Natalie's Office, The Hegemony Compound, Brazil, Sunday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie had portaled out to Toronto to spend a week doing orientation at the university. Dorms (ugh), professors (okay), classes (fascinating), roommate (the less said, the better, probably). The works. And now the week was over, and she was back.

Of course, she thought it had been a week. Because it had. In Toronto. Not so much over here. She had

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[lockestheway]

Peter was paging through some files as he wandered past her office-- and immediately came to a stop.

"Aren't you supposed to be haunting the halls of an institution of higher education?"

[whenshewasnice]

Thank goodness it was him that was the first person she saw. With an intern or something, she might have had to try and think of some kind of a preface to this question.

"How long has it been since I left?"

[lockestheway]

Peter took a glance down at the browsing device he was holding. "...Four hours," he said. "Fandom?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Fandom," she agreed. "Or the multiverse, less specifically. Because I was in Toronto for a week. I know life there is a lot less fast-paced than here, but not by that much."