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

i see no timestamp just a good honest tag

[inkindled]

Matthias had been very engaged with a loving visual inventory of the gifts that he'd brought. Which is stupid, really, he's had had them all along, hasn't he, it's not like they're a surprise to him--or for him. Only it's good, seeing them laid out. Like bringing a rabbit back after a hunt but better, even--something to be proud of. He can give these things to Derrica because he has the coin, and because Derrica deserves these things, and more. He can get her more later.

All this is to say that when she is suddenly hugging him, it's a bit of a surprise, but absolutely a welcome one. Matthias puts his arms around her straightaway, returning her embrace.

"Well, yeah," and there's enough emotion in her voice that his ears start to go a little pink. "I mean, you deserve people being good to you. And you're easy to be good to, 'cause you're good. Or I think you are. I mean, you are, and--well, you know what I mean. Sorry. Stupid. But you do deserve it, and much more besides. And anyway, I like you. I mean, actually, I love you, right, but--" Matthias, you're an idiot, shut up-- "Right. Look, you say something or I'll keep talking."