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Elasia has arrived.
Elasia comes in carrying a large box of files. From her rather rumpled look this is one of many boxes she's hauled around today. The joys of being a junior. She stops at one of the chair groupings to rest the heavy container against one of the chair backs in an attempt to get a better grip on it.
Corian is perched in the comfortable chair that has already somehow become hers, close enough to allow her easy access to several different embassies. A stack of datacrystals rest on the table at her elbow, but her attention is on the paper resting on a clipboard at her lap. Your movement catches her attention, though, and she glances up from the work. "You look as if you could use some assistance," she suggests, rising gracefully and setting aside her clipboard. (Is that the word 'doom' etched on the clip part?)
Corian is perched in the comfortable chair that has already somehow become hers, close enough to allow her easy access to several different embassies. A stack of datacrystals rest on the table at her elbow, but her attention is on the paper resting on a clipboard at her lap. Your movement catches her attention, though, and she glances up from the work. "You look as if you could use some assistance," she suggests, rising gracefully and setting aside her clipboard. (Is that the word 'doom' etched on the clip part?)
Corian nods thoughtfully at that. "If I may?" she offers, one hand inclining
towards the box in a fluid gesture.
Elasia's smile is almost painful with relief, "Please, I'd appreciate it very
much, ma'am."
Corian promptly takes the box, spidery fingers curling around the edges. "Corian," she requests. "Please. Or you may call me 'excuse me,' if you prefer," she adds, gray eyes holding the barest gleam of mirth. She shifts the box to a position where it may be grasped for easier carrying.
There's a brief moment as Elasia tries to process the somewhat familiar name,
but it doesn't connect, unsurprising considering what she has to work with.
She smiles and re-takes the box, now able to get a handle on it. "Thank you,
Corian." She adds, "Elasia, although a lot of people call me Ela. I'm the
toadie for the Hellenic embassy."
Corian's lips curve into a quick smile at the title. "Ah, from Hellas. A lovely
world, I've heard, though I have not yet had the pleasure of visiting it."
There is a pause as she considers asking a question, but then she shakes her
head. "But I shouldn't delay you, not while you're carrying the box." She'll
just accost you when you return.
Elasia manages something that approximates an appropriately courteous bow,
although the effect is of course heavily spoiled by the massive box in her
arms. She smiles, "I had better go drop this off before Irhan starts
bellowing. Although I must admit, it's usually an instructional experience
when he gets started... All new vocabularly. Thank you again." And with that
she ducks into the new Hellenic embassy.
Elasia walks towards the Hellenic Embassy.
Elasia has left.
Elasia walks here from the Hellenic Embassy.
Elasia has arrived.
Corian has not even had time to do more than listen to see if any new
vocabulary is forthcoming and then turn back to her work as you return. Of
course, as she'd been keeping an eye on the door to the Hellenic embassy's
door, she glances up once more as you return. "I wonder, could you spare me a
moment?"
Elasia returns of course, she's not just a figment of imagination, honest. This
time she's without a massive box, but is instead carrying a small plastic um,
container thingy. Think tupperware. She returns to your seating area, looking
decidedly less frazzled. She proffers the container, "By way of thanks." She
nods amiably. "Certainly. I think it will take them long enough to arrange
the contents of the most recent group of boxes that they won't be yelling for
me for a bit."
Corian takes the container with a murmured thankyou, though she doesn't move to open it just yet. "I have been attempting to locate a young man from your homeworld, but, unfortunately, he seems to be an especially busy young man. I realize that there are quite a few people here from Hellas, but perhaps you could assist me?" Then, tempted, she finally peeks into the tupperware.
The container containes baklava, sprinkled liberally with powdered sugar. Why
else would the Hellenic embassy have brought somebody so relatively young
along? Elasia slides into one of the other seats. "I can certainly try, who
are you looking for?"
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian brightens at the sight of the baklava--sugar, after all, is necessary.
"Iolytus Nikolaos Casymed," she supplies, her accent showing some sort of
familiarity with the language.
Elasia can't quite stifle a delighted laugh. "I'm afraid you've rather lucked
upon the right person to ask. Niko's on shift at the moment, which means
there's no telling where he's at. Still, hopefully he'll be off soon. Between
shifts when he's not off creating havoc he can often be rung up in room E16
on the fourth floor."
Corian murmurs a quiet thankyou for the baklava, though she does resist the
temptation to sample it. "Fourth floor?" she inquires. "Is he working with
the diplomats, then?" (Talk about euphemisms.) "It was my understanding that
that only diplomats and those who work with them live on the fourth floor."
She looks just a bit puzzled.
Elasia nods pleasantly, searching for a way to go about explaining the situation delicately. "Niko and I are...involved. When the decision was made to share quarters, well, mine were a little more comfortable. The fourth floor being significantly more comfortable than the third."
Corian ahhs, a look of pleasure following hard upon her expression of
understanding. "Ah, you would certainly know him, then. And that makes sense.
I have not yet seen the third floor quarters, but those in the fourth floor
are certainly comfortable, yes." After a brief pause, she adds, "I am... his
sister, I suppose--the sister of his brother--and I would like to make his
acquaintance."
This takes a brief moment and then of course Elasia makes the various
connections from former conversations necessary to key in to a clue. She
beams as understanding arrives, "Riley's sister, yes. A pleasure to meet you.
Arranging a meeting should be not in the slightest difficult. I'm sure he'll
be delighted to meet more relatives, he seems to be taking this whole
unexpected family situation quite well."
Corian, arranging her skirt with a quick gesture, inquires, "It is unexpected?
You'll have to forgive me; I was unaware of the situation until I arrived on
Linnae a few days ago."
Elasia considers the situation a moment, searching for words. "He was unaware
that his birth father was a different man that the one who raised him. It was
only relatively recently discovered, during a routine gene scan. Major Aleron
noticed the strikingly similar genetic relationship between Riley and Niko
and they figured out the connection from there."
Corian considers that for a moment, then nods briefly. "Yes, I can understand
how that would be rather unexpected," she observes, a hint of sympathy
crossing her face. "I hope that he is able to accept this," she adds, voice
trailing upwards in a tone that isn't quite a question. "Riley seems to think
very highly of him."
"He seems to have quite a handle on it." Elasia's grin is rather sappily fond.
"He's exceptionally grounded, unsurprising considering the part of Hellas
he's from. Not to mention probably quite a helpful trait living here." The
latter aquires a nod, "They seem to have gotten quite attached despite the
relatively short amount of time involved. Although I will have to think of
suitable revenge. Riley gave Niko -skates- for his birthday." There's an
amused pause, "Niko is..breakable."
Corian looks rather pleased at the first statements, a hint of tolerant
amusement for the sappiness crossing her face. At the last bit, she chuckles
quietly. "Frighteningly, that is what I have most often heard repeated about
him. But skates... that seems unwise, even for Riley. I hope Niko hasn't
injured himself using them."
Elasia shakes her head looking a bit ruefully amused, "Not yet at least. Riley
has a pair as well, and Niko was commenting at length about how he ought to
aquire a pair. I swear, just what we need, more overtall guys in wheels and
gray uniforms. It's somewhat startling, if decidedly amusing. I just wish
Niko'd learn how to stop."
Corian laughs quietly at that, with a small shake of her head. "Stopping seems like a handy thing to know, yes. Perhaps Riley will teach him how to use the gift properly," she muses. "That seems appropriate, at least."
Elasia nods thoughtfully to that, "Yes, now that he's on his feet again. As I recall, that was not the case on the occasion of their birthdays." She smiles once again in absent fondness, "Niko seems bound and determined to master the things. He's as stubborn as everybody else around here."
Corian nods slowly, that hint of concern crossing her face as it does at the mention of Riley's injury. "Stubborn is good," she decides, though. "He's truly Riley's brother, then. Unless it is something about this place that encourages stubbornness?" Her gesture somehow manages to encompass her paperwork, as well. "I have noticed that, in some of your co-workers."
Elasia glances back at the embassy from whence she came, as if the mention of stubborness calls it to mind. "I think it is a required trait of anyone who'd spend a length of time here. Hanging on isn't easy. This place is...driven."
Corian nods thoughtfully to that, expression not especially suprised. "It will
not, then, be a boring experience, working here," she decides. "Stubbornness,
after all, is not a negative trait, in most cases."