[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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[dissolving]

"Mirror's a ways out," Hour's ride or more from the gates, now there's traffic again. "But we didn't stay long."

The suburbs. The Necropolis, the Circle's ruins, the monastery he couldn’t bring himself to report into: each outlying, little villages unto themselves. Not what she's after.

"They put us up in the Necropolis."

He's schooled his face, which says a little what he thought of that. Cedric fishes the cups from each other. When he lifts to pour, it's hers he fills first (the chipped one — because it looks a smile —), a bit of errant twig slipping out the spout. If the office is new, strange,

Well, it isn't. Not really. Still Gela in the chair, so it must be a fit.

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"Ah," Gela says, being so carefully neutral that it probably says exactly what she thinks of it, given the response is so muted. She is looking at the cups and then watching him lift the teapot to pour, his free hand touching the lid to keep it where it is, and the tea smells nice, floral, safe. She tucks a leg up underneath of herself and accepts the cup, sinking into the seat.

"I haven't stayed in there before." Not for that long anyway; of course she's visited, always bringing things along with her to leave behind. It feels strange to have not come along with the rest of Riftwatch, she should have been there to ensure that this happened. Did anybody bring things just to leave them? They could have not thought to.

The eluvian to Nevarra is not that far from where they're sitting now and Gela could go, she could, and at the same time has no idea if she's able to.

"What was it like? The city. How is it?"