Peter's Office, The Hegemony Compound, Saturday Morning
Another day, another increasingly unhinged - if PR-savvy - Virlomi vid to deal with. Peter had spent most of the night on the phone with worried Russians who didn't want to show that they were worried (or that they respected the office of the Hegemony) but still wanted to work out if Peter had some kind of angle on Virlomi to make her stop.
And preferably Han Tzu and Alai right along with her.
So of course Peter had fallen asleep on his desk. He'd just wanted to rest his eyes a bit. And the desk was quite comfortable, if you were into sleeping on solid wooden surfaces with half your forehead pressed against a digital keyboard.
The keysmash that had formed on his screen was pretty epic.
[[ expecting one, but open. ]]
And preferably Han Tzu and Alai right along with her.
So of course Peter had fallen asleep on his desk. He'd just wanted to rest his eyes a bit. And the desk was quite comfortable, if you were into sleeping on solid wooden surfaces with half your forehead pressed against a digital keyboard.
The keysmash that had formed on his screen was pretty epic.
[[ expecting one, but open. ]]