Peter's Office, the Hegemony Compound, Ribeirao Preto/Blackstream, Sunday
Well, after that whole fit of whatever with Envy yesterday, Peter wasn't sure what to think - and he was halfway certain he'd lost her already. Or would, in the not so distant future. So of course he was doing the sane thing-- throwing himself into his work, instead of thinking about the small pit that was starting to form in his stomach.
About halfway into the day, he realized he'd forgotten to do something he'd been planning to for a long while. He didn't know why Valentine was suddenly so sharply at the forefront of his mind, after he'd put her aside for so long, and yet. He couldn't help thinking that maybe, there was some stuff she'd like to know. She was the budding historian, right? And she had to be bored silly, stuck on a ship with no one but Ender and a bunch of no-names for company.
He spent the rest of the day - well, the moments in-between actual work - compiling a vast data package of recent events. It kept him preoccupied, at least.
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About halfway into the day, he realized he'd forgotten to do something he'd been planning to for a long while. He didn't know why Valentine was suddenly so sharply at the forefront of his mind, after he'd put her aside for so long, and yet. He couldn't help thinking that maybe, there was some stuff she'd like to know. She was the budding historian, right? And she had to be bored silly, stuck on a ship with no one but Ender and a bunch of no-names for company.
He spent the rest of the day - well, the moments in-between actual work - compiling a vast data package of recent events. It kept him preoccupied, at least.
[[ mostly establishy, but can be open ]]