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A quiet knocking sounds at the door.
After a pause, Corian calls, "Come in."
Tarrant quietly lets himself in, a bag over one shoulder. He looks tired, and
as if he could use a month on the planet of the steampress to get the
wrinkles out of his clothes, but he's all in one piece. Smiling he greets
quietly, "Hello love, I survived."
Corian, seated at her desk, is out of her chair in a heartbeat, and at your side a moment later. She reaches for your hands, looking pleased and relieved all at once. "Welcome home, cha'trez. Did it go well?"
Tarrant takes your hands in return, although after gently squeezing them he
attempts to claim a hug. "As well as it could have I think, yep. A little
more involved than I'd originally thought it would be, but everything came
out neatly in the end. Well, not as neat as Dooley's pig solution, but well
nigh close enough. How were things here?"
Corian is more than willing to be hugged, and to hug in return. She doesn't let
go, matter of fact. "It went quite well," she replies quietly. "With the
exception of some obnoxiousness from the Jansites. I am caught up on work,
which is a bit of a relief."
Tarrant appears in no hurry to be let go of, sighing in soft contentment. "The
whole way home, all I could think about was getting here to you, to hold onto
you." He pauses a beat, "I guess I still don't get to poke them in the
eyes...but they are -really- asking for it."
Corian, hugging you just a bit closer, murmurs, "I am almost willing to let you
poke them in the eyes, cha'trez. I am growing heartily sick of Zhavaris
comming every day--I have already informed him that I will not complete his
translations."
"You could let me answer the comm?" Tarrant suggests hopefully, grinning in an amused fashion. "Cause ya' know, I don't speak standard so good. Y'all need Cori to transmorgify ya? Ooh, into what. Gonna be a chick'len? I like chick'lens. Their heads'll rip right off'n they run all aroun' and aroun'..."
Corian blinks at that, then laughs quietly, nodding. "I think that sounds like
a wonderful idea, love. It will frustrate him, and that, I believe, would
make me very happy." She finally does move away from you, just enough that
she can look at your face. "Are you hungry?"
Tarrant squeezes you close briefly before moving back himself. "Half-starved
I'm afraid. I don't consider myself picky, but if the planetary cuisine is
still supposed to be -moving- when it's eaten, I decide upon a fasting
religion."
Corian winces a bit. "Oh, goodness, cha'trez, that does not sound good at all.
If you like, you can get a shower while I come up with some food? Hot water,
after all, is helpful."
Tarrant looks rather pathetically hopeful at this suggestion, nodding slightly. "I'd love that, if you wouldn't mind? Hot water and food, although in order and not at the same time, sound positively wonderful."
Corian moves closer briefly to give you a quick kiss. "I would not mind at all,
love. It is time that I ate as well, after all; it is hardly a difficulty to
make more."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Tarrant returns the kiss with a shy smile, nodding. "Food'd be wonderful, as would being clean. I swear, it was an adventure. I'll be back in just a bit." Snagging his bag again he reluctantly moves away to head to the bathroom.
Corian heads into the kitchen as you go into the bathroom. After all, that's
where she can come up with food.
Tarrant ducks into the bathroom, and shortly the sounds of water running ensue
as well as quiet humming.
And lo, room Y8 becomes a place of many sounds, between the humming and the
shower-water and the various cooking sounds coming from the kitchen. Corian
doesn't hum, though. She just cooks.
Tarrant returns after a while, slightly damp but dressed in less rumpled clothing, and looking altogether more pleased with the world. Hot water can alter anyone's outlook on life. Setlling his gear aside again, tucking it neatly into a corner of the closet, he pads barefoot in the kitchen to come pester you. "Much better, it's amazing what hot water will do for a day."
Corian looks up from the mysterious and arcane things that she is doing to the
poor tortellini, with a pleased smile. Apparently, she found that pasta shop
you mentioned. She's also got what looks to be alfredo sauce, and steamed
asparagus. She's making her player hungry, actually. "Hot water is a
wonderful thing, yes. Can you do me a favor and get drinks?" she adds,
snagging a colander and the pasta.
"Certainly," Tarrant replies amiably as he moves to set about doing so. "Your
usual tea?" He snags a glass of ice for himself, adding tea to be iced tea.
"It smells wonderful in here."
Corian nods to your inquiry. "Please, yes. And thank you--that pasta shop was wonderful; I went there yesterday afternoon. It was rather a nice break."
Tarrant sets about heating water for tea, and pulling down a mug. "I'm glad you liked it, although I'm sorry I couldn't tag along and be of any help. Although that does remind me..." Tarrant pauses to tug out his wallet, offering you a thin card. "Your access to my accounts, as well as the ability to force the Department to cough up information about me should I wander off."
Corian finishes moving pasta from the colander to the plates before wiping her hands on her skirt. She regards the card for a moment before taking it. "Thank you, cha'trez," she murmurs, tucking the card into a pocket. "While we are trading cards, there is a keycard for you on the desk, so that you will not need to knock--if we decide to stay here, that is."
Tarrant chuckles quietly as he goes back to making tea, "I'll trade you a Ernie
Baez for that Reedner Nelson rookie?" He nods though with a grin. "As good a
plan as any I suppose. This is all very new. Although thankfully the personel
guy at work did all the changing of my records that needed changing for me
while I was gone. Very polite, as I did not think about it myself, so off in
la-la land was I."
Corian echoes your chuckle, shaking her head as she turns her attention back to the food-dishing. "That was rather nice of him. I am still tracking down a few necessary forms, and I am holding off a bit yet on changing the records on Kashid, but it should not take much longer." She offers a plate, adding almost shyly, "It's still absolutely -wonderful- to hear people call me Mrs. Czolgosz, though I'm not quite used to the new name yet."
Tarrant chuckles softly as he accepts his plate with a murmur of thanks, offering you a mug of tea in return. "You'll like as not get tired of having to -spell- it though, my poor love. My wife..." Those last words are said with a tinge of awe. "Wow...That -still- sounds so amazing."
Corian takes the mug with a murmur of thanks of her own, scooping up her plate
and heading for an area more conducive to sitting while eating. "It -is-
amazing, being married," Corian replies, smiling brightly as she seats
herself. "And not just to us, as well." She looks decidedly amused. "Poor Jay
nearly inhaled his beverage when I told him."
Tarrant follows after you, padding softly. Taking a seat as close to you as he
can without interfering with your attempts to eat, he grins. "Poor fellow,
was he upset?"
Corian shakes her head, still looking quite amused as she starts eating. "He was very surprised, but he was glad to see that I was happy. Of course, when Clara and I discussed getting -him- married, he was somewhat less happy."
Tarrant takes a bite of his food, pausing a moment to simply look pleased. "Love, this is just wonderful." He nods to that, half-grinning. "I'm glad he wasn't upset, he's a nice enough fellow. I'd rather him not be angry with me for abducting his cousin." There's a pause, "Didja' tell Clara as well?"
Corian smiles brightly at the praise, murmuring a thankyou. "He certainly
wasn't upset, no--and, yes, I did tell Clara. She was very pleased." Though
why in the world this particular news should make her blush is a mystery (to
anybody who hasn't read the log from last night).
Tarrant does regard the blush in some confusion, although he doesn't press the
question. "That's a good thing as well. My parents were vastly amused, but
also quite pleased. Sarah... well she was a sister and of course began to
tease."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian catches the conclusion and coughs quietly. "Clara and I... talked
somewhat," she murmurs. "She was very helpful." How's that for cryptic? "And
you had a chance to tell you family, then?" Hurried segue, yup. "I am glad to
hear that, and that they were pleased."
Tarrant is willing to follow the segue, as he's tired, and hungry, and eating
and nodding seems easier by far. "I got to comm them quickly just before I
left. They said we needs must come visit sometime."
Corian nods to that, looking rather pleased at that, but perhaps a bit nervous
as well. These, after all, are In-Laws. The horror! "Visiting would be good,
yes. I would be able to take some time between jobs, perhaps, if you would
like to go that soon?"
Tarrant is a bit slow to respond, as he's making some serious in-roads on his
meal, having been quite hungry. "It's up to you love, I'm always willing to
go visit home. It's just been a while since you've been home, hasn't it?
Maybe you'd rather the time to see your own folks."
Corian smiles at that, eating somewhat more slowly. She's not -that- hungry, after all. "There's more food," she offers. "And 'a while' is relative. I was there just before I came here; it has only been eight months."
Tarrant looks rather sheepish as he is careful to take his time. "Ahh, then if
you'd like, it sounds like a lovely trip then. I think you'd like their
place."
Corian sets aside her plate, turning her attention to her tea. "From what you
have said, it would certainly be a novel experience. And I would be glad to
meet your family, of course."
Tarrant continues working on his food until he's managed to rid his plate of
anything even resembling food. "They're nice people, honest, not at all
scary. Except Sarah."
Corian gestures towards the kitchen, apparently to reiterate her earlier mention of more food. "If you are still hungry, cha'trez, there is more food, of course." With a quiet chuckle, she adds, "I am certain that they are. And I am looking forward to hearing stories from Sarah."
Tarrant climbs to his feet with a nod, moving into the kitchen to acquire more food before returning. "Yeah, but see that's the part -I'm- afraid of."
Corian smiles cheerfully, settling herself and her tea more comfortably. "You
could ask my brothers--well, Riley--for stories about me if it would make you
feel better?"
Tarrant gives that ample consideration in between bites, "I shall have to try that," he murmurs. "I mean really, it's only -fair- considering."
Corian offers, looking more amused than anything else, "I could give you the
comm-codes of some folks on Kashid, if you like? That would give you more
volume of stories, after all."
Tarrant's eyes alight at that suggestion, and he grins deviously. "Now -that-
sounds like it would be amusing certainly. I'm sure it would be
enlightening." He sets about finishing off the rest of his food, although
with less alacrity.
Corian polishes off her tea and sets aside the mug. "Of course, love. Whose
codes would you like? Mother likely would not share any stories, but Father
might, and the others might as well."
Tarrant settles his plate aside to settle in closer to you with his tea. "Your
father sounds like a good one to comm, ayup. Lots of horrible stories." He
stifles half a yawn, settling in comfortably.
Corian nods amiably to that. "Whenever you like, I will give you his code,
then. But you look as if you could use some rest, hm?" She reaches for your
free hand, with a smile.
Tarrant interlaces his fingers through yours, "There was a decided lack of that available on this trip. Still though, just got here, didn't want to be rude."
Corian shakes her head, with a quick smile. "Love, you are home. It is hardly
rude to sleep, in your home, when you are tired. Though I must say that I am
glad to have you here and conscious."
Tarrant leans over to attempt to steal a kiss. "I think I'll snag something of
a nap then, if you don't mind overmuch. I really am fried beyond
comprehending. It's so nice to be home."
Corian returns the kiss, with a quick smile. "Go sleep, love," she murmurs. "I have some errands that I must run, but I will try to be here when you wake."
Tarrant nods with a bemused smile, "No worries love, I'll be fine either way.
Love you." He climbs from the couch with another yawn and all but slinks to
the bed, obviously quite out of it. Crawling beneath the covers, he curls up,
asleep even before his head hits the pillow.
Corian murmurs quietly, "Love you, too." And then she ducks out to deal with
her errands. Really.
[Time passes. Travelspam to the dining facility deleted.]
Riley is seated in the back corner, at the aforementioned round table, munching on some random chocolate cake substance and working on a pile of paperwork.
Corian comes in to snag some juice, apparently on some sort of break. Spotting Riley, she pauses, then makes her way in that general direction. "Good afternoon, cha'leket. Such a healthy meal you are consuming."
Riley glances up with a grin, "Hello Corian." He chuckles sheepishly. "I -like-
chocolate, I'm evil, I know. Have a seat?"
Corian shakes her head as she takes a seat. "You are not evil, Riley--though I am afraid I cannot quite say the same about the chocolate. You look rather busy, though. I could disturb you later, if you like?"
Riley shuffles the paperwork away, shaking his head slightly. "Goodness, no, please sit with me. I am always busy these days, and rarely get to see anybody, let alone you. The paperwork can wait a moment."
Corian admits, with a brief laugh, "Well, I have not exactly been available for
visiting much, myself--though I do not know that I have been quite so busy as
you." She pauses a beat, sipping her juice, then inquires, "Have Mother or
Father commed you lately?"
Riley shakes his head slightly, "Haven't spoken to them in a couple of weeks.
As I said, I've really rather been out of touch. This new schedule solves
troubles, but causes them as well. Are they okay?"
Corian nods quickly to that. "Of course, of course. I just thought that they
might have commed to see if you had any thoughts about my new husband. You
have a new schedule, now?" Despite the rather casual anouncement, she watches
carefully for the reaction.
Riley all but drops his chocolate, jaw dropping. "Bwhuh? Your whah?" Yep, he's
making sense, really.
Corian repeats slowly, "My husband, cha'leket--your brother-in-law." She smiles
despite herself, adding, "The gentleman to whom you wrote that letter about
his intentions. We are married, now."
Riley pauses a moment, and then looking sheepish, takes another bite of
chocolate. "Well then Mrs. Too-Many-Z's, congratulations. Does this mean I
don't get to polish a blaster rifle when he comes over to ask you out on
dates? And I was -so- looking forward to that."
"Czolgosz," Corian supplies, with a bright smile. "Perhaps I should get one of those nametags--but put it phonetically as well." Chuckling quietly, she adds, "You are somewhat late for blaster rifle polishing, I am afraid. You could tell him embarrassing stories from my childhood, though, if you like--and I even promise not to reiterate and tell Clara stories about you."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Riley perks up in a decidedly pleased fashion, "Evil stories? This is starting
to sound better and better. Seriously though, cha'leket, that's -wonderful-
news. When did this occur?"
Corian replies, with a delighted little smile, "Thank you." She considers for a
moment or two. "And it was early two weeks ago," she replies, finally. "I did
mean to tell you sooner, of course, but I had a bit of difficulty finding
time when neither of us was busy."
Riley looks rather decidedly sheepish, nodding, "I am sorry about that, I have been hard to track down of late, as I've spent a lot of time downstairs in the AF offices. I'm lucky to have heard about it as soon as this."
Corian offers, with a smile that holds just a hint of embarrassment, "There is
no need to apologize, of course. If it is any consolation, Hona does not know
yet, either." She pauses for a moment, then inquires, "Is everything all
right with you, though, cha'leket?"
"You haven't told Honalee yet?" Riley questions looking amused, "In the
immortal words of Evvy, 'Uh-ooooh, you're gonna get iiiiit...'." He nods,
"Sure, yeah, all's well."
Corian shakes his head to the first question, looking decidedly abashed. "I will tell her soon, I believe," she murmurs. "For that matter, she may already know. Mother may have told her. Of course, she has not commed to ask." Mainly because Corian's been turning off her comm rather selectively.
Riley chuckles softly, shaking his head in amusement. "Just don't mention the when, perhaps. Maybe she won't ask. Otherwise she'd like as not come to visit to take you over a knee. She's fond of that threat."
Corian nods firmly at that. "I certainly will not volunteer that information,
no. As much as I would love a visit from her... well, she is rather -too-
fond of that threat."
Riley nods as he finishes off his chocolate cake-bit. "She'd like as not carry it out, or send somebody to do it for her." He grins again, shaking his head. "Married, wow, that's just so -amazing-. Although it is very mean of you to go and -marry- the man. Now I don't get to threaten him anymore."
Corian nods her agreement to that, with a very quiet chuckle. "There really is no need to threaten him, though, cha'leket. He is a wonderful, wonderful man."
"No need? No -need-? But Corian, I'm your -brother-," Riley attempts to explain in a bemused fashion. "This is my role, to threaten."
Corian sets down her juice glass, careful of paperwork. "To threaten, yes," she
agrees. "I thought that torment was in the job description as well, though,
and you seem to manage quite nicely with an absence of torment in your life.
Besides," she adds, with a smile, "He is my husband, now. Does a clause not
exclude husbands from threats?"
Riley sighs in mock sadness, "I'm afraid it does. See, which was why I was
declaring it mean that you went off and got ma..." He trails off as his comm
unit chimes insistantly. "I ought to buy stock in coals," he murmurs, shaking
his head. "I am sorry cha'leket, I must head to the offices again. It was
good to see you."
Corian offers a sympathetic smile. "Do enjoy the rest of your day, cha'leket, if you can. And I was glad to see you, for however brief a time."
Riley nods, gathering his paperwork, giving it a brief wince before he stands and goes to head out. "Congratulations again, and I hope to see you soon."
Riley heads towards the Central Atrium.
Riley has left.