with the lights out it's less dangerous

[epyonrose]

It’s nights like these that Treize perversely thinks of Im Westen nichts Neues. He watches the screen before him, clicking lifelessly through display after display of data. It’s the same, all the same, and it will be for some time. In two weeks, there will be a strike on the L2 colony, but it will be settled quietly and with minimal violence.

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[mareprocellarum]

Pela has never read All Quiet on the Western Front, but maybe she will one day. Either way, when she receives her invitation, she has to make her pinpoint read the text out loud to her - she barely uses the thing, it takes some effort, and her English reading is still far from perfect - but once she gets it, she's pleased. Since tonight isn't casino night, her time is free, James is doing something - probably recon - and after leaving a message and finding something to wear (today it's white again, short shirtdress, with cap sleeves, and buttons all up the front), she follows the coordinates to her destination.

She has no idea what to expect of this place, but that is probably half the fun, she tells herself.

[epyonrose]

Treize has sent her to the foyer of his personal chateau, tucked away on the quite side of his estate. (He calls it 'the office'.) He's there when she arrives, wearing a black coat over a dark blue vest and a pale blue dress shirt (with, yes, a cravat - it's how people roll here).

He was watching lights in the distance - changing of the guard - at the window when she appears, and so now he turns, smiling.

"Lady Pelagia," he greets. "Welcome to Luxembourg."

[mareprocellarum]

"Hello. I think we went over the use of titles," she smiles, and goes to Treize once she's glanced around initially. There seems to be so much of this place, so many details to absorb and so much everything - but then, she's used to sprawling places, the ocean has so much room in it. The starfish-shaped city she's from is no different.

"Thank you for the invitation. I think you saved Cancun from me roaming its streets for a while."

[epyonrose]

He greets her by taking her hands and kissing her cheek, an old European sort of thing that hardly anyone bothers with anymore. Why not?

"Of course, forgive me," he says. "And you're very welcome. And if I've saved Cancun, you've certainly saved me, but only from my own idle thoughts." Men like Treize being bored: terrifying.

"I thought I might show you the grounds before we go out."