Antananarivo, Madagascar, Peter's Universe, Wednesday

[whenshewasnice]

It was kind of amazing how easy Natalie found stepping into different roles to be, lately. Because that was what this was. The role of Peter Wiggin's representative at this particular event was being played by one Natalie V. Adams, and she was playing it well. She'd done her homework. She knew where the country currently stood, so she could converse easily enough with the diplomat she'd come here to meet, and knew what things to mention in a complimentary fashion. And she looked the part, too. Heels and the works. Almost two decades' worth of watching her mother were finally paying off. She knew how to pull off looking feminine while remaining respectable. Even made an effort with her makeup. Nothing flashy, and with no real attempt to look older than she was. She was older than Peter, and she'd own her age. Her quiet confidence did the rest to make her not look out of place.

Everything was going well.

But right now she'd still excused herself for a moment, to get herself outside the compound for a quick breath. And maybe to take just a minute to feel like a nerdy high school student who'd woken up in a bouncy castle this morning.

She wasn't going to dwell on how absurd that was.

[ooc: NFB. For a guy! No, not one of the usual ones.]