20/20 Vision

“It’s ok… though I realized something…” He frowned as he tried to find the words. It wasn’t that he was heartbroken, but he was frustrated about the whole situation. “I think one of my exes is dating the American… and I’m just worried about her. I might be going crazy, but something just doesn’t seem right with him. Do you know anything about it, Hyung?” He asked. Hansol hadn’t dated Grazi for very long and admittedly, he hadn’t been as attentive as he should have been, but the anger she had towards him was a bit much. It wasn’t nearly as bad as her feelings for her other exes though. “I’m not sure if I want anything smoked at the moment… The stew should be fine.” 

Yo-Han had invited out the younger man out for lunch in the city, just for a relaxed change of scenery to contrast the forced change of scenery they had all just went through. “How do you like it here so far, Hansol-ah? At least there’s more to see and explore here in Oslo than there was on the island, right?” Keeping a positive frame of mind was essential not only for Hansol to keep hope, but for Yo-Han to also keep his sanity. “By the way, I recommend the mutton stew --- it’s the national dish here. Or maybe try the smoked salmon; fish is a Norwegian specialty.” Establishing a sense of normalcy was also key.

“ the nordic summer isn’t all that bad, i personally don’t mind not sweating to death,” gaia mused as she strolled down the pier. “ and apparently oslo is a summer city. a silver lining, don’t you think ? ” she looked out to the sea and pursed her lips. “ but i wouldn’t call this weather summer. ”

His father would leave him to die before ever stepping down from his seat of power. Hansol stared down, his expression grim and his eyes were puffy from crying quietly through the night. Even in his sleep, he didn’t get much rest. The young man looked over at the man that he respected and hoped for an answer. Maybe the UN could do something about it. “Please tell me that you have an answer for this mess… We’re going to die.” He whispered as he tried to scoot closer to him. @yohan-park

“ if you had to make a well educated guess, ” francisco started but stopped abruptly when he saw movement in the corner of his eye. he was not willing to take any risks and draw any attention to himself. “ how long do you think it will take before we are saved ? ” he continued, this time even in a more quiet voice.

[ GROUP 6: @rhiannonofwales, @mimidbg, @nataliademarquis, @yohan-park, @maseconaway ]

Having been told discreetly that she was to not attend the bar, nor was she to call upon the island’s staff to fetch her anything with an alcoholic percentage, Bianca was at loss at what to do. The duchess had toyed with the idea of roaming the island but found her furs and designer heels weren’t suited to the sand rugged terrain of the secluded location. The library had been no fun and most of the other occupants were too wrapped upon political events to pay the brunette any mind. In the end, Bianca found herself in the games room, one dominated by a large antique looking pool table. 

It was a long time before Bianca picked up one of the neatly displayed cues and set up the balls. Chalking the tip, the brunette narrowed her eyes and slowly paces, eyeing her angles. In the end, she settled to the bottom corner, bending to line her shot. With quick precision, she struck at the collective balls, smirking in satisfaction when she potted two. Rising, she didn’t look over her shoulder to the other person who hovered at the door way. “You going to just stand there enjoying the view or are you going to play?”

With Milena being an only child, she wasn’t used to being regarded as just another princess. She’d never been surrounded by so many people that weren’t going to depart at the end of the night, or at least leave at some point. It was odd, but something she supposed she’d have to get used to. “Do you ever feel claustrophobic in this place? Because I sure as hell do,” she asked her company.

For all the atrocities Yo-Han had witnessed in his tenure as a UN officer, none of it had prepared him for what he had seen on the news. Bombs gone off in South Korea. Targeting the air base was fair game, Yo-Han gave the North Koreans that, but there were no grounds to target the civilians that were at the airport --- for all he knew his wife could’ve been there. He needed to make sure they were safe. “Is Soo-Kyeom okay?! What about Henry?!” were the questions he blurted out as he bursted into the princess’ quarters. Perhaps it could be considered weird that he was asking the princess where his wife was, but then again, the princess also happened to be his wife’s girlfriend. And it was sad to say that perhaps the princess knew about the whereabouts about his wife and brother-in-law moreso than he did. “...How did this all happen?”

Ilija had spent most of his day locked up in his room with a couple of books that his father had sent him.  Once his eyes had started crossing and his stomach was growling too intensely for him to ignore, he figured it was time to venture out and find food and a way to burn some time and be social for a little while.  Finally, he found some food and then began his search for a table to sit down at.  “Is this seat taken?” he asked.

“I don’t know too much about those slogans, but it isn’t a good day when people wake up in the morning and read things that only serve to depress them. What ever happened to news about saving kittens or how much good someone did for another?” Hansol knew that there were much more pressing matters, but he did hope that the world would come to peace and that people would stop fighting. What was the use of fighting? Everyone seemed to be fighting over ridiculous reasons. If they truly cared about their people, they wouldn’t be volunteering them against their will to their deaths. “You don’t need to promise me anything. I just want things to get better. Let’s put our efforts on fixing the problems that we can… And I would like that. I’m not a very good cook, you know. I think I can only put together a good salad.”

“I haven’t been home in so long. I’ve only heard things about it on the news.” Hansol frowned, remembering the stock footage on the television. With how controlling the media could be on both sides of the battle, he doubted that they were showing the actual bombing. Regardless, he knew that if the aim was future recovery, his people had a long road ahead of them. He frowned. “She wasn’t always like that, I swear. She was quite sweet. So was her father.” He wondered if the grief had broken her. Hansol knew that the two were close before. “What will you do, Hyung?” He asked softly. “I’ve been staying out of trouble. No one’s been bothering me too much… It’s good since I’m quiet.” He smiled, trying to shake the frown off of his face. “It’s not too bad.”

His first question would have been why someone would have been sent from his home to here, but he knew the answer and wasting any breath on it was unnecessary. “I don’t even know who it would be…” He said quietly. So far the only Korean he had interacted with was the Princess and she seemed to want nothing to do with him. “Also, I’m pretty sure I blew it with the Princess. I don’t think she likes me anymore.” He sighed before looking over at Yo-Han. They both seemed to be having a rough time today.

“Hansol-ah, over here.” Yo-Han had dragged the younger man out of the hallway and into a smaller corridor. “I just got a call from the secretariat. Apparently there’s someone from you-know-where who just arrived.” He sighed as he leaned back against the wall, thinking of what to do about it. “I’m sorry. I’m the one that insisted you come to this island, and I fear that might’ve done you more harm than good. But promise me you’ll stay away from that man. We can’t have you dying before a peaceful reunification has happened.” Yo-Han’s reputation depended on it.

Shahir wasn’t trying to impress Yo-Han or anyone for the matter. If anything, he was just trying to keep up with his own cravings and whims, but he knew how this man could get. The other guy was probably looking for things to critique him on or better yet, looking for ways to be a party pooper. He rocked on the balls of his feet while he waited as patiently as he could. In the moments that passed, he wondered if he could find a piece of paper and create an aeroplane to play with while Yo-Han was silent. Then he wondered if being a king like his father was this boring. “Mm…” He hummed. “I don’t know.” Shahir chuckled at Yo-Han and started to walk around again. “It’ll happen when I feel like it. Probably when the winds are right and the stars align or my favourite sign, when I get some divine intervention.” He said to be purposefully difficult. War wasn’t supposed to be easy and as far as Shahir knew, Yo-Han represented an organization that was supposed to piece together these types of actions with other nations’ actions. He wasn’t going to do the man’s job for him and in a way, this would probably push the man into gear, into something normal again. 

Even though there were probably people to put her things away for her, Reagan still put her things away neatly. Most of the time her OCD kicked in and she preferred things done a certain way. That was one thing her parents teased her about. After placing things where they needed to be, she made her way out of her room and began to explore the island. She had been told it was a beautiful place and it was. Infact, the smell of the ocean was pleasant to her. First place she wanted to go to though was the library. She needed a few novels to read before bedtime.

 "Excuse me. Do you mind telling me where the library is?“ She asked, gently tapping the person on the back of the shoulder.