open.

[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]

“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?"