[Open & shut] girls in STEM

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WHO: Gela and Iona Baynrac, and guests!
WHAT: Catch-all (closed; one open)
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Many places and new office
NOTES: Chill for now, will update where needed

OUTSIDE THE OFFICE

"Damn—"

That’s the sound of your new head of Diplomacy dropping something out of the already precarious stack in her arms. A sheaf of scrap papers, held together by a good clip, has slithered out of place and is slinking down the stairs behind her as she stands, wavering, trying to decide if she should leave it there and come back — but somebody could slip! — only to have more bits and pieces tumble to the ground when she crouches to snatch for it. "Wait! Wait, stay—"

If somebody would like to give her a hand before everything ends up halfway down the central tower, that would be greatly appreciated.

INSIDE THE OFFICE

The office, the workspace, the living quarters tacked on — she's exploring this new domain, having stacked her things by the open door, ready to push them around to her liking. There is a bit of furniture in here and a small window, which she has opened, though the occasional, sharp sounds from the eyrie above will take some getting used to.

Something else Gela is not used to: having this much room to herself. She seems a little bewildered by this new privilege, welcoming anybody at the door by leaping to her feet and opening it for them, ushering them inside herself.

Don't mind the duck attempting to nest on the tail of a bolt of twill propped up in a corner. She was given a nice box and rejected it.

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Despite this grave missive the duck seems perfectly content, her bill already tucking into her tail feathers, preening quietly as Gela ushers Bastien toward a seat. She's got a strange array in front of her desk: a wooden chair and cushion, and a proper armchair, a couch that sits angled toward the first two.

The 'worst' comment makes her smile. There's always Kostos.

"Thank you! It might have been only me, though, who wanted the job. Which is fine — I'm excited to have it." Feels like a step in the right direction. Feels good.

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"Remember this when you have not left the Gallows in a week, ouais?" Bastien says. He chooses the armchair, best for accommodating a crooked slouch. The stack of papers he places on her desk, facing her.

He is not technically part of her division anymore, though anyone would be forgiven for not noticing. In true Scouting fashion, he made no announcement, and he's spent no more and no less time hanging around the Diplomacy desks than he did before the change. But Gela was probably given a list or something that he was not on.

As Master of Information, however, he still reports to her. Third or fourth order of business: can they do something about that title. First order: the papers. Most of them are clips and abbreviated notes. The first is his best attempt at assembling a list of contacts, sources, and activities. Publishers, journalists, balladeers, their interests and audiences —

"In case I die," he explains. Also: in case he lives, and she would like to actually supervise him.