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Corian comes out of the bathroom, hair still somewhat damp. "Much better," she
murmurs, with a smile. "The sand and the sun are wonderful, but getting clean
afterwards is good as well."
Tarrant is seated in one of the chairs, lounging amiably. He grins over at you,
eyes still alight. "Indeed. Sand is...well sandy, and now for my next vital
and key comment..."
Corian glides over to perch on the other chair, casting a bright smile to you.
"It was fun, though. I have never spent quite so much time in the sun at
once." She runs a thumb lightly over the back of her hand, then extends that
hand to claim one of yours.
Tarrant moves to allow his hand to be claimed the more easily, gently squeezing yours. "It's been an absolutely wonderful couple of days. And hey, you can poke everybody back home for harassing you about more sun."
Corian chuckles very quietly, and nods. "I will be able to hide in the Complex
for two weeks, after this trip," she observes, lightly jesting. With a brief
shake of her head, she adds, with just a hint of regret, "We will have to go
back soon, though, yes?"
Tarrant sighs softly, glancing around the room, but he nods. "I am afraid so. It is unlikely that our continued absence would be appreciated."
Corian gets to her feet, though she doesn't release your hand, and walks around
the table to sneak a quick kiss. "We can come back," she suggests. "It is
close enough that we can come here very easily."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Tarrant returns the kiss with a pleased sigh, nodding as he climbs to his feet
with a grin. "Guess I just liked hiding off from the whole world a while.
Going back to it seems a challenge. Still, the world's a lot better than when
I left it."
Corian nods to that, smile warming somewhat. "I do not especially wish to go back," she admits. "But we can hide again, sometime--hopefully soon."
Tarrant nods to that, simply grinning a moment. "Shall we then? Hie back off to the real world and the arranging of life married rather than apart?"
Corian nods as well, releasing your hand. She touches your cheek for a moment,
then moves to collect her belongings. "We will have to figure out our living
arrangements," she observes, "For one. And mentioning the happy news to
family might not be a bad idea, as well."
"Family notification yes..." Tarrant ambles over to acquire his own bag, chuckling softly. "We are supposed to share a home now traditionally... Oh dear. Well mine's a bit on the tiny side I'm afraid...Oh wow, hrrm."
Corian nods her agreement to that, tucking her bag's strap over one shoulder and then reaching for your hand. "We could live in my--well, it would be our quarters. Or we could try for another suite. Though it really does seem a shame to lose your quarters on the second floor. They are so lovely."
Tarrant gently squeezes your hand, nodding. "They're nice, but anywhere with
you would be nicer, and I don't see the both of us fitting into them I'm
afraid."
Corian starts for the room's exit, after a final look about the room. "It would
be rather a tight fit, yes," she agrees, with a quick smile. "We will be able
to come up with something suitable. As long as we are together--which we will
be--that is what matters."
"Exactly," Tarrant moves to follow, chuckling quietly. "Bye nice room..."
Funny, the room doesn't answer. And lo, checkout is accomplished fairly painlessly, thanks to the nice hotel people. "Back to reality," Corian murmurs, with a sigh, as she boards the transport back to the Complex. "At least we get to go through those entertaining underwater tubes again."
Tarrant clambers along afterwards into the transport, sinking into a seat.
"It's certainly a pleasant ride. And besides, it is an insanely lovely day to
travel."
Corian settles back for the ride. Her gaze is glued to the passing water--and fish, who don't seem to mind the car--but she seems able to converse while she's watching. "It is a beautiful day, yes. Though I cannot help for rain at some point in the near future, so that you can try out your birthday gift."
Tarrant chuckles softly, nodding as he settles to watch you watch the
landscape. "I'm looking forward to the opportunity as well. We can go puddle
hopping."
Corian tears herself away from the fishies long enough to flicker a bright smile to you. "That will be wonderful--oh!" That last is as she turns back to the water. "Did you see? It was such a lovely color, the fish."
"Absolutely gorgeous." Of course, since Tarrant's looking at you rather than
out the window, it's unlikely he means the marine fauna. He does glance away
briefly to check the status of the trip however.
Corian, still rather delighted by the trip, turns as the transport comes to a
stop. She seems to realize that you were speaking of her, rather than the
fish, and goes a bit pink--though that is likely assisted by the sunburn that
is starting to make its presence known. "Thank you," she says quietly,
sounding rather pleased. "Mm. We are here." Gee, she sounds like her words
should be printed on a helpful piece of furniture.
Tarrant slides up from his seat, gathering both bags and offering his hand.
"Shall we then?"
Corian, for a miracle, doesn't object to the thievery of her bag. "I suppose we should," she murmurs, getting to her feet and taking your hand.
Room Y8(#1211RJ)
This poor room is very confused. Its owner has traveled extensively, as is
obvious from the disjointed decor. Oddly, though, it all seems to fit, and
the room certainly matches Corian's personality. The glossy wooden floor is
bare, with the exception of one small, circular braided rug. The dark blue
overstuffed couch seems new, and is sized to fit an Edreeni. The throw over
the couch, however, is faded, and seems to depict some sort of seascape. A
low table in front of the couch also seems fairly new. It holds a few books,
more paperwork, and a toy wind-up giraffe with a bit of ribbon around its
neck. The desk is a convenient little thing, looking like it can fold to a
size that may be carried. Of course, that means there are no drawers, but a
small portable file-drawer makes up for that. A rather large stack of
noveldisks rests on the desk, as well as paperwork in any of a number of
languages, a few wooden puzzles, and a photograph. A portable terminal is
generally somewhere around the room, depending on where Corian is working at
the moment. The chair tucked under the desk is decidedly comfortable, and
looks like the seat of choice for Corian. A screen hides the sleeping area
from view, and has a brightly-colored piece of cloth tacked to it. A long
coat of dark gray skrorg hangs near the door.
Obvious exits:
Out
Tarrant has arrived.
Tarrant follows along after you, carefully setting the bags near the door. "We're here," he murmurs with a quiet chuckle. "Now the chaos can begin?"
Corian shakes her head, peering about the room. "Chaos does not look likely to
erupt immediately," she replies, with a quick smile. "Perhaps we will have a
few moments of grace." She moves to settle herself on the couch, with a quiet
sigh.
Tarrant brushes at one jacket sleeve. "Would you like something to drink, or
anything love, while I'm up and all?"
Corian shakes her head. "Thank you, cha'trez, but no--but do help yourself. What is mine is yours, after all." She looks about the room for a moment, then inquires, "Do you think we should find another place?"
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Tarrant shakes his head slightly, moving to go sink onto the couch as well.
"It's up to you my love. As transient as I have been, I am as happy one place
as another. Wherever you are is home."
Corian moves closer to you. "This will do for now, I suppose," she murmurs. "At the very least, it will allow us to delay the decision. Perhaps in a day or so we can see what else is available. As long as we are together."
Tarrant chuckles quietly, shifting in a bit closer to you, but carefully.
"Delaying the decision's good. Making decisions in this zoned a state is
probably not the best of plans."
Corian reaches for your hand, with a brief nod. "Waiting is an excellent idea.
We can just be together, for now--take this returning to reality as slowly as
we can," she adds, with a quick smile.
Tarrant interlaces his fingers through yours, nodding with a grin. "Small bits
of reality at a time certainly seems best. Especially since it's going to
come it with a yelp tomorrow. I'm gonna have to head offworld, as much as I'd
rather not."
Corian, expression just a bit wistful, nods. "It had to come eventually," she
murmurs. "But it will be only a few days, yes? We will be all right for a few
days."
"Two days, perhaps three at most. It depends on how quickly I am able to deal
with the business." Tarrant replies quietly. "Still, it should be a more or
less simple affair."
Corian inclines her head, shifting to settle carefully against you. "Simple is good," she murmurs, "But I do hope that you will be careful, cha'trez. I would prefer a longer delay to an injured husband, after all."
"I'll be careful, normally my luck with such things isn't so bad. I just had a
bad run of it there for a while. I should be fine," Tarrant explains quietly,
shifting an arm gently around you.
Corian offers a smile up at you, nodding once more. "I have no doubt that you
will be fine, yes," she replies, "But I believe that I will still worry, just
a bit, until you are with me once more."
"Well then I shall have to return as quickly as I may," Tarrant replies
quietly. "So that you may worry the less."
Corian curls up to you, as closely as she may. "As long as you do not hurry
-too- much, cha'trez. I would worry somewhat more if something happened to
you--but, yes, you will be fine. I know that." Her smile is rather wistful.
"I will just be glad when I am working for the Department as well, so that I
can see for myself that you are fine."
"And I'll be glad as well," Tarrant murmurs, looking a bit sheepish. "I -like-
having backup. Especially backup so lovely."
Corian reaches for your hand, interlacing her fingers and yours. "Would they
assign someone with you for a time, so that you could have backup?" she
inquires. "Though... that might not be the best idea, if you did not know the
person in question. It is only four and a half months until my contract ends,
and perhaps," she adds, with a wryly whimsical smile, "They will end it
sooner. One of the Jansites mentioned that."
"I've generally worked alone, it's not usual for anybody to want to put up with me after all." Tarrant explains with a grin. "Best to wait, instead of getting used to folks and changing it around." He sighs, "Idiot Jansites."
Corian nods her agreement to something--maybe the waiting, maybe your description of the Jansites. At any rate, she slips an arm over you. Miraculously, the gesture isn't tentative. Maybe she's finally getting comfortable with this touching thing. "They are not difficult to ignore," she murmurs. "I can tune out their voices if I try hard enough." Her smile holds a touch of wickedness. "They really do not like that at all."
Which would be a miracle indeed it seems. Tarrant seems altogether pleased with it certainly, half relaxing still further. "The self-important aren't big on being ignored. Which is, of course, why it's more fun."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian nods her agreement to that, with another of those vaguely wicked smiles.
She really -is- evil. Only, "They cannot quite accuse me of ignoring them,
either," she murmurs. "After all, I am quite busy. There is so much to do."
And now she's the picture of innocence.
[Tarrant's player had to run, so the RP ended. Time passes.]
You head towards the Medical Bay.
Medical Bay
Even the circulation of air can't quite keep the antiseptic smell from this
room. Immaculately clean, the tiles of the floor are the same pristine white
as the walls. Gadgets and gizmos abound. The highest medical technology
available for all the races that might conceivably come to the station are
present. A pair of beds near the door provide places for emergent cases,
their bioscan devices ready for monitoring. Doors lead to rooms for surgery,
short-term care, and long-term care. (OOC note: To set your room doing, try
'I'm <doing>'.)
Contents:
Corian, standing by the door.
Julie, taking inventory
Obvious Exits:
Short Term Care Chief's Office Elevator Lounge
You arrive from the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Julie glances up from the clipboard in her hand to offer a brisk smile.
"Corian?" She turns to approach the translator. "I didn't expect to see you
in here..."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian, looking maybe just a bit sheepish, makes her way into medbay. There's a
brief glance about the room, as she takes note of who is present--and, more
importantly, who is -not- present--and then she nods, looking just a bit
relieved. As you approach, she offers a pleasant smile that still looks just
a bit sheepish. "I did not especially expect to be here. But, as you can
see..." She gestures briefly with one hand.
Julie nods with a sympathetic grin. "Indeed. Are you in much pain from it?"
Corian shakes her head. "Not overly much, no, but it -is- rather uncomfortable.
And I feel as though I should be a character in a children's book, with this
odd coloring."
Julie nods firmly, humor in her eyes for the last statement. "Well, there's not
much we can do about the color, I'm afraid, except recommend a good makeup
artist. For the discomfort, however..." She strides over to the cabinet she'd
been doing inventory on, withdrawing a small tube. This she comes back to
offer to Corian. "This should take care of that."
Corian takes the tube with brief nod and a quick smile. "Thank you, that is
most appreciated." As long as it doesn't mat her tail. She glances at the
tube to read just what it is, then nods, repeating, "Thank you." Glancing up,
she inquires, "I do not suppose that it would be possible for you to be...
discreet about this?"
Julie's eyebrows rise slightly. "I have to make a note of it, but I won't mention to anybody if you don't wish me to, of course."
Corian smiles cheerfully. "Thank you, I appreciate that as well." She pauses a
beat, then adds, "Nothing is wrong, of course. There is just some news that
must be shared with some people, and I would prefer to do it in person,
rather than have them discover it on their own."
Julie ahhhs, despite having really no clue. "Not a problem, I assure you."
Corian starts for the door with a final murmured, still looking rather chipper,
then pauses. "Is there anything else that you would recommend for this? I
would assume that avoiding the sun for extended periods of time might be
helpful?"
Julie nods, folding her arms. "That, and, believe it or not, cold baths seem to
help. Light clothing too."
Corian nods amiably to that. "I will remember that, though I do believe that I
might leave the cold baths as a last resort. That does not sound especially
pleasant--but, then again, neither does a sunburn. Thank you for the advice,
doctor. And enjoy the remainder of your evening." With that, and a cheerful
smile, she starts for the exit.
Julie nods, casting a curious glance after the translator. "Of course, Corian,
anytime. You do the same, y'hear?"
That gets a thoughtful smile from Corian. "I will certainly attempt to do so.
Thank you." And with that, she's gone.
You head towards the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.