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	This place was gaudy. It absolutely reeked of a disgusting kind of luxury. However, that wasn't going to stop Pandora from engaging in it. She didn't care nearly enough to do that. 

	Pandora's athletic body was on full display. She wore an orange bikini and a high slit, open fronted, thick floral pattern skirt, and nothing else except for a large pair of dark sunglasses. That had her been her outfit on the entire way over here and would probably be her outfit the entire way back. 

	Pandora glanced around at the others, checking out their vacation wear as well. Fashion was something that had managed to keep her interest. It was always changing, and decorating the human body was an under-appreciated art form. So many people just slapped on whatever and thought themselves better for it, sniping at those who actually bothered to put effort into how they looked. How dull.

	She found herself amused by Powers' orderly personality being maintained even while in vacation mode. Speaking of Powers, Pandora had wondered why she was invited along on this vacation.

	[color=fdc68a][i](I certainly didn't need a vacation from all the retiring I was doing.)[/i][/color] She thought to herself.

	Her thoughts were dispersed as Powers asked her for a quick croquet outing. Pandora looked him up and down from over her sunglasses. [color=fdc68a]"Right..."[/color] She said, watching him walk off. A meeting at 1300 hours, or about thirty minutes from now. 

	Well. She would see what that was about. What the hell else was she going to do? Spend quality time with martini-drinking teenagers? Pass. Pandora plainly gave the group a once over and then silently wandered off with nary a goodbye.

	The british woman silently waited at the beginning of the croquet course, staring off into the middle distance as she leaned against a wall. Thirty minutes passed and she barely even registered it. When she noticed Powers approach she crossed her arms.

	She spoke first. Her voice was quiet, but clear. [color=fdc68a]"Croquet. I remember when people first started playing it in England, back in the sixties. These days it seems to be only associated with resorts and luxury, but when it first started out it was a common man's game. Us 'important folk' played croquet while discussing our plans for imperial expansion. Ever decide the fate of a thousand families based on a single whack of a wooden mallet?"[/color] She asked, raising an eyebrow. [color=fdc68a]"Exhilarating stuff."[/color] Her voice dripped with bitter sarcasm.

	[color=fdc68a]"The point here is this: If you're looking for advice, you may want to reconsider your source. I'm sure one of your many plucky twenty-somethings could provide you with better counsel.[/color] She stood up straight, resting a light mallet on her bare shoulder. 

	[color=fdc68a]"With that out of the way, I'm always up for a chat."[/color] She said, in a way that seemed completely serious but was definitely untrue. [color=fdc68a] Perhaps I assumed too much, and you simply invited me out here because of my winning personality."[/color]