Brother Vesperus isn't much for the blue sending crystal he keeps in his pocket. Moreover, he certainly doesn't often avail himself of it in order to announce his intent to drop in—less a strategic matter of ambushes being most effective when they are a surprise, and more (it would seem) that the man acts with a very particular definition of the word 'impulsiveness.'
For example, the inciting point of this visit has been itching at the back of his mind for some days—some weeks, maybe, if one were to account for certain undone timelines. But it's a public request over the crystal that serves to clarify its shape in the mind. Then, with the reliable pacing of a metronome counter and as if he had planned it all beforehand, the rest falls naturally into place: he pulls the three texts most relevant to his translation work from the Gallows' library; he does not yet cut the most relevant pages from them, but he wants to have them to hand in case doing so becomes necessary; he spends an hour organizing all the Riftwatch work at his desk in the Diplomacy workrooms into a reasonably tidy arrangement, helpfully annotating this sheaf or that with the most pressing details should someone else find themself responsible for them; next—
He appears in the doorway of the Project Haven office, predictably suddenly and just as reliably gaunt and grim in appearance. Obviously, he has a thick stack of paper with him.
This is what office hours are for.
"Derrica. We should go over some of my notes if you have time."
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For example, the inciting point of this visit has been itching at the back of his mind for some days—some weeks, maybe, if one were to account for certain undone timelines. But it's a public request over the crystal that serves to clarify its shape in the mind. Then, with the reliable pacing of a metronome counter and as if he had planned it all beforehand, the rest falls naturally into place: he pulls the three texts most relevant to his translation work from the Gallows' library; he does not yet cut the most relevant pages from them, but he wants to have them to hand in case doing so becomes necessary; he spends an hour organizing all the Riftwatch work at his desk in the Diplomacy workrooms into a reasonably tidy arrangement, helpfully annotating this sheaf or that with the most pressing details should someone else find themself responsible for them; next—
He appears in the doorway of the Project Haven office, predictably suddenly and just as reliably gaunt and grim in appearance. Obviously, he has a thick stack of paper with him.
This is what office hours are for.
"Derrica. We should go over some of my notes if you have time."