A Well-Guarded Apartment in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti, Friday
After several weeks in Haiti, Peter had grown tanned and both more harried and more confident-looking. Not only that, but his hair was starting to grow out, and he was, for the very first time, trying to grow out something of a beard, or at least facial hair.
This might not actually end well. Peter didn't care, though: he'd go for anything that might make him come off as more mature. Stuck as he was between the moment the novelty of him being Locke wore off, and the moment his suggestions would actually begin to pay off, he needed every edge he could get.
Which was why now, coming off another meeting with several members of parliament, he was starting up his desk and drafting up an email.
Natalie--
You're cleared to visit next week, should you wish to. All joking aside, I could really use a translator I can rely on.
Peter.
[[ though the post is open to emails and phone calls from all ]]
This might not actually end well. Peter didn't care, though: he'd go for anything that might make him come off as more mature. Stuck as he was between the moment the novelty of him being Locke wore off, and the moment his suggestions would actually begin to pay off, he needed every edge he could get.
Which was why now, coming off another meeting with several members of parliament, he was starting up his desk and drafting up an email.
Natalie--
You're cleared to visit next week, should you wish to. All joking aside, I could really use a translator I can rely on.
Peter.
[[ though the post is open to emails and phone calls from all ]]