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

[armd]

A grateful, "Thanks," as she lifts the box from the top- it is the least heavy of all of them, but still weighty. A lot of paper seems destined to live up here now, huh. She watches Derrica lift it with slight amusement.

"Congratulations," seem to be in order. As well as, "You okay there?"

Which is only gentle teasing. An assessment of that box she's trying to hold up.

[tender]

"I'm stronger than I look."

Godly biceps.

Not that it helps when she's up against someone with a few feet and prodigious muscle, but still.

"How are you?" is surely a polite question to ask, though Derrica's tone is very warm as she puts the question to Abby. The box is wedged on the desk, so she might consider its contents. What will stay, what will be stashed in some other corner, what might be fed to the fire, and so on and so forth.

[armd]

Abby thinks about it.

"Busy," seems like a good answer, because it doesn't imply that she's fine or not fine. It's how she feels but it's difficult to express that in a few words. Offhandedly, as she drops the second box beside the desk in lieu of there being any room left on the desk itself, she adds, "I got a puppy. Had my hands full with toilet training."