Port-Au-Prince, Haiti, Peter's Time, Saturday

[lockestheway]

"Welcome to the Haitian seat of government," Peter said merrily as they went up the steps, flanked on each side by a bodyguard. "It was built in 2100 - so it's an old beast. Practically a monument these days. You've got to give the architects credit, though - they love their straight lines

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[whenshewasnice]

As usual, Natalie was casting idle glances around with an interest that looked milder than it actually was. Even with how well enough she'd gotten acclimated - translating had been a good thing to focus on - it would have taken a lot not to take an interest.

This was not an everyday thing for her in any shape or form.

"Well, it does make for a pretty orderly impression," she remarked, idly. "Smart, image-wise, I guess."

[lockestheway]

"The hallmark of strong governments over the ages," Peter agreed. "Though often also the hallmark of the eras in which they fall-- not that I'm banking on a major uprising here any time soon."

[whenshewasnice]

"The opposite would be preferable," Natalie drawled, her wandering gaze picking up details to commit to memory. Taking pictures would have been... unprofessional. For a start. "At least while I'm around."

Was that the vaguest kind of a joke? Maybe.

[lockestheway]

"The Haitians are proud of their country," Peter said, shooting her an amused look in response. "They don't remember colonial times as sharply as they do in your time, but they've got centuries of independence and conquered hardship to be proud of."

He began to stroll up the stairs.