Foreign, Indeed!
Who: Relena, Heero (closed)
When: Todaaay
Where: Olympus Deck sum'eres
What: Lost politicianthing is lost?
Warnings: Shouldn't be.
A frown marred the vice minister's face as she regarded her present surroundings. She had just been on a shuttle to one of the colonies where she was supposed to be attending a conference when things either veered off course or someone laced her tea, again. The latter possibility was less than appealing; after all, the last time that had happened she'd ended up a political hostage and seen a twelve year old girl shot and subsequently paralyzed. To say the memory was unpleasant was the least one could say. She might have strayed into wondering how Lady Une and Mariemaia were doing if the situation wasn't so particularly peculiar. She'd never heard of the name of the ship she was one (strange in and of itself) and she wasn't sure how answering a summons to a colonial conference turned into boarding it.
Adjusting her suit blazer and shifting her weight subtly while she pulled a ribbon from her pocket to tie her hair back, Vice Foreign Minster Darlian considered her situation in greater detail. Somehow, her summons ended up being for this ship rather than a colony, but whatever any conference (if there even was one) doubtfully had much to do with peace talks or relations. This was a luxury vessel, from the looks of it and even the name. Thus summons might have been invitation, but to what? She wasn't needed her, without doubt, and she couldn't simply go missing! There had been an uproar every time that managed to happen.
At least she didn't carry such a title as "queen", anymore. That would have caused even more unnecessary panic.
There's an explanation, of course, she thought, frowning a bit at her surroundings before deciding that it wasn't going to do her much good. Relena composed herself, hands folding in front of her lap, and inhaled deeply only to release it in a manner to calm herself. Now to find it.
When: Todaaay
Where: Olympus Deck sum'eres
What: Lost politicianthing is lost?
Warnings: Shouldn't be.
A frown marred the vice minister's face as she regarded her present surroundings. She had just been on a shuttle to one of the colonies where she was supposed to be attending a conference when things either veered off course or someone laced her tea, again. The latter possibility was less than appealing; after all, the last time that had happened she'd ended up a political hostage and seen a twelve year old girl shot and subsequently paralyzed. To say the memory was unpleasant was the least one could say. She might have strayed into wondering how Lady Une and Mariemaia were doing if the situation wasn't so particularly peculiar. She'd never heard of the name of the ship she was one (strange in and of itself) and she wasn't sure how answering a summons to a colonial conference turned into boarding it.
Adjusting her suit blazer and shifting her weight subtly while she pulled a ribbon from her pocket to tie her hair back, Vice Foreign Minster Darlian considered her situation in greater detail. Somehow, her summons ended up being for this ship rather than a colony, but whatever any conference (if there even was one) doubtfully had much to do with peace talks or relations. This was a luxury vessel, from the looks of it and even the name. Thus summons might have been invitation, but to what? She wasn't needed her, without doubt, and she couldn't simply go missing! There had been an uproar every time that managed to happen.
At least she didn't carry such a title as "queen", anymore. That would have caused even more unnecessary panic.
There's an explanation, of course, she thought, frowning a bit at her surroundings before deciding that it wasn't going to do her much good. Relena composed herself, hands folding in front of her lap, and inhaled deeply only to release it in a manner to calm herself. Now to find it.