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[tender]

WHO: Derrica + OTA
WHAT: Office Hours
WHEN: Guardian
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Drop in, door's open.

There is nothing technically wrong with the Project Haven conference room and office. They are orderly, without any tangible sign of the intentions of their former owner.

Still, Derrica has thrown open the single window in the office wide in spite of the cold. There is a small crate just beside the doorway between office and conference room, where Derrica has been pitching anything she finds questionable. (Chantry texts to be relocated to records or the chapel, small items that might be personal affects, or are simply not to her taste.) She's left the doors open behind her, the one leading into the conference room, the one leading into the corridor, and the one leading into the Forces and Diplomacy workspaces as well, as if to promote circulation to the highest degree possible.

What comes after the cleaning is something Derrica is still working out.

She's never had an office. She's yet to even sit down at her allotted desk in the Forces workroom. But here she is, and she make something of the space. It's expected, she's certain.

Her hands are full of Chantry hymnals when the sound of footsteps pulls her attention from them.

"Watch out for the box," is her first, immediate word of caution. It's only partly blocking the doorway, but just enough to be a hazard to the unsuspecting.

Welcome to Project Haven. Don't mind the momentary clutter.

Comments

[delphian]

“No,” she admits, but she comes into the office proper all the same — not a part of this place she's been in before. She'd missed most of the Gideon mess, still recovering in the infirmary, and it's questionable whether she'd even known it existed before hearing that Derrica had taken the vacant post.

Probably, she would not have been interested in it otherwise.

“I was curious. You need a hand with any of this?”

[tender]

"That's kind," Derrica says first, immediate acknowledgement, before she gives a considering hum as she looks at the box in question. "I'll make whoever is loitering in the Forces office take what can be used down to the chapel in Kirkwall.

She presses a hand briefly to her mouth, then gestures to the walls.

"You could tell me how I might make this room more tolerable."

[delphian]

Tsenka pivots to regard one expanse of wall, giving every impression of someone who'd be most natural in this moment slinging a leg over a chair the wrong way round, or perhaps kicking her boots up on Derrica's new desk. She does neither, but she does frame the empty space with her fingers—

“You could get a bloke about the late Brother's height to stand there, do a great dark mural of ash streaking out from the silhouette,”

is absolutely not a suggestion she thinks Derrica's going to take her up on, to judge by the mischief at the corners of her eyes and mouth.

“No, that's a bit much. Seneschal has some tasteful landscapes.”

[tender]

Ha, ha.

"I think seeing it once was enough for me," Derrica says, in regards to the late attempted murderer. However—

"Does he?" comes with some genuine curiosity. "Have you seen them?"

Despite receiving a Satinalia gift from him, and running into the Seneschal from time to time as inevitably happens in a space such as the Gallows, Derrica hasn't strayed to his office. And oddly, she'd have expected different decor.

[delphian]

“Well,” judiciously, “not in his office.”

There's a meaningful quirk of her eyebrows. Tsenka hasn't struck out with everyone in Riftwatch, it turns out—

but that isn't her purpose here, today. She considers for a moment, says: “I got a good deal on a rug for my spot, I can recommend the place. But you didn't take the job just for the office, did you?”

No, that's what she's curious about. What's the point. The angle. The purpose.

hit this back whenever, u kno the drill.

[tender]

Well.

But no, they aren't here for that sort of gossip. Derrica very clearly registers the implication, eyebrows raised gleefully before she considers both offer of rug and implied question.

Well.

"No, I didn't. But I think a rug would help brighten the place," Derrica answers. The door is open behind Tsenka, and Derrica considers saying what she means regardless, but the bustle of the workrooms is enough that she crosses to close the door before prompting, "Are you going to ask me what I did take it for?"