The Kennedy Center, DC, Wednesday evening

[not_called_icky]

The portal left the two of them standing in front of a huge building next to a river, where the light from the facade reflected in the water. People were gathering in front of the entrance. Ichabod recognized the place from images he had seen on the internet, when Eleanor had helped him arrange tickets. She had told him this was a large concert

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[pasunereveuse]

Celia, who had agonized over what one wore to a concert in this time before finally modifying something she owned into something she hoped was appropriate, took the ticket and drew her wrap around her shoulders a little more securely. "You know, we're probably the only people here who potentially enjoyed these composers in their prime," she noted, glancing over at Ichabod with a smile.

She still kind of couldn't believe he'd set this up. After Rapture -- and with the weekend looming ahead -- she was more than happy to just forget about her worries and enjoy the evening. The fact that he'd anticipated that they'd both probably relish that opportunity was touching.

[not_called_icky]

"Let's not tell them and make them jealous," Ichabod replied cheerfully. He was in a good mood, and for obvious reasons. They had both needed something like this, Celia especially, and he was pleased to have managed to arrange it.

[pasunereveuse]

"It'd probably put a damper on things if we tried to convince everyone we're time-travelers, anyway," Celia agreed brightly. "Amusing though that might be."

[not_called_icky]

"I believe you are right," Ichabod agreed. Not even his nice 18th century clothes would be very useful in convincing others of this. "It will have to be our secret."

He wrapped an arm around Celia.