After completing the form, you relax against the couch. That was harmless enough, all things considered. $!{roommate_name} said that ${roommate_he_she} got ${roommate_his_her} results back in a matter of hours, so you assumed that your email would likely take the same amount of time to get to you.

You wondered just who the website would set you up with. 
*if (royal_looks = "old")
    *goto_scene postprofileoldroyal
    
Though you were less than thrilled that you filled out the profile, a tiny bit of you was at least slightly curious about who they would match you up with. Somebody clear across the country? Somebody right down the street? 

Hell, maybe a royal?

Though various City and Town Heads are in charge of day to day operations from city to city and town to town, the King can step in at any time and overrule their decision. He doesn't step in as much as his father did before him, but every once in a while, King Frederick will remind the country just who is in charge. 

For most people, you'd be dead to cross the Royal Family, but many political groups across Odessa liked flirting with danger whenever they could. 

Nevertheless, a large majority of the country was fine with the City and Town Head structure and having a Royal Family in power.
*page_break

*if (background = "guard")
    King Frederick and Queen Ramona only had two children and you never really spent too much time around either one of them, despite being stationed inside of the Odessan Palace.
    
    You were curious how they all looked now that you've been out of the Odessan Royal Guard for a while. 
    *page_break
    *goto postprofiledesc
    
As far as you could remember, King Frederick and Queen Ramona had only two children. Both miracle children as she wasn’t even supposed to be able to have any.

$!{roommate_name} was more of a follower of the family than you were, but seeing as you didn’t have anything else to do at the moment, you decide to look them up. A quick online search finds a picture of the Royal Family, all smiles save the king, who always seemed to have the same troubled look in his dark eyes in every photo he has ever taken.

*label postprofiledesc
King Frederick is wearing a suit coat the color of midnight, embroidered with gold around the collar of his suit jacket. He’s wearing a white button down shirt with ruffles underneath the jacket and a pin of Odessa’s flag on his lapel.

At his side stands Queen Ramona, with only slight wrinkles seen on her face, despite her age. She’s a bit younger than the king, which was scandalous at the time of their marriage. Her time as queen quelled many of the naysayers that believed she would be too young to rule. 

Her manicured hand rests in the crook of her husband’s arm, while the other holds on to her scepter. Queen Ramona’s hair is just as vibrant as it was in her youth. The dress she wears brings out the gold in her husband’s jacket.

It’s long sleeved, the sleeves made of a sheer material with lace at the wrists. Around her neck she wears a necklace made of the most expensive jewels that can be found in Odessa. Both the king and queen wear their crowns with practiced ease.

*page_break

Sitting in chairs in front of the King and Queen are their children. One appears to be female and shares many traits with her mother, sans the dark eyes inherited from her father. Her bright red hair is curled and flirts with the tops of her shoulders.

A quick scan of the biography underneath confirms her gender as a woman and gives her a name, Mozelle Wyman. She’s the youngest of the Queen's two children and is second in line and for the throne after her sibling, according to the website.

Now you look to the heir to the Odessa throne.
*page_break
*if (player_interested_in = "men")
    Augustus has strawberry blond hair that isn’t extremely long, but long enough that he can fashion it into a bun, which he tends to do quite often. Augustus has his father’s dark eyes.
    
    His cheekbones are on the higher side, though not nearly as high as his mother’s. He’s taller than most and is the second tallest in the family besides his father.

    After glancing at the royal portrait for a few more moments, you decide to click out of the website before your roommate woke up and decided to recite the whole lineage again to you from memory. 
    
    You retire to your room, only realizing that the sun had set when you nearly tripped over a pair of shoes inside of your room, due to how dark it was inside. Your sometimes comfortable, sometimes annoying office job awaited you in the morning and maybe even the results from the dating website. 

    You go through your usual bedtime routine, pausing only briefly to eat something that wouldn't completely fill you up, but would keep the hunger at bay until morning.

    Soon enough, your head hits the pillow and your eyes slide closed with little resistance. Thoughts of royals and dating soon became nothing more than distant memories as you drifted off to sleep, knowing that regardless if you get that email with the matches or not, you were likely to have a pretty mundane day tomorrow. 

    Of course, it’s always the days that seem the most mundane that end up not being mundane.
    *page_break
    *goto_scene chapter1_theinterns

*if (player_interested_in = "women")
    Augusta has strawberry blonde hair that she loves to fashion into a bun. On the rare occasion that her hair isn’t in a bun, it reaches just below the tops of her shoulders. Augusta has her father’s eyes and mother's cheekbones. 
    
    She’s on the tall side, but can still comfortably look at most people without straining her neck.

    After glancing at the royal portrait for a few more moments, you decide to click out of the website before your roommate woke up and decided to recite the whole lineage again to you from memory. 

    You retire to your room, only realizing that the sun had set when you nearly tripped over a pair of shoes inside of your room, due to how dark it was inside. Your sometimes comfortable, sometimes annoying office job awaited you in the morning and maybe even the results from the dating website. 

    You go through your usual bedtime routine, pausing only briefly to eat something that wouldn't completely fill you up, but would keep the hunger at bay until morning.

    Soon enough, your head hits the pillow and your eyes slide closed with little resistance. Thoughts of royals and dating soon became nothing more than distant memories as you drifted off to sleep, knowing that regardless if you get that email with the matches or not, you were likely to have a pretty mundane day tomorrow. 

    Of course, it’s always the days that seem the most mundane that end up not being mundane.
    *page_break
    *goto_scene chapter1_theinterns 

*if (player_interested_in = "non-binary individuals")
    Auren’s strawberry blond hair tends to be as low as possible. They alternate between a low bun and a high ponytail, though they usually keep their hair down if they’re feeling particularly lazy. 
    
    With their father’s eyes and mother's cheekbones, Auren fits in with their mother’s side of the family and region they all come from. They’re tall, but not uncomfortably so. 

    After glancing at the royal portrait for a few more moments, you decide to click out of the website before your roommate woke up and decided to recite the whole lineage again to you from memory. 

    You retire to your room, only realizing that the sun had set when you nearly tripped over a pair of shoes inside of your room, due to how dark it was inside. Your sometimes comfortable, sometimes annoying office job awaited you in the morning and maybe even the results from the dating website. 

    You go through your usual bedtime routine, pausing only briefly to eat something that wouldn't completely fill you up, but would keep the hunger at bay until morning.

    Soon enough, your head hits the pillow and your eyes slide closed with little resistance. Thoughts of royals and dating soon became nothing more than distant memories as you drifted off to sleep, knowing that regardless if you get that email with the matches or not, you were likely to have a pretty mundane day tomorrow. 

    Of course, it’s always the days that seem the most mundane that end up not being mundane.

    *page_break
    *goto_scene chapter1_theinterns