SEOUL ♔ NOW THE SUN IS UP AND I'M GOING BLIND

[hacker]

delilah - florence + the machine

WHO || Anastasia, Jeanne, Doyle, Skye, Ward, Abbie
WHAT || The Knights are assigned to protect South Korea's President-Elect from assassination attempts.
WHERE || Seoul, South Korea
WHEN || End of April, 2016
HOW || Actionspam

Four days after the briefing, President Kim sends a plane for the team of Knights dispatched by Wynn, and their flight to Seoul—what could have been a grueling 12-hour affair—is spent in the most comfort that can be afforded by a highly regarded politician. The seats are roomy, the staff is attentive, and no one shouts at them to return to their seats.

They're put up in a hotel near the Blue House, the seat of the executive powers of South Korea, where the President-Elect has asked to meet them to go over the security plans for the inauguration.

Comments

PLANE AND HOTEL THREADS

[hacker]

[ If you want to socialize with your teammates. Get cozy—we'll be here a while. ]

jeanne | open

[arretez]

[ jeanne spends her time on the plane reading (the bible and the little paris bookshop) in their french translations and idly painting her nails with a lovely pinkish lilac color that smells more like flowers than toxic nail polish. she's more than happy to speak to people, offering friendly smiles and greetings as people pass.

once nestled into the hotel, jeanne reads some more or busies herself making a french style fettuccine that everyone is welcome to eat. briefly she's excuse herself into one of the rooms where she can be heard face timing with her cute elven husband in rapid fire french. so adorable. it's precious. ]

[silvermaid]

[ when she comes back, ana will come to sit by her ] How is your husband?

[arretez]

Francis is well. He loves touring, I only wish I appreciated his music enough to join him. [ but lmao no, sorry, saint-germain. jeanne doesn't like that avicii shit. ] But it does give me time and reason to return to my roots. [ the cause, tbh. fighting for the cause. ]

[leftenants]

[Abbie is in the process of eating when Jeanne returns from stepping out, and she pauses to offer a careful half-smile.]

Gotta love modern technology, letting us keep in touch no matter where we are.

[It almost makes her think she ought to call Hawley, although she's not quite sure they're at face-time level yet.]

[arretez]

Indeed. [ her smile is warm, hugging her tablet gently to her chest. there's a lot about jeanne that contradicts her youthful appearance, but not the way she turns into a teenager when it comes to her husband. sure she can snark and make fun of his music, but there's a reason they've been together for upwards of two hundred years. ]

Francis and I have had plenty to time to become acquainted with being apart, but you will not find me longing for the times of letters taking weeks to traverse the countries.

[hacker]

Oh my god you made food.

[ Skye hurries to the kitchenette of the hotel room when she smells the promise of pasta, leaning against the wall. ]

Real food. You're a lifesaver. If I eat another cheeto I'm gonna die.

[arretez]

Luckily, Anastacia is here to revive you had you expired. [ she smiles softly over her shoulder, nodding slightly toward the small table as if inviting skye to sit. ]

skye | open

[hacker]

[ On the plane, Skye sets up a program that will search deep web for further information and then cross-reference trends and threat levels of the President-Elect's security team members as soon as she has the names. This keeps her out of her seatbelt, legs pulled up and folded in front of her in the width of the chair, poring over her laptop with an increasing pile of Mountain Dew cans and hot Cheeto's. ]

[betrayed]

[She's going to end up with a heart murmur with all that caffeine. He's not going to tell her that, but it still can't be healthy. He keeps an eye on her. Sometimes it's subtle, but other times he just is trying to get her to look at him. She is too focused on her work, or too focused on not looking at him, so eventually he simply rises up out of his seat and moves to occupy the one directly across from her.]

Need a break? [He offers to help, without actually suggesting that he actually help her.]

[leftenants]

[Abbie settles in next to her at some point during her search, her own bag of hot Cheetos in hand. They're addictive, okay?]

Find anything good yet?

[It would have been difficult not to notice that Skye's been hard at work for quite some time.]

Doyle || Open

[scorekeeper]

[ On the plane Doyle's sitting playing solitaire. Though he is listening to others talk near by but he says nothing, just flipping the cards and moving them to kill time on the flight.]

[leftenants]

[Abbie glances over at him from two seats down, looking up from her reading. He's been playing awhile, she's noticed, and she offers a friendly half-smile.]

How many times you won so far?

BLUE HOUSE | single thread, no tag order

[hacker]

[ A car comes by to get them in the morning after their flight at 8 AM sharp, black with darkly tinted windows and missing the pomp and circumstance that the U.S. president might have in the form of waving flags to indicate it as a presidential car. ]

Smart woman. She's not advertising. [ Skye makes her commentary through a grueling unpleasantness derived from lack of sleep and dissatisfaction with the morning in general, hair plaited into a braid over her shoulder as she stands at the front of the hotel to climb in with the others. ] I told you we should have stayed with Gus' mom. She wouldn't wake us up at 7 in the morning.

[leftenants]

Could've been worse. Could've been six.

[Abbie will take seven, though she wishes she'd slotted in a little more time for a second cup of coffee before they had to head out-- just to ensure she's on top of her game]

Do have to appreciate that she's taking the understated route. That can go a long way.

[Makes their job just a tiny bit easier, too.]

[silvermaid]

[ lmao so anastacia might have accidentally overslept, and in her rush to put herself together rapidly, missed all cups of coffee whatsoever and barely had time to assemble a matching outfit. she's tied her hair back, and strands hang loosely around her face where she missed them, but thanks to her double-aasimar heritage, she still makes it look unfairly attractive.

she suppresses a yawn behind her hand, and then looks chagrined when the others see. ] ... Sorry. I'm not always accustomed to these, um, time changes.

SKYE, WARD

[hacker]

[ Skye whips out of the room in enough of a hurry to give the impression that she wouldn't have any regrets about leaving Ward behind, the backpack with her laptop in it slung over her shoulder. The security officers just outside the door answer her request for directions to the office, pointing her around the corner and further into the office area of the Blue House, and Skye heads that way as Ward comes out behind her. ]

[betrayed]

[The speed at which she removes herself from his company doesn't go unnoticed. He still follows her, keeping up (maybe a few steps behind her quicker stride).]

Not your ideal working arrangement, I take it? [He looks over the terminals and spots the security camera monitors (spot 18) and nods as he folds his arms across his chest.]

I can review old footage if you want to set up your scans first.

[hacker]

Do what you want.

[ Said in the grousing, teenage tone of "this doesn't have to involve us talking to each other, Mom." She finds a seat at one of the tables, pulls out her laptop, and invites herself to plug in via hardline to one of the computers on the server. Moody and uncooperative, thy name is Skye. ]

ANA, ABBIE

[hacker]

[ Ana and Abbie can pick a location they want to hit up first to talk to people—e.g., kitchens, reception, gardens, offices, or anything else you can imagine would be in the South Korean White House. ]

[silvermaid]

What do you think? Perhaps we can go grab a snack and see if any of the kitchen staff wants to chat? They often overhear quite a bit.

[leftenants]

Perfect.

[Abbie sets herself in motion immediately, trusting Ana to fall into step with her.]

Casual enough that they probably won't suspect that we're actively digging for info, and people in their position see just about everything that goes on. If there's ever a case where the victim has a household staff of any kind, they're always among the first people we turn to while investigating.

OVERNIGHT IN THE BLUE HOUSE | single thread, no tag order

[hacker]

So how does this work. We, like, draw straws?

[ No one had slept well the night before. Jet lag all over the place. And while some of them managed to look composed despite it, Skye wasn't feeling convinced.

But they stood outside the bedroom of the President-Elect while she got ready for bed, in a circle. Each had decided to stay the night there, but they hadn't worked out shifts yet to watch over her as opposed to sleeping. ]

[arretez]

There's six of us, we can take two person shifts, three hours each. That way we'll all get at least six hours. [ assuming the pres needs nine hours of sleep. that's doubtful, considering the hours of politics, but the last shift will simply be a shorter one than the others. ] I'm happy to take the first shift, if anyone is feeling particularly tired.

[leftenants]

I don't mind helping with first watch. Never sleep too deeply in a new place, anyway. Won't make much of a difference for me.

[Might save them having to bicker over who gets to crash first, too.]