Greer> Clara
Greer> Obvious exits:
Greer> Stairs Elevator Diplomatic Hall Arch Out Rec Hall Dining Meeting Hall Spaceport
Greer> Tarrant arrives from the Spaceport.
Greer> Tarrant has arrived.
Greer> Corian arrives from the Spaceport.
Greer> Corian has arrived.
Greer> Corian can't help but laugh quietly at the comment. See, she knew that would be the reaction--or, at least, she hoped. "Maybe we can see about that during our vacation," she suggests. "That would be worthwhile--though I would be in favor of not taking such an assignment again if we can possibly avoid it." Yes, she looks rather disturbing, but at least she's stopped shivering.
Greer> Oh look! It's walking mud! Can mud and motor oil walk? Apparently, yes, it can. Tarrant is -coated- in slime, ick, mud, and probably layers of things one doesn't want to think about. "Oooh, vacation, food, warm..." Yes, Tarrant sounds like a raspy broken record, but he's a -cheerful- one.
Greer> Greer is moving very quickly indeed as she runs into the atrium at top speed, Murray in one hand, a bag with the toy store logo in the other. She's yelling gleefully in that way children do when they're boisterous and happy, and dodging between adults. Right up until her foot hits a small patch of dripped... let's hope it's mud... and she skids, surprise on her face, right towards poor Clara.
Greer> Why, oh why does Clara choose these times to come home from the bookstore? She hikes in from the Pavilion, baseball cap pulled low over her eyes so that it's easy to miss most everything. Everything except an incoming inter-atrium ballistic seven-year-old. "Gaaaiyiii!" is the creative response as the armful of books goes flying and she attempts to catch the girl, then blinks past at the mud and oil covered apparitions, eyes wide. "Oh, -wow-...Oh, wow! You're home!"
Greer> >>OOC: Corian says "Aww, not 'GAIA!'? ;)"
Greer> >>OOC: Greer snickers!
Greer> >>OOC: Tarrant rolls!
Greer> >>OOC: Clara snickers. If I'd thought about it... ;)
Greer> Corian does, yes, look a fright, and the reactions--well, and the flying child--seem to bring this to mind once more. Well, that and the relative warmth. She even pulls off her gloves, tucking them somewhere. "Greer, are you all right, chernubia?" There's a pause, and a nod to Clara. "We are that, yes. It is... very good to be home." Hello, understatement, this is Corian. She knows you quite well.
Greer> Ooh, cute small child, and a Clara! Things Tarrant recognizes. He blinks a few moments, tucking his own stained hands into the pockets of the torn parka. "Evening Clara, Miss Greer." He sounds sheepish, and out of it, but vastly amused. "Home indeed, finally." He sounds very pleased to announce. "There's no ice. No Scruffy either, but hey, no ice is worth it."
Greer> Greer is, thankfully, light, and easily caught, though it takes some wrapping of arms around the doctor- not for a second does she release her belongings. "Oh! Doctor Clara! I'm so so so sorr-" Her gaze has been following the doctor's, and now she blinks. Recognizing the endearment, she beams. "Corian? Corian! En-tran-zia volecta! I'm fine!" And she blinks and giggles at Tarrant too. "Uh uh. You can't call me Miss Greer if I can't call you Mister Czolgosz!" She holds up the moose. "Murray says it's nice to see you again!"
Greer> Clara seems all set to fly over and hug both of the Czolgosz's until it dawns on her that she has an armful of child and that mud is a rather contagious thing. She does meander over, books forgotten, with a vastly bright grin. "No worries, sweetling, I wasn't watching," she assures Greer, then beams at the couple. "You -had- to have just gotten home. Were you on the way to Medbay? Where does it hurt?" she automatically wants to know. Yes, she's trying to peer at Tarrant's knees.
Greer> Corian offers Greer the proper reply in Kashidian. It's automatic, and obviously so; she's running mostly on autopilot--or maybe that's autoCorian--just now, though she's still pleasant. Or maybe the pleasantness is part of the autopilot. She does quirk a smile at Greer's words. "She has a point, cha'trez," she murmurs, before shaking her head to Clara. "Actually, we were on our way to discuss vacation time with our employers." And she remains as pleasant as ever--well, mostly. There's just a hint of steel in her gray eyes, for a moment. Yup, she is -going- to get a vacation. Well, that or she'll inflict Grievous Bodily Harm upon her employers.
Greer> "In my pride," Tarrant replies in a tone that is -trying- to be deeply mournful, but the exhausted snicker fighting through is spoiling the effect. "I think it's wounded beyond saving, doc." He offers Greer a grin and a brief wave to Murray, "Nice to see you again as well Murray." There's a sniffle. Aww, is he missing Scruffy again? Or just defrosting maybe... "Ooh, vacation..." he's easily distracted.
Greer> Greer trots along happily beside Clara, still grinning. "You're a mess," she notes with a cheerful wrinkling of her nose, cocking her head to look up at Corian and Tarrant. "Where ya been? Everybody missed you! Especially you, Corian. You got old friends coming allll the way here just to see you, did you know that? Nice friends. How'd you get all covered with that stuff? Were you working on an engine? Did your ship break down? That's not fun, not at the right time." Murray does a little dance. He's happy. "I thought you were already on vacation? It looks like you had fun, even if you did get dirty."
Greer> "I don't think busted egos are quite anything my resonators can handle," Clara decides with a delighted laugh, then has to fall quiet at the barrage of questions from Greer, beaming as the child rattles them out. Just because she wouldn't ask them just yet doesn't mean she's not curious. "You two look like you could benefit from long hot showers, and for someone to have hot food sent up to your apartment, and to sleep yourselves out."
Greer> Corian sidles a step closer to Tarrant at the sniffle, slipping an arm around him. See, if they're both filthy--and not filky, eep--then neither have to worry about clothing. At Greer's questions, she blinks, her free hand lifting in a warding gesture. "We were off-world, chernubia." Duh. "And which old friends visited, please, dear? I need to know whether or not I should hide from them." There's a quirked smile, and she shakes her head. "We were working, actually, though -now- we can have a vacation. And, no, our ship did not break down." Mainly because they didn't have one, and pinched someone else's, but that's another story. Clara gets a nod, and a look of decided agreement. "I would have to agree with all of the above. Perhaps we should wait until tomorrow to see about that vacation, cha'trez?" she inquires of Tarrant. "Though our appearances would certainly count for something, if we went now."
Greer> Tarrant can't help but look decidedly hopeful at Clara's suggestion. These are amazing words. "Food? Sleep?" Bed. Baby. Wood! Okay, not exactly, but close. "Our ship," oh he's claimed the toy now? "Worked fine though thankfully. It was a good ship. We could call -it- Scruffy." Oh yeah, he's making sense. "Tomorrow is a good idea. Food...Sleep..." A Jedi needs not these things, so sign Tarrant up for the Dark Side. He grins, "It was an interesting trip. I found the -best- ice cream. We'll have to find some here. Caramel and butterscotch and toffee."
Greer> Greer's eyes widen. "Caramel and butterscotch... Mister Niko'll like that... and toffee?" She's not -quite- drooling. "That sounds almost as good as -chocolate-." She beams up at Corian proudly. "Well, just one, I saw. Josif! I can't remember his last name," she adds apologetically. "But he's got -blue- hair. And he -juggles-!" This poor kid, so many heroes. "You don't wanna hide from him. He's -neat-, even if he does make funny faces when people talk about Riley. And he likes playgrounds," she adds, glancing toward Tarrant. "You'll like him too, I promise." The child blinks, and blushes. "You need food?" She steps closer to Clara, embarrassed for her mouth running away with her.
Greer> Never mind Niko. Just dip him in the stuff and deliver him to Ela, actually. "Josif Er'dan," Clara confirms easily, grinning. "He really is a cheerful person, I have to agree," she adds approvingly, slipping an arm over Greer's shoulders. "I have a message for you from him at home. I'll deliver it tomorrow though. Tonight, I'm hereby not-ordering you both to go enjoy being home." She pauses a moment. "Scruffy?" Then a shake of her head. "Never mind. Tell me tomorrow, or something. I can track you down for dinner or whatnot."
Greer> Corian starts to steer Tarrant towards the elevator, even though she's going to use the stairs exit. "Come on, cha'trez," she murmurs. "Let us go upstairs and find warmth. We can deal with Scruffy later." Greer gets a vaguely startled look. Corian is moving slowly, so this is feasible. "Josif?" See, the mention of his reaction to Riley was enough, she didn't need a last name. "Oh, goodness, it has been -ages- since I have seen him. His hair is blue, now? How lovely." She flickers a smile to Clara, nodding. "I will come find you about the message, when I am awake." As opposed to when she's asleep, yeah.
Greer> "If he's a friend of Corian's I'm sure I will," Tarrant agrees with Greer, grinning in a bemused if rather dazed fashion. He's more than willing to be steered towards the elevator however, offering a vague wave to the others and murmuring in Millian. Whoops, there's a pause and he tries again. "Goodnight ladies, it's a good thing to see you both again."
Greer> Greer beams, and waves wildly. "Doctor Clara's right, it's Er'dan. Oh, you will, Tarrant, you will! You got lots in common with him." She wraps her arms around moose and toy store bag, grinning after the pair. "Good night! Don't let the bed bugs bite!"
Greer> Clara offers a wave after the couple as well, entirely thrilled to see them home despite the begrimed state. The gossip and details can wait till on the 'morrow though. "You and he are both children," she points out to Tarrant with a grin. "Shoo, both of you. Rest well," she calls after, then grins down at the girl. "Now you, implet, can help me pick up my books and let me walk you home, hmm?"
Greer> Corian murmurs a good night as well, though she pauses. "I thought we left the bugs behind," she murmurs, bemused, before stepping into the elevator. Really.
Greer> Corian walks towards the Spiraling Stairway.
Greer> Corian has left.
Greer> "Nope, just Scruffy," Tarrant sniffles and follows afterwards.
Greer> Tarrant walks towards the Spiraling Stairway.
Greer> Tarrant has left.
Greer> Greer peers after the couple, and giggles, albeit puzzledly, and she looks up at Clara. "What's Scruffy?" She grins sheepishly, and nods, turning to scoot across the floor after scattered books. "Okie dokie." Rescuing a tome from being kicked, she peers at its cover curiously, then goes after another one. "And Mama says Josif loves Corian too. Tarrant'll -really- like that. Everybody loves Corian. You suppose boys'll ever fall in love with me, Doctor Clara?" she inquires blithely.
Greer> Yes, it's another book of Clara's one vice aside from caffeine. She doesn't smoke, she rarely drinks, she doesn't carouse...she reads cheesy romance novels. She ambles about picking up the the variously scattered books like tacky-covered flowers, and chuckles. "Everyone likes Corian, yes dear. And Josif is a very good man, and I'm sure has only the nicest of intentions." Or Clara will shave his hair off. "I think maybe someday boys will like you, yes. It happens that way, you know."
Greer> Greer pauses to peer at the cover of one of the books, said cover depicting a Fabio-type flexing his pecs. Her nose wrinkles, and she shrugs and continues picking up books. "Not for a long time though! They're not allowed, not until I go to school and become a doctor and a SecOff and a teacher. And not until I'm forty, Mama said."
Greer> Clara pauses amidst scooping up a final book to blink at the girl, to her credit not dissolving into laughter. Never mind the brief, unrestrained snicker. "Forty? Oh, dear. Um, Greer? I'm not going to argue with your mother, but...well, let me just point out that I'm thirty, and I've been with Riley for nearly three years now."
Greer> Greer nods amiably, barely able to see over the stack of books she brings over to the doctor. "I know. But she said it was either that or shave my head and lock me in my room when I turn fifteen, and I -like- my hair." She sounds quite matter-of-fact about this- Tara was half-kidding, of course, but -Greer- doesn't know that.
Greer> Clara is kind and liberates the books from the girl, having rather less problems carrying them. "I like your hair too," she points out. "So it might just be better to go along with what she says, and just have boys for friends. I have lots of friends that are male," she adds, starting for the stairs at an easy pace.
Greer> Greer trots alongside, full of way too much youthful energy- between a trip to the bakery, and the candy shop, and seeing at least half of her idols tonight, she's very bouncy. "Me too! Well, some of 'em, anyhow. Boys are -weird-. G'ben's okay, but he says he's like my big brother, so he doesn't count. But there's Peter, and Burrgghh, and Bosto- they know I'm cute. I don't like Damian though. He's -mean-."
Greer> Clara walks towards the Spiraling Stairway.
Greer> Clara has left.
Greer> You move towards the Spiraling Stairway.
Greer> Spiraling Stairway
Greer> Contents:
Greer> Clara
Greer> Obvious exits:
Greer> First Floor <1> Second Floor <2> Third Floor <3> Fourth Floor <4>
Greer> Clara walks towards the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Greer> Clara has left.
Greer> You move towards the Second Floor Elevator Lounge.
Greer> You head towards the General Housing Hub.
Greer> General Housing Hub
Greer> Contents:
Greer> Clara
Greer> Obvious exits:
Greer> Elevator Lounge
Greer> Clara leads the way up towards general housing, grinning amiably, if a little sleepily. She's old, the energy is rather sapped. "G'ben's supposed to be like that, dear. He's a very nice boy, though. And if Damian is mean, then you should stay away from him and just play with who you like. But it's a good thing to be nice to everyone," she adds.
Greer> Greer frowns very slightly, and shakes her head. "I can't stay away from him. He's a bully. Somebody's got to watch out for the little kids." She grins, sending cute rays all over the place. "But I'm very, very nice. My teacher says so."
Greer> Now how can Clara argue in the face of such cuteness rays? She's meeeeelting! Aaaaurgh! "Well, so long as you stay out of trouble, dear. I don't want to have to go patching up that pretty little face of yours, you hear? And you are nice, I'll agree with your teacher."
Greer> The cute intensity goes up a notch automatically in the face of such semi-approval as Greer beams. "Oh, I don't get in trouble. Teacher knows what he's like." Her smile takes on a touch of evil, somehow staying cute. "Damien ever touches me, I'm gonna tell Mister Niko." -That- will take care of that, oh yeah. For that, she'd happily take a few stitches.
Greer> Clara stifles a snicker at the reaction, biting her lips to attempt to keep a straight face. "Niko would indeed probably have a word or two with the young man. I might myself for that matter," she adds. "But I'll leave it in your capable hands unless you feel we need to interfere, hmm?"
Greer> Greer nods, curtseying a little. "Just in case, Mama taught me how to do things the Navy taught 'er. Self-defense, you know? She did say not to take chances," the girl admits, casting a faintly guilty look toward the door to the suite she shares with her mother, then grins. "But I won't hesitate to tell somebody if I need help."
Greer> "Being prepared is -never- a bad thing," Clara agrees, obviously approving of self-defense training for girls. A woman who owns full battle-armor and a combat-grade blaster approve of that? Gee, what a surprise. "Being prepared and knowing when to ask for help can easily go together. It's just a matter of knowing your timing." She glances at the door as well with a hint of amusement. "It's way past your bedtime, isn't it sweetheart?"
Greer> Greer looks very glad- Mom and Doctor Clara agreeing -must- mean it's the right thing to do. That last comment, however, makes her blush, and she ducks her head, scuffling a toe against the carpeted floor. "Waaaaaaay past," she mumbles.
Greer> Clara would reach down to ruffle your hair at this point, but doesn't given that her arms are full. Instead, she grins benevolently and adds a wink into the deal. "Why don't you scamper off to sleep, hmm? I won't tell if you don't, but only so long as you get to bed on time tomorrow night."
Greer> Greer peeks up with a sheepish grin, nodding vigorously. "Deal!" Of course, she reaches to hug the doctor's waist, even if can't be returned. "Thanks Doctor Clara! You gotta sleep too! Don't let the bedbugs bite! Or Scruffy either." With a final grin, she turns to head in, already pulling her latest acquisition from the toy store bag- it's a Slinky. With -those- kind of stairs around here, how could she resist?
Greer> The lock on the door of K19 releases with a soft click.
