Canon update thread (OTA after his return)

[andrejkoscuisko]

Andrej at the hotel for a late lunch before returning to the clinic for the rest of the afternoon. Morning had been busy, not with patients, but with paperwork. Andrej had worked the schedule through the next month. He wasn't certain why he had bothered because there were so many holidays for the Earth people upcoming that changes were

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[lotoffreeyogurt]

Jesse was just coming down the stairs when he saw the man stumble through and lay there sobbing. He didn't know all the people that were there so he assumed this was a new transplant here. He walked over offering a hand up.

"You alright?"

[andrejkoscuisko]

Andrej's pair of security finally cleared the revolving door and moved to intercept the large, unknown man even as he extended a hand. Andrej registered the man's actions as non-hostile even in his state. He quickly held up a hand. His local security were not as ... prompt as his troops from Ragnarok but Andrej did not want any accidents.

"I. Am. Not. Alright." There was no need to be gratuitously rude. The man was obviously trying to help. Andrej wasn't certain how much he could manage at the moment. "I shall need some few minutes." It was the best he could do.

[lotoffreeyogurt]

Jesse stepped back at the security putting his hands up. There was no need to get physical even if he could possibly hold his own. "Alright just thought I'd help is all. No need for the goon squad here to get all violent." He said it in jest however watching. "I think one of the chairs might be a little more comfortable."

[andrejkoscuisko]

Goon squad? Despite himself, Andrej smirked. "This is not the goon squad, good gentle. They are not working today." He was not working today. Tyr Anasazi. He was diligent as a Chief of Security, yes, and competent. He was, however, accustomed to a more violent culture that was the norm in the village and reacted accordingly. It had undoubtedly kept Anasazi alive but could be, well, goonish.

"As for a chair, I suspect you are correct. But I had something of a shock and fell, you see. There was not a chair available."

[4th_survived]

Anne stiffled a yawn: work had steady with the fall decorations, but with studying it seemed like there weren't enough hours in the day.

She was headed from work to her room when she came across a rather uncomfortable scene. She had not seen a man like than since Henry had been told of his future.

Carefully, she walked over to where he knelt.

"Sir Audrej?" She called softly, gently shaking his shoulder.

[andrejkoscuisko]

Andrej looked toward the voice. The accent was unmistakable. It was Her Excellency Anne, or Anna. He could not allow her to see him like this. Only security was allowed to see this. At least they knew the lady and would not think anything was amiss.

"Your Excellency," Andrej managed. He leaned to kiss the air above her hand. It was a poor cover for his position seated on the lobby floor but they could pretend he had knelt to greet her. Yes, that was certainly what happened. Andrej knew he could not possibly have been openly weeping in such a public place. He rose with as much grace as he could manage. Security had reached him but he raised his hand to stay their inevitable questions. He would explain soon enough.

Turning back to the lady, Andrej paused. He could hardly give greeting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. What to say? Perhaps nothing would be necessary.

[4th_survived]

It was Henry all over again, only this time Anne felt that the look on his face was more than just injured pride..it rand deeper than that. The gesture was also incredibly formal, a contrast to his appearance-it all gave the impression of trying to regain dignity.

"Sir Andrej...it has been awhile, hasn't it." Lying didn't come that easy to her: reserving the truth yes, but not lying. This was different: she really hadn't seen him in a long while, not since Febuary. It was also a matter of keeping calm and trying to not draw attention.

[andrejkoscuisko]

Anne seemed to understand what he was doing. She was royalty after all. And anyone that had survived life with Henry Tudor was obviously a skilled social politician.

"Indeed it has," Andrej agreed. "Too long. Perhaps we could dine together? I was about to have midmeal. It is a bit late, I know, and rather abrupt." To invite a lady in such a way was not proper, but he waived toward the restaurant at the side of the lobby. It was not as if they would be dining privately. But that gave him an idea. "Although perhaps you would consider dining with me soon, more formally." Not just as a meeting by accident to cover embarrassment. Andrej was behaving badly. He hope Anna would excuse him.