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Tarrant walks here from the Central Atrium.
Tarrant has arrived.
Corian is, unsurprisingly, sitting in 'her' chair, basket of papers and datacrystals at her elbow. She's ignoring said papers, opting instead to frown over a datareader and to mutter in some obscure dialect.
Tarrant comes ambling in, his spurs causing soft jingling sounds to accompany
his footsteps. His hands are tucked into his pockets, his coat half tucked
back to allow this. Spotting Corian he grins in a rather amused fashion and
directs his ambling that way. Pausing before her he performs a sweeping bow,
once again doffing an imaginary hat.
Corian's muttering pauses as she catches the sound of the spurs, as that sound
is one to catch her attention. She looks up with an amused smile, bowing
lightly while still in her seat. "Good evening."
"Good evenin' Miz Treston," Somehow Tarrant's accent always manages to deepen
on that particular form of address. "And how are you on this fine and lovely
day? Arguing with the words again?"
Corian nods an affirmative, with a rueful smile. "Unfortunately, that is
exactly what I am doing. This particular dialect is not a simple one. I am,
however, doing quite well. And yourself?"
Tarrant slides down into a seat opposite with a jangle. "Not too bad, not too bad. Just settling in and all. It's nice to have a place to start from again. Although, to be honest, I miss a lot of the old gang."
Tarrant slides down into a seat opposite with a jangle. "Not too bad, not too bad. Just settling in and all. It's nice to have a place to start from again. Although, to be honest, I miss a lot of the old gang."
Tarrant shakes his head, "Perhaps in passing, or if business brings us together
again. But things have been changed around, as often occurs with the passage
of time and political styles. And as for being finished, well, I've no idea
when that will be. I've been assigned here."
Corian's brows arch fractionally at that, and she inhales as if to ask a question, then edits herself, with a small shake of her head. "I will enjoy having you here," she says quietly, "For however long it may be. It is something of a relief, being around someone who knows."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Tarrant's brows arch slightly at that last, but there is something in his smiled reply that denotes understanding. "It is certainly pleasant to see a familiar face. And as wild as the current political climate is, well, it could be some time indeed. You won't catch me complaining. I like travel, but I like having a place to come back to. Someplace to put my boots'n'all."
Corian's gaze flicks to the boots in question, and she nods, a faint smile
crossing her face. "Indeed," she murmurs. "Some form of stability is nice,
yes." After a pause, she inquires, head tipping backwards fractionally, "Was
it known that I would be here?"
"By me?" Tarrant questions, "Nah, I hadn't a clue. Not that I'm about t'be
complaining." He shakes his head, "As for by the powers that be, well, who
knows what they deem fit to be takin' notice of."
Corian nods her agreement to that, smile turning faintly wry. "One can never tell." There's a shake of her head, then she adds, "I would be interested to know just how much they knew. They were... something less than pleased when I left." Thin shoulders lift in a small shrug, and she makes a gracefully dismissive gesture with one hand. "No matter, I suppose."
Tarrant shrugs as well, although it is perhaps not as graceful as it is classically staged, both hands coming up in time with the lifting of his shoulders. "I can always ask, but like as not I'll just get that look and ignored. I find it of endless amusment how what they don't waant to hear they can ignore. Ever tried tapdancing on an area sup's desk?"
Corian shakes her head fractionally at the first section of your statement,
murmuring, "Not necessary." At the question, however, she laughs quietly,
with a firmer shake of her head. "Hardly, van'chela. Though I can very easily
see -you- do just that."
Tarrant looks a bit shocked, pulling back, "Who me? You wound me Miz Treston." There's a pause. "After all, I don't know how to tapdance. It was sort of a soft shoe routine. Kind of hard to pull off and not knock over the roladex."
Corian's gray eyes glint with amusement. "Somehow, I am confident that you
managed it splendidly. You usually do, after all." She tucks a lock of
silvery-blonde hair behind one ear, fingers moving to run along the scalloped
edge of her necklace. "It was... a surprise to see you," she says quietly,
sobering a bit. "Though hardly an unpleasant one." She pauses fractionally,
then adds, "Tarrant, I don't know why you're here. I do not know that I want
to know. But if you get to a point where you need assistance that I can give,
you need but to ask."
Tarrant sets the imaginary hat against his chest, bowing head and shoulders. "I apreciate the offer, Miz Treston. Hopefully things'll stay nice and calm though. It's something of a cushy assignment so far, not so bad by my thinking. After that last mess, well, we're all entitled to a little peace."
Corian goes very still for a moment at your last statement, then nods, relaxing
fractionally. "We are, yes," she says, with quiet fervor. "Do you know where
the others are? John?"
"Some I know...some... well..." Tarrant just shakes his head. "Last I heard
John had been re-assigned with two fluffies and they were holed up on the
north border."
Corian rubs lightly at her eyes with the thumb and second finger of one hand,
nodding slowly. "I... somehow, I doubt I will see them again. If you do, I
would appreciate it if you could pass on my greetings." Her voice is quiet,
and holds a certain edge of weariness.
"I can do that, ma'am, if I'm seeing them, yes." Nothing the weariness, Tarrant
moves to stand. "I'm distracting you from your work, I apologize. Perhaps
sometime we can meet outside of working hours?"
Corian nods once more, her smile seeming more genuine. "I would like that--and there is no need to apologize. We are actually meeting outside of working hours now; I should have left some time ago." After a brief pause, she adds, apology in her own manner, "Please forgive me. I am... considering what was done in the past. I have not often done that since I left."
Tarrant re-dons his non-existant hat. "M'sorry, I didn't mean to bring up a
painful topic. And leaving after working hours is a good habit t'get into, or
folks rope you into more work."
Corian chuckles very quietly, gaze straying to her basket full o' work. "You
know, I have noticed that. I do not especially mind, though. The work is not,
perhaps, as exciting as it was in the past, but it fulfills well enough."
Turning back to you, she adds, "And there is no need to apologize. Again. It
was done, and ignoring it will make it no less so."
Tarrant nods to that, once again tucking his hands into his pockets. "Have a
pleasant evening Miz Treston." He tips the edge of that non existant hat,
turning to head back out.
Tarrant walks towards the Central Atrium.
Tarrant has left.
Corian calls a quiet farewell after Tarrant, and looks after him for a long
moment, gaze on the exit for several minutes before she finally turns back to
her datapad.
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