Damascus, the Caliph's Estate [April 28th in the Enderverse]

Since it was Karla's birthday today (Ben had given himself a headache trying to figure out the conversion of this timeline to the one back in Fandom and had finally just assumed that the island wasn't going that quickly, if only because if he'd never forgive himself if he missed Jaina and Aravis's graduation), he'd wandered down to the kitchens to pick up treats--pastries drenched in honey, dates, tea strong enough to rival what Aravis made for him--and head back up to their rooms.

For today's gift, he was making a special effort not to bitch too much about their situation. Karla already knew how frustrated he was.

[OOC: For the girl with him!]

Damascus, the Caliph's Estate [May 15th in the Enderverse]

Peter's email had fallen snugly into one of Bean's inboxes that morning. He'd sat there and looked it over for the shortest while, and now his fingers were typing furiously on the reply. It had been a frustrating few weeks, full of correcting plans and getting mind-boggling corrections back on his own plans.

The strangest thing hadn't been that, though. The strangest thing was that said corrections had come in the shape of idle remarks, dropped by Alai, idle remarks he knew didn't sound like him. He was starting to suspect there was someone else involved.

But now? Now, he had other concerns. He sent off the email to Peter, and closed his laptop. Here was to hoping Virlomi didn't do anything rash with her people in India.

( In which Ben and Bean still don't kill each other. )

[OOC: NFB, NFI, EIEIO. Preplayed with the fantabulous endsthegame and coded by the equally fantabulous icecoldfrost.]