Summary: Carmen's weekends look just like her work.
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Dedication:This is a birthday present for Justanotherelphie. Happy Birthday!
"So boss, what do you do on the weekends?" Moe asked, as their group dispersed for their break.
The master thief shrugged. "I impersonate historical figures at vital moments of history." She answered casually.
"I meant for fun boss."
A jaunty smirk was the immediate response. "That is fun."
The man stammered. "But… to relax?"
"Consider it extremely high definition television." The thief looked at her nails, frowned at what she saw, and put her gloves back on.
"Doesn't that get… err… dangerous."
"Not really." The thief shrugged cavalierly. "It turns out anything that causes the grandfather paradox simply shorts out the machine and reverts to the original situation. Anticlimactic but…"
"Should I wonder how you found that out?"
"Experimentally, obviously."
"Oh… right… what did you do?"
"Apparently Cleopatra…"
His brain caught up with his mouth, and informed him that he probably didn't want to know. "Oh, never mind."
Carmen chuckled.
"Can I ask where you're going?"
"England, March 1522. Moe, what are you doing?"
With a determined look on his face, Moe strode over to a bookshelf. "What I do every time you open your mouth boss… look it up."
About two hours later, he'd reached a conclusion. "The masquerade where Anne Boleyn met Henry the Eighth."
"Bravo…" Carmen lauded.
"That would explain the violin music you were listening to in the airplane."
"Congratulations Moe, your powers of deduction are improving."
He grinned and felt like an idiot for it.
"Though it was viola, not violin." She cautioned.
"Right…" He muttered. "Um boss… won't you need a ball gown?"
Carmen laughed. "Some spirit gum and a good wig perhaps, but no gown."
He glanced down at the picture in the book. "But if you're going to be…"
The thief declared in a no-nonsense tone. "I'm attending as William Cornish."
"You'll need… Wait what?"
"Think of him as the artistic director for the drama. He was a composer, poet, and a court entertainer. An interesting man, about whom little is known… Who did you think I was going to be?"
"Errr… nobody."