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Tarkan had always been an old soul. He could tap fairly well into what he liked and what he didn't, but it didn't meanhe wasn't willing to go through some lengths to please someone. That was how the Turkish prince ended in the military, after all. Or why he conceded to a union with the crown princess of Italy. Yet, none of these things meant he would be willing to lose himself during it. Tarkan had a great sense of who he was. Most importantly, he liked that person, so the idea that someone else might not feel similarly about themselves did not sit well with him. To help Noemi with such endeavors, the Turkish suggested starting out small. For the evening, he prepared a table full of cold cuts. There were five types of cheese, salami, toasts, and a plate of truffled carpaccio with parmesan and arugula that the prince had recently discovered he had a taste for. When she arrived, Tarkan promptly opened the door. Upon noticing the princess muttering something to herself, the Turkish offered her a smile. "I don't know what htis is about, but I agree with the statement," he mentioned as he stepped aside to let her in. "Please, come. I've asked the staff to help set up a table, and we can savor the wine," he guided her to it, pulling a chair out for her.

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Who: Noemi and Tarkan Where: Tarkan’s Room

Noemi was nervous. The girl couldn’t explain why, she’d known Tarkan for a while now and the two of them had always gotten along well but it could have been the fact that she was always so willing to change everything about herself to please others that made that possible. Now, the man was trying to help her figure out what she actually liked which…seemed scary. The princess knew he meant well, that he was trying to help her, but Emi had been just fine gliding through life as someone who pleased others. With the wine that was suggested in hand, the girl made her way to Tarkan’s room slowly, hands turning over the bottle absentmindedly as she tried to take her mind off of what was to come. But she couldn’t seem to do that. What if she disliked something that he loved? Would that upset him? It’s not like her disliking a bottle of wine would cause an international incident though so Noemi told herself to calm down, take a breath, and before she knew it her hand was gently knocking against Tarkan’s door without her even realizing that she was already there. Her surprise was clear when she heard the sound but she quickly wiped that emotion away and replaced it with a smile, butterflies starting up in her stomach. “It’s not that serious, Emi. It’s going to be fine…”

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Sophie watched the action with an arm crossed over her chest, her hand placed over the other one that held her plastic cup up. Kaleidoscopic eyes glanced from over the rim with an arched eyebrow. Perhaps you should let them trip. Darwin had already postulated his theory on the survival of the fittest. If these people couldn't avoid being injured by a mere hole on the ground, what made them apt leaders? Yet, the brunette knew better than to voice such thoughts. "I'm afraid I don't understand the reference, Mr.," she trailed off, only mildy scrunching up her nose at something she didn't know as she offered the man a chance to introduce himself. "You might want to ellucidate on how that happened," she spoke of the circumstances he had referred, not the crater he was attempting to cover up.

Who: August and Open Where: The Beach Bonfire

Someone had been digging around in the sand. The circular hole that was made left August staring down at it with a raised eyebrow for far longer than necessary. But he eventually started trying to fill the hole the best he could so that no royals would stumble across it as they didn’t need any injuries tonight. He was close to done, only about a quarter of the hole left, when he looked up and saw someone watching him. “Didn’t want anyone to trip.” He nodded, still kicking sand into the unfilled areas before he started to talk again. “You ever see that episode of that old cartoon, Bob’s Burgers? The one where Tina is trying to be a lifeguard and she ends up saving all those people that were running a marathon from the sand castle competition by filling all of those holes? I feel like I’m Tina right now.” He paused, momentarily still while he thought. “But I did fall into a hole once, it wasn’t pretty. And not very Tina like.”

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Vee watched the action unfold around her with a small amused smile on her lips. It wasn't often that she got to witness such thorough dressing down. With her drink near forgotten until the barmaid veered her attention in her direction, Vee blinked at its memory. "Oh," Vee leaned into the bar. "I might accept your offer if you're willing to offer me the same sweet treatment as the gentleman over there," the Czech canted her head in the other patron's direction with a guffaw. "It's hard to believe he isn't, in fact, a catch, right? What with the charm and grace of a neanderthal. He might as well club you in the head," the princess scoffed. "After all, it's every woman's dream to be tupped in an alley," she rolled her green eyes. Never mind the occasions when something of the sorts had almost happened to her.

Who: Ari + [OPEN] Where: The Liliac

“Putain du merde…” Ari whispered under her breath at the comment from one of the men sitting at the bar. He was clearly verging on time to be cut off if he really thought a line like that was going to get him anything. Still, he spent good money here regularly and if something like getting hit on was going to prompt her to get mad then this wasn’t a job she should have taken in the first place. “Mon Dieu, where have you been all my life? Such romantic offerings like, what was it? Bending me over the dumpster in the alley? Such artful poetic words, you could have any woman you wanted and yet you chose me.” She was leaning into the joke with a shake of her head and look enamor on her face, but her tone was laced heavily with sarcasm before she turned her attention to another patron. “And how about you? Want another one?” she asked, gesturing to the nearly empty glass in front of them. 

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She nodded. “Yeah, he did.” Nina answered, skeptical for a moment with all the questioning. “Oh yeah, he showed me around, took me to get a really good gelato…’ she listed off before she stopped. “Nina, and you have? Are you two…because if you are, then I just wanna say that we’re just friends.” she added quickly, having a feeling that she stepped on some toes a bit…

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Bee smiled. "I miss the gelatos back at home. Here they don't seem to taste the same. I can't pinpoint why," the blonde sighed wistfully at the words. As the other one explained herself, she quickly shook her head, her eyes widening in their orbits at the suggestion. "Dear God, no," she laughed at the idea. "We're more like siblings. It's not me you have to worry. My boyfriend is that tall handsome one over there," she wiggled her head towards where Sahir stood.

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Reidar watched, entranced, as she began to turn around, internally hoping her face would be as her body seemed to be. But then she was facing him and the smile instantly fell. With a deep breath he quickly glanced around, hoping maybe he’d picked the wrong person, maybe there was another woman in uniform that he was supposed to be looking for instead. No such luck though, and he’d known that before he’d approached. “Fucking fantastic,” he muttered before downing the nearly full glass in his hand. Pushing a cynical smile onto his lips he canted his head slightly before responding. “I can see you’ve moved on quite a bit in the last seven years,” he replied sarcastically. If Mona wanted a fight she could have one. “Not at all holding on to the past… and I came because you asked me to.”

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"Aw, what happened, Reidar? Disappointed?" She asked as a little mock pout formed on her mouth, her voice filled with sarcasm. Sipping her champagne, Mona brought her gaze up to him. "You weren't expecting me to be stuck on you forever, were you?" She had been determined to forget he'd ever been a part of her life, hiding all evidence of him and their failed marriage, although there were times when the memory still got the best out of her. Not that she would ever let him know that. She would prefer death. "You, however, have seen better days," Mona snickered, evaluating him. Perhaps that wasn't entirely true. However, she couldn't let him have the upper hand. Ever. "I think I would recall making such tragic mistake," her forehead wrinkled in thought, and her eyes narrowed somewhat. "No. I would definitely remember having talked to you."

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“A woman after my own heart,” Valdemar replied with a grin, finishing stripping into just his trunks. Taking a seat beside her he handed her and empty glass before offering to fill it from the bottle he held out. “You’re Italian, right?” 

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Paloma chuckled at the words. "Never trust someone who claims they don't like wine," she retorted, watching the prince discard his garments. As he slipped her a glass, she declared. "And you're a man who comes prepared. Were you already expecting company?" The Italian glanced at him through the corners of her eyes. "Yes, I'm Paloma, the spare," she introduced herself with a flair.

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Who: Ruby (aka Madam Zafira) and Ivan.

Where: On the streets of the island in Thailand, just outside Madam’s shop.

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When the movement in Madam Zafira's exoteric shop was low, Ruby would always stand outside in hopes of attracting someone. She would talk about tarot and palm reading, cleansing one's aura, about the goods she sold. And, on occasion, she would strike her luck, and the spirits would just talk to her as she stood outside. Ruby didn't need help from the other world to tell that the tall man passing by was a member of the royalty. He oozed that kind of authority. "Oh," she glanced at him, and her eyes narrowed in his direction ever so slightly. "I see a child in your future. An unexpected one," she announced as she stood right in front of him, her deep accent framing some of the words.

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Gloria FMK: Lea, Lorena, and Thomas?

"Do I want the pretty pretty blonde or the pretty pretty brunette...?"

Fuck: Lorena. I just feel like this would be a learning experience.

Murder: Thomas. No real reason there other than I like the other two best.

Kiss: Lea.

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Yulia FMK: Oba, Zehra, and Aksana?

Fuck: I'm going to go with Zehra.

Murder: Oba, although I must say this is something that has more to do with me than it has to do with him.

Kiss: Aksana.

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Henry FMK: Sarika, Einar, and Mackenzie?

"I am not terribly familiar with any, so..."

Fuck: Mackenzie.

Murder: I'm gonna go with Einar, but just because I don't go that way.

Kiss: Sarika.

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Lola FMK: Oskar K., Niamh, and Emma?

"Uhm... I'll have to think about it..."

Fuck: Niamh. I just think it could be... Wild, I don't know?!

Murder: I wouldn't consciously ever murder or wish to murder anybody. So I'm going to change this to a "miss" as in a miss out on, and this person is going to be Oskar K.

Kiss: Emma. She just has really compelling features...

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Mona FMK: Odette, Adela, and Ezekiel?

"Interesting ones... I don't know some of them..."

Fuck: Ezekiel. I could come up with pretty words to explain this, but he's very fuckable. And that's it.

Murder: I don't have problems with any of them, but seeing as I'm more inclined to kiss Adela, this would have to be Odette.

Kiss: Adela.

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Leif FMK: Vasara, Pim, and Esme?

"This is curious, to say the least. Let's see..."

Fuck: Esme. I think her expressive eyes must be quite the turn on when she cums.

Murder: I'll have to say Vasara, but merely because she's already married, and I don't want to cross a line.

Kiss: Pim. She has lips that seem to beg to be kissed.

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Dani FMK: August, Oskar J., and Katalin?

"Ooooh, this already appeals to me in certain ways..."

Fuck: I'm gonna say August. Just because it was already part of a certain discussion I was having, and I'm curious.

Murder: Nothing personal, but it's going to have to be Katalin. Why? Because I've already seen Oskar J, and, that makes me partial.

Kiss: Oskar J. Hey, whenever you're looking, I'm available!

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Piotr FMK: Meia, Eisa, and Adama?

"I probably haven't seen any of them around much, so this is going to be based on... Some wishful thinking, you could put it..."

Fuck: Meia. Don't ask why, I don't exactly know, but... Yeah.

Murder: I don't have strong arguments to murder any of them, but I'm going to toss a coin here. Heads is Eisa, tails is Adama. And the result is... Murder Eisa. Oh. Okay. Yeah.

Kiss: Adama. I can see her lips wrapped up around me. For sure.

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Zelda FMK: Kostya, Levent, and Cas?

"Well, this is awkward... I thought it had always been obsenely clear that I'm really gay..."

Fuck: None. Unless it's a group kind of thing and there are women involved. But I'm not touching any of their gross appendices.

Murder: At any moment, possibly any. I don't have strong attachements to any of them.

Kiss: Again: do I have to? And how drunk am I when it happens? In any case... Maybe Kostya. I feel like he might be more in touch with his feminine side than the rest of them. And it's the feminine I'm going for.

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As Klaus looked up, Solveig looked down. It wasn’t her usual style, shying away from a confrontation or not meeting someone’s eye. But she knew before she got to Klaus’ room that this wasn’t going to have some Hallmark ending. There wouldn’t be any deep teary confessionals, fireworks, or some kiss that would signify they lived happily ever after before fading to black. It wasn’t that kind of story, and something about the way he exhaled made Solveig feel like a six year old that was about to be scolded. 

She kept waiting, eyes cautiously on the floor, arms over her chest, even as he looked back to her. She wasn’t sure which direction he could go with this. Klaus was a hard man to pin down as far as reactions were concerned and while he always seemed to choose his words she couldn’t remember ever seeing him put this much thought into it. Part of her wished he’d started with yelling instead, been mean to her, done everything he could to make her hate him. Solveig knew hate, anger, she understood them. In this moment though, she felt more uncertain than she had at almost every other moment in her life, and it scared her. 

She was about ready to escort herself out when he moved to his desk and her attention returned to him, her eyes meeting his from where she stayed rooted across the room, though she turned to face him. She wanted to tell him not to tell her how she feels, but he was right. If for no other reason than that the man was married to the rebellion, more so than the rest of them and with good reason. She kept quite as he spoke though, lips parted slightly like she might have something to say but never really knowing what it should be. Images danced through her head at the mention of more carnal desires brought back memories. 

He may not love her, but at least he was attracted to her, and that was something, right? “Klaus,” the name was spoken softly as he placed her hand over his heart. It was the second time now they’d been in this position, and her heart still sped up at the intimacy of the touch. “I do not…” She had to stop, find the right words to say, but she wasn’t sure what they were. He’d picked quite the time to not be an asshole and the weight of what he was saying was starting to come down on her. “I did not think that you would,” she finally said. “But as you cannot simply decide to give it to me, I cannot decide to ungive it to you.” She hesitated a moment before pulling her hand from his chest, but weaving her fingers with his she brought his hand back with it. He eyes were large, and there was fear in them in part, though they were mostly filled with a deep sadness as she looked up at him. If felt like there was a hole in her chest and she wasn’t sure it would ever close up all the way, even with all the time in the world. Gently, she placed a kiss on his knuckles. “And if your bed is the only place I can be with you, then so be it.” 

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Klaus could have admonished Solveig, evoking the conversation the two had shared on their very first meeting on Russian soil, but even the callous German knew that, sometimes, developing feelings for someone else wasn't as black and while as someone could have wished it to be. And Solveig was more than just some random woman he'd tupped. She was a friend, even if their heated arguments sometimes attested otherwise. No. Klaus had already decided he would extricate himself from that situation like a man, and that required him to be as forthcoming with her as he could.

"I know," he whispered those words so softly that for a moment, even the guard wondered whether he'd said them aloud. "And for what might be worth it, even if I'm not happy with this turn of events, this is your truth. I wouldn't take it away from you," he sighed as if he was tired. The German might have tried to avoid the knowledge of it, but it was something altogether different. Then it became clear the woman had misunderstood Klaus's intentions, as she brushed her lips through his knuckles, willing to have whatever he might have been offering. Taken aback by the ludicrousness of the proposition, the German actually took a step back, physically distancing himself from the situation. He drew a deep breath inside before he focused on her again.

"Solveig," he punctuated her name with a few shakes of his head. "I can't believe this is what you would truly want from me," or for you, he completed but was smart enough not to voice that part, and he continued making negative gestures. "Were you another woman, or I a lesser man, maybe I wouldn't have qualms stringing you along and toying with your feelings," he lifted a hand and twirled a strand of her blonde hair in his finger to drive his point home. "And you and I might find it enjoyable for a while, but we'd probably circle back to this conversation at some later moment.

As is, I respect you far too much to do that, Solveig. And it's because I do that you know what we have to do, don't you?" Klaus gently prompted her in the direction of the choice he wanted her to make, because he knew her, and her stubbornness wouldn't allow her to see things the way he saw them if she didn't think she'd gotten to it herself. He had little doubt that even if she saw reason, she might still try to argue the idea that being friends with benefits was still a good course for them. It was Solveig, after all.

And if he had to, if he absolutely had to resort to it, he would remind her how much she enjoyed her precious control, and what it would mean to give it up to him. It was amazing to see how thin was the line between love and hate, after all.