: leads to Saferoom 5, entrances from all Suites on the floor)
✦ Saferoom 5
OTHER:
✦ The Daily Illéa
✦ Day/Event (note: this will be used by me to note when the day changes or when a new event starts)
THE DAILY ILLÉA (REPORTER ASSIGNMENTS)
REPORTER ASSIGNMENTS:
✦ Sharik Farah (alwaystheOptimist) -- Interview and photograph Alex Sterling, Andrea Harris, and Rosalina Beaumont.
✦ Kate Roberts (PrincessMuk) -- Interview and photograph Zero Bisset, Wesley Pierce, Melissa Fletcher, and Kieran West.
✦ Kristin Collins (tamarapasek) -- Interview and photograph Jackson Jeong, Zerina Smith, and Daisy Mitchell.
The articles this week should include the interview questions provided and general profiles for the Selecteds (short blurbs about their perceived personality and background are fine.) The goal here is to allow the public to get to know them. Are they someone we should root for? Do they have an interesting tactic they're planning on using? Were they previously involved in a scandal? To goad such information out of the Selecteds, Reporters are encouraged to utilize their questions and to make up their own. If they say something particularly interesting, ask follow-ups. Being the first interviews and having so many Selecteds available, the sessions will not last very long, so be smart. It is not likely much gossip will be attained in this first interview.
After the interviews, the reporters should try and get a few pictures of their assigned Selecteds (some posed, some natural), and if one of their Selecteds spends time with the Prince, the reporter is encouraged to follow them and document all they can. However, reporters are not permitted to enter restricted areas and should keep their distance. Reporters are also encouraged to speak with maids and valets to get inside information on their Selecteds.
BE SURE TO CHECK OUT THE THINGS TO REMEMBER TAB TO SEE ASSIGNMENTS FOR ROOMS, MAIDS/VALETS, AND FOR MORE INFO FOR REPORTERS.
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Day 1 - Arrival
PrincessMuk
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THE SELECTION - DAY 1 - THURSDAY - ARRIVAL
THE SELECTION - DAY 1 - THURSDAY - ARRIVAL
The palace hadn't seen excitement like this in decades.
Maids and valets scurried around, doing last-minute tasks and double-checking their earlier work. Every Selected's room had been set up perfectly -- the beds were all crisply made, the floors all swept, the bathrooms all filled with the finest soaps and lotions... The cooks were working diligently to prepare for tonight's feast -- accommodating for so many new guests wasn't anything new, what with all the galas held in the past and foreign dignitaries visiting all the time, but it was still a lot of work that left little time to rest. As for the Guards, they stood on high alert, patrolling the Palace so as to be certain nobody -- Rebel or otherwise -- would harm the new Palace guests or the Royal Family.
Reporters had arrived the day prior and had received their assignments, all eager to get their chance to interview the Prince's future finacée or fiancé. They gathered in the Entrance Hall with their cameras, hoping to snap some amazing shots under the delicate glow of chandeliers as the Selected entered the Palace doors. The marble floors sparkled, so clean one could easily see their reflection in its tiles, and the afternoon sunlight filtering in through the tall windows highlighted every gorgeous bit of detail in the walls and furniture decorating the room.
The Royal Family was gathered in the Great Room, hidden away until the Selecteds would meet them after all thrity-five had arrived. High expectations sat on Milo's shoulders for this first day... Would he immediately eliminate many of his potential suitors? Would he fall in love at first sight? Or, would he not find any special connection with any of the Selected? The anticipation among the Royals and Palace Staff alike was unnerving... only time would tell what would happen with this Selection.
The Selected themselves were about to make an appearance, all having been picked up by personal chauffeurs from their flights into Angeles. Upon arrival, they will have an opportunity to mingle in the Entrance Hall before Harrison Davis, a caste Two politician who has aided the King in many public affairs, directs them to their next activity.
Needless to say, the eagerness for The Selection was infectious, and as the Palace doors opened to reveal the first Selected, it seemed everyone was holding their breath...
The palace hadn't seen excitement like this in decades.
Maids and valets scurried around, doing last-minute tasks and double-checking their earlier work. Every Selected's room had been set up perfectly -- the beds were all crisply made, the floors all swept, the bathrooms all filled with the finest soaps and lotions... The cooks were working diligently to prepare for tonight's feast -- accommodating for so many new guests wasn't anything new, what with all the galas held in the past and foreign dignitaries visiting all the time, but it was still a lot of work that left little time to rest. As for the Guards, they stood on high alert, patrolling the Palace so as to be certain nobody -- Rebel or otherwise -- would harm the new Palace guests or the Royal Family.
Reporters had arrived the day prior and had received their assignments, all eager to get their chance to interview the Prince's future finacée or fiancé. They gathered in the Entrance Hall with their cameras, hoping to snap some amazing shots under the delicate glow of chandeliers as the Selected entered the Palace doors. The marble floors sparkled, so clean one could easily see their reflection in its tiles, and the afternoon sunlight filtering in through the tall windows highlighted every gorgeous bit of detail in the walls and furniture decorating the room.
The Royal Family was gathered in the Great Room, hidden away until the Selecteds would meet them after all thrity-five had arrived. High expectations sat on Milo's shoulders for this first day... Would he immediately eliminate many of his potential suitors? Would he fall in love at first sight? Or, would he not find any special connection with any of the Selected? The anticipation among the Royals and Palace Staff alike was unnerving... only time would tell what would happen with this Selection.
The Selected themselves were about to make an appearance, all having been picked up by personal chauffeurs from their flights into Angeles. Upon arrival, they will have an opportunity to mingle in the Entrance Hall before Harrison Davis, a caste Two politician who has aided the King in many public affairs, directs them to their next activity.
Needless to say, the eagerness for The Selection was infectious, and as the Palace doors opened to reveal the first Selected, it seemed everyone was holding their breath...
PrincessMuk
Ace Legend <3
andrea harris | she/her
selected • entrance hall • purple mini dress • no interactions • no tags
andrea harris • she/her • selected • entrance hall • purple mini dress • no interactions • no tags
Walking into the Palace, Andrea couldn't believe her eyes. She'd seen pictures of the palace before, of course -- its arched walls and white marble floors were well-known to everyone in the country -- but they all paled in comparison to the real thing. A rush of exhilaration passed through her as she pictured what it would be like to live here... she'd be doing just that as a Selected, assuming the Prince didn't get rid of her right away. She hoped she'd get the opportunity to explore the gardens and go horseback riding. If she was lucky, the Prince would invite her to do one of those things as a date.
Oh, and wouldn't that be nice? For them to share a common interest? She really hoped they had at least one. After all, it was far easier to like someone you could gush about your hobbies with than someone completely different from you. And, whether the Prince fell in love with her or not, she at least hoped they could become friends. Of course, she'd love to get to know him romantically... he was very handsome, and he always seemed kind when he addressed the public. Plus, she felt that, even if they had no common interests, she could at least relate to the pressures of high-class society, which nobody else could quite understand. The stress of being famous, where everyone adores you but you have nobody to truly call a friend... that was what Andrea hoped would connect them, and give her an edge.
Still, there wasn't much time to think about all that now. She was entering the Palace! She didn't see the Royal Family yet, but she was sure they'd come and greet them soon... probably once everyone had arrived or something. She knew at some point the Selected usually got their pictures taken... she'd definitely be in her element, then. It was a little odd being the first one there; she felt a bit awkward and wasn't quite sure what to do or where to stand. But at least she knew what to do when the reporters started flashing pictures of her -- this was her job, after all. For a moment, she felt completely in her element, posing and giving her signature model smile. Even with the palace background and such an expensive outfit -- a deep purple satin dress that cut off half-way above her knee paired with gold-encrusted diamond jewelry -- she could almost mistake it as any other photoshoot if she tried.
She couldn't wait for the others to arrive. If things didn't work out well with the Prince, she hoped she could at least forge some bonds with some of the Selected. It was common for many of the Selecteds to end up forming lifelong friendships due to their shared experiences in the competition. She doubted she'd get along well with anyone in a lower caste -- they usually seemed intimidated by her or judged her as a spoiled rich girl -- but there were many Threes in this competition that had given her a good feeling from their pictures when the Selected were announced.
(And, who knew... maybe if she didn't find love with the Prince, she'd find it with one of the others. Not during the competition, of course -- that would be treason. But if she got kicked out, well... she wasn't opposed to it in the slightest.)
Walking into the Palace, Andrea couldn't believe her eyes. She'd seen pictures of the palace before, of course -- its arched walls and white marble floors were well-known to everyone in the country -- but they all paled in comparison to the real thing. A rush of exhilaration passed through her as she pictured what it would be like to live here... she'd be doing just that as a Selected, assuming the Prince didn't get rid of her right away. She hoped she'd get the opportunity to explore the gardens and go horseback riding. If she was lucky, the Prince would invite her to do one of those things as a date.
Oh, and wouldn't that be nice? For them to share a common interest? She really hoped they had at least one. After all, it was far easier to like someone you could gush about your hobbies with than someone completely different from you. And, whether the Prince fell in love with her or not, she at least hoped they could become friends. Of course, she'd love to get to know him romantically... he was very handsome, and he always seemed kind when he addressed the public. Plus, she felt that, even if they had no common interests, she could at least relate to the pressures of high-class society, which nobody else could quite understand. The stress of being famous, where everyone adores you but you have nobody to truly call a friend... that was what Andrea hoped would connect them, and give her an edge.
Still, there wasn't much time to think about all that now. She was entering the Palace! She didn't see the Royal Family yet, but she was sure they'd come and greet them soon... probably once everyone had arrived or something. She knew at some point the Selected usually got their pictures taken... she'd definitely be in her element, then. It was a little odd being the first one there; she felt a bit awkward and wasn't quite sure what to do or where to stand. But at least she knew what to do when the reporters started flashing pictures of her -- this was her job, after all. For a moment, she felt completely in her element, posing and giving her signature model smile. Even with the palace background and such an expensive outfit -- a deep purple satin dress that cut off half-way above her knee paired with gold-encrusted diamond jewelry -- she could almost mistake it as any other photoshoot if she tried.
She couldn't wait for the others to arrive. If things didn't work out well with the Prince, she hoped she could at least forge some bonds with some of the Selected. It was common for many of the Selecteds to end up forming lifelong friendships due to their shared experiences in the competition. She doubted she'd get along well with anyone in a lower caste -- they usually seemed intimidated by her or judged her as a spoiled rich girl -- but there were many Threes in this competition that had given her a good feeling from their pictures when the Selected were announced.
(And, who knew... maybe if she didn't find love with the Prince, she'd find it with one of the others. Not during the competition, of course -- that would be treason. But if she got kicked out, well... she wasn't opposed to it in the slightest.)
PrincessMuk
Ace Legend <3
alex sterling | he/him
selected • entrance hall • black suit • no interactions • no tags
alex sterling • he/him • selected • entrance hall • black suit • no interactions • no tags
Huh.
So this was the palace.
The Entrance Hall alone was bigger than his entire house, though he supposed that wasn't saying much. Sure, they all had their own bedrooms, but it was by no means spacial. He could only imagine how Natasha must be feeling now, with him being able to see such an "architectural masterpiece", as she'd put it before he'd left, instead of her. It was unlikely, but maybe, if he was lucky, she'd get to see it for herself someday.
He highly doubted that, though. He doubted he'd even make it through the first day, actually. It's not that he wasn't going to try -- because dammit, he was here, so he might as well do his best to make the Prince like him and take advantage of the free food and the money being sent to his family. But given the Prince was, well, a Prince, and he was just a Five whose idea of a good time involved minor infractions of the law and lots of dumb jokes shared over beer, he wasn't sure how they'd connect.
Unless his looks did the trick. Which didn't happen often, so he doubted that, too. But hey, if the Prince found him attractive enough to keep for a while, then he wasn't opposed. It's not like the Prince wasn't the most handsome guy in the country or anything...
Alex felt a little stiff, walking into the palace with the suit his family had insisted he buy for this occasion. They told him the money would be paid back to them through the Selection, anyways, since dressing up so well would surely make a good first impression and keep him in the competition. He wasn't so sure about that, but... well, he didn't look bad. It wasn't anything extravagant, however expensive it was compared to his usual blue jeans and flannel shirts. But the black fabric hugged his figure nicely, and the pants did a good job highlighting his, ah, assets.
Not many had arrived, yet, but he did see a girl who he recognized from one of Anna's magazines... so, a Two, he guessed. Definitely not talking to her. The reporters took a few pictures of him, as they were doing for her, so he tried to straighten his posture and put on a smile. His every move would be watched, now... hopefully, he didn't do anything stupid.
Huh.
So this was the palace.
The Entrance Hall alone was bigger than his entire house, though he supposed that wasn't saying much. Sure, they all had their own bedrooms, but it was by no means spacial. He could only imagine how Natasha must be feeling now, with him being able to see such an "architectural masterpiece", as she'd put it before he'd left, instead of her. It was unlikely, but maybe, if he was lucky, she'd get to see it for herself someday.
He highly doubted that, though. He doubted he'd even make it through the first day, actually. It's not that he wasn't going to try -- because dammit, he was here, so he might as well do his best to make the Prince like him and take advantage of the free food and the money being sent to his family. But given the Prince was, well, a Prince, and he was just a Five whose idea of a good time involved minor infractions of the law and lots of dumb jokes shared over beer, he wasn't sure how they'd connect.
Unless his looks did the trick. Which didn't happen often, so he doubted that, too. But hey, if the Prince found him attractive enough to keep for a while, then he wasn't opposed. It's not like the Prince wasn't the most handsome guy in the country or anything...
Alex felt a little stiff, walking into the palace with the suit his family had insisted he buy for this occasion. They told him the money would be paid back to them through the Selection, anyways, since dressing up so well would surely make a good first impression and keep him in the competition. He wasn't so sure about that, but... well, he didn't look bad. It wasn't anything extravagant, however expensive it was compared to his usual blue jeans and flannel shirts. But the black fabric hugged his figure nicely, and the pants did a good job highlighting his, ah, assets.
Not many had arrived, yet, but he did see a girl who he recognized from one of Anna's magazines... so, a Two, he guessed. Definitely not talking to her. The reporters took a few pictures of him, as they were doing for her, so he tried to straighten his posture and put on a smile. His every move would be watched, now... hopefully, he didn't do anything stupid.
PrincessMuk
Ace Legend <3
jackson jeong | he/him
selected • entrance hall • white shirt, slacks • no interactions • no tags
selected • entrance hall • white shirt, slacks • no interactions • no tags
The air in Angeles was the freshest Jackson had ever breathed, which definitely said something about his rank in this world.
Sixes and Sevens only got included in the Selection to keep up appearances -- one, that the Selection was completely random and not cherry-picked (why else would they be made to take pictures?), and two, that the Royal Family truly cared about the lower castes, enough even to potentially love someone from one of them. It was obvious to anyone that his odds of staying in this competition weren't very good. Chances were, he'd be gone by the end of the week, if not the end of the day. It all depended on how the Prince went about this whole thing... maybe he'd eliminate half of them on the first day.
But what wasn't obvious to others was that he was determined to do well in this competition. With his drive and a bit of luck, he'd hopefully manage to spark something with the Prince and be allowed to stay. The money from one week alone would make a world of difference to his family back home, but the end goal of marriage and elevating his entire family to Royalty was too tempting not to strive for. If he was Royalty, maybe he could make some real change... Plus, the Prince was pretty handsome. Hopefully, Jackson's own appearance would be enough to at least pique the Prince's interest for today. He wasn't sure how much quality time he'd get to spend with him... there were so many of them arriving today, after all, so he didn't expect for it to be much. So, though he would do his best to charm the Prince when they met, his looks were his real power here.
He wasn't just banking on his regular appearance, either. Life as a Six didn't provide much for frivolous purchases, so all of his clothing was cheap, a hand-me-down, or made by his mother. Despite that, he'd managed to pull together something respectable -- he'd been allowed to take his white waiter's shirt with him, and his father had lent him the black slacks he'd gotten married in. As for shoes, he'd managed to snag those from his waiter's uniform, as well. His job didn't have many perks, but he felt lucky for the opportunity it had given him here. His hair was slicked back with gel his sister had surprised him with -- though, since he wasn't allowed to bring any possessions into the Palace, this was the only meaningful use he'd get out of it. (Just another reason he was determined to do well in this...)
He was the third to walk in, the others being a girl he vaguely recognized (was she a Two? She was probably a Two.) and a guy who he could tell right off the bat was in a lower caste like him. The way he stood so uncomfortably in his suit made that obvious enough. His attention was pulled from his competitors when cameras began flashing in his face -- he'd rarely had his picture taken, so he wasn't sure what to do. He opted to stand and smile as charmingly as he could, but he felt dumb just... standing there. He prayed someone would come and talk to him and save him from this awkward moment.
The air in Angeles was the freshest Jackson had ever breathed, which definitely said something about his rank in this world.
Sixes and Sevens only got included in the Selection to keep up appearances -- one, that the Selection was completely random and not cherry-picked (why else would they be made to take pictures?), and two, that the Royal Family truly cared about the lower castes, enough even to potentially love someone from one of them. It was obvious to anyone that his odds of staying in this competition weren't very good. Chances were, he'd be gone by the end of the week, if not the end of the day. It all depended on how the Prince went about this whole thing... maybe he'd eliminate half of them on the first day.
But what wasn't obvious to others was that he was determined to do well in this competition. With his drive and a bit of luck, he'd hopefully manage to spark something with the Prince and be allowed to stay. The money from one week alone would make a world of difference to his family back home, but the end goal of marriage and elevating his entire family to Royalty was too tempting not to strive for. If he was Royalty, maybe he could make some real change... Plus, the Prince was pretty handsome. Hopefully, Jackson's own appearance would be enough to at least pique the Prince's interest for today. He wasn't sure how much quality time he'd get to spend with him... there were so many of them arriving today, after all, so he didn't expect for it to be much. So, though he would do his best to charm the Prince when they met, his looks were his real power here.
He wasn't just banking on his regular appearance, either. Life as a Six didn't provide much for frivolous purchases, so all of his clothing was cheap, a hand-me-down, or made by his mother. Despite that, he'd managed to pull together something respectable -- he'd been allowed to take his white waiter's shirt with him, and his father had lent him the black slacks he'd gotten married in. As for shoes, he'd managed to snag those from his waiter's uniform, as well. His job didn't have many perks, but he felt lucky for the opportunity it had given him here. His hair was slicked back with gel his sister had surprised him with -- though, since he wasn't allowed to bring any possessions into the Palace, this was the only meaningful use he'd get out of it. (Just another reason he was determined to do well in this...)
He was the third to walk in, the others being a girl he vaguely recognized (was she a Two? She was probably a Two.) and a guy who he could tell right off the bat was in a lower caste like him. The way he stood so uncomfortably in his suit made that obvious enough. His attention was pulled from his competitors when cameras began flashing in his face -- he'd rarely had his picture taken, so he wasn't sure what to do. He opted to stand and smile as charmingly as he could, but he felt dumb just... standing there. He prayed someone would come and talk to him and save him from this awkward moment.
tamarapasek
Senior Member
Wesley felt a certain rush as soon as he left the airport. It wasn’t so much a new experience for him since he was a 3, but the reasoning for his journey.
He felt pretty confident. Since almost everyone knew the selection was about appearances then there was no way the dude would win. He’d sit there. Charm the prince. He’d probably make it reasonably far considering his status, but overall a nice girl would win the selection as always.
Maybe it was pessimistic. After all you should try your best right? He wasn’t sure. If push came to shove, and he did win his family would be so thrilled. This could save their relationship, but on the other hand they might be just as happy if he’d got reasonably far enough to make a mark on the prince.
He would offer the prince some witty banter. Charm him, and say something funny. He was banking on being the lighthearted one in this whole affair. Keep his thoughts, and feelings out of it, and he might just win.
He was the fourth to walk in. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized the only guy there was a 6. No chance whatsoever. Of course he wouldn’t talk to anybody. Unlike most he didn’t mind an awkward silence.
selected.entrance hall.blue shirt, black pants. no interactions.no tags
He felt pretty confident. Since almost everyone knew the selection was about appearances then there was no way the dude would win. He’d sit there. Charm the prince. He’d probably make it reasonably far considering his status, but overall a nice girl would win the selection as always.
Maybe it was pessimistic. After all you should try your best right? He wasn’t sure. If push came to shove, and he did win his family would be so thrilled. This could save their relationship, but on the other hand they might be just as happy if he’d got reasonably far enough to make a mark on the prince.
He would offer the prince some witty banter. Charm him, and say something funny. He was banking on being the lighthearted one in this whole affair. Keep his thoughts, and feelings out of it, and he might just win.
He was the fourth to walk in. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized the only guy there was a 6. No chance whatsoever. Of course he wouldn’t talk to anybody. Unlike most he didn’t mind an awkward silence.
selected.entrance hall.blue shirt, black pants. no interactions.no tags
rainywrites
Rainy writes but dislikes fights
Emilie was thrilled. today was a big day, and a good one. she'd woken early, asking her maids to wake her with the sun on this special day. her brother was going to find someone to spend the rest of his life with! And wouldn't that be interesting to watch? she'd heard all about her parent's selection ever since she was small, sitting on her mother's lap and begging for stories about how she'd fallen in love. she hoped that her brother would fall in love too. and she couldn't WAIT Emilie had spent hours this morning brushing her hair, then letting her maids rebrush it so it was perfect. they helped her into her dress and her shoes, and curtsied to her as they went. she blew a kiss and got ready for the day.
heading downstairs meant being swarmed by press. she was the princess, everyone in Illea's little sister. of course she'd be asked how she felt about the whole thing. she talked to reporters every day, so in fact she recognized most of the hoard. after she was curtsied too, she was asked question after question. and she told them the truth. she was thrilled about this selection, excited about the rule change so there could be more than girls. and most of all, she was excited to meet her new big sibling.
she made her way away from the reporters, looking to see who had arrived with the selected. she was excited, and looked in a mirror in passing quickly. yes, her bow was straight. good, she didn't want to make a bad first impression. one of the people here would be in her life until she was married to another prince in another kingdom. first impressions were everything. "good morning!" she greeted all the ones she could see. someone would come to speak with her, they always did.
Princess~entrance hall~white gown, pink trim, pink gloves, shoes, bow~no interactions~no tags
heading downstairs meant being swarmed by press. she was the princess, everyone in Illea's little sister. of course she'd be asked how she felt about the whole thing. she talked to reporters every day, so in fact she recognized most of the hoard. after she was curtsied too, she was asked question after question. and she told them the truth. she was thrilled about this selection, excited about the rule change so there could be more than girls. and most of all, she was excited to meet her new big sibling.
she made her way away from the reporters, looking to see who had arrived with the selected. she was excited, and looked in a mirror in passing quickly. yes, her bow was straight. good, she didn't want to make a bad first impression. one of the people here would be in her life until she was married to another prince in another kingdom. first impressions were everything. "good morning!" she greeted all the ones she could see. someone would come to speak with her, they always did.
Princess~entrance hall~white gown, pink trim, pink gloves, shoes, bow~no interactions~no tags
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