Peter's Office, The Hegemony Compound, Saturday Morning

[lockestheway]

Another day, another increasingly unhinged - if PR-savvy - Virlomi vid to deal with. Peter had spent most of the night on the phone with worried Russians who didn't want to show that they were worried (or that they respected the office of the Hegemony) but still wanted to work out if Peter had some kind of angle on Virlomi to make her stopAnd

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[potentia_gloria]

It was as Lilith had suspected - she hadn't been flung so far into the past that her parents would still have been on the island. Oh, well. Nothing to do about it but sigh mildly, and dial a number.

Wake up, Peter. One of your potential futures is calling.

[lockestheway]

Peter's head jerked up immediately.

It was a testament to just how groggy he still was that when he answered the phone, it was with a sleepy, "Da?"

[potentia_gloria]

"Hello, is this the great and powerful Peter Wiggin?" Lilith inquired at that greeting (after a pause to dig the necessary vocabulary from her brain), in crisp though accented Russian. Because she could.

Look, her parents as teenagers were always amusing in their own special way.

[lockestheway]

"It is," Peter said, rubbing at his forehead (it had a slight indentation where the keyboard had pressed into it). He switched to English right after, though. "And you're not a native Russian speaker. Or a native Russian."

The voice sounded familiar, though.