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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 1, 2010 19:03:30 GMT -5
She ran down the list of supplies she needed one last time. Really she would have preferred to stay in Corvistowne so she didn't have to deal with the helter skelter of the city. The brightly colored and well tended to buildings, the people running around like chickens without direction... it was all so overwhelming if she didn't try to focus on the task at hand. Bailee sighed at the list. She had forgotten several things and still had no luck finding her blasted supplier. They worked out of the city, and it should have been simple to find such a large supplier. Of course nothing was ever simple. There were plenty of options. She could suck it up and actually wait back in Corviestowne for her supplier to contact her. That meant she had to deal with angry customers. She could wander around for a few more hours and try to make sense of the directions. That would just make her grumpier than she was now. She could actually stop to ask someone if they knew where her supplier could possible be... Admitting weakness in the city was one of the last things she wanted to do. Oh well, she would just have to look for someone who looked willing to help her. Putting on the nicest expression she possibly could, she started to look for someone who had the vibe of "helpful" written all over them. Perhaps they would find her first? |
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Post by Callypso on Oct 2, 2010 2:48:01 GMT -5
 (( Hope you don't mind!! It's a little dramatic, but I'm in the mood! w00t w00t )) Iso was irritated, which seemed to be her default mood these days. It was unsurprising, really, considering her research had gone absolutely nowhere. Her laboratory was as yet unfinished- why, oh why was that so impossible in this wretched city? Not only was she resigned to work in a substandard foundry, she was also suffering the unwanted surges of feelings that were the by-product of her unfortunate encounter with a patient. A patient. And she had somehow saddled herself with an apprentice – assistant – babysitting!!! Then there was the noise and bustle and incompetence of the city and Capital dwellers as a whole. It was more than she could bear. Ugh. Self-medication wasn’t what it used to be, either. (Not that she would it call it that… surely not…) It seemed that she was moody regardless of her attempts to curtail the tides of emotion that were endlessly washing over her. It was even poetic, which she hated. She felt… wrong. There were no words for it. Her skin prickled and she felt constantly anxious. For some reason her daily grind wasn’t satisfying. But she bristled against acknowledging even that thought. So she was busying her day with purchasing various paraphernalia, even though she had coordinated all her affairs so that menial tasks would be done for her, and had Joel around to boot. The ferret told herself that what she was doing was absolutely necessary. The doctor ambled distractedly down the cobbled streets, trapped in her thoughts. The woman could scarcely process the stream of information that flittered by – shop names, available items, what was scribbled on her to-do list… Yet something made her pause for a moment. She blinked slowly, paused, then turned her head ever so slightly backwards. Oddly enough, it had been an incredibly long time since she had intereacted with another Corvie. Well, an adult that is. Joel had the curiosity, persistence and drive, but it just wasn’t the same all-encompassing passion that a well-seasoned Corvistownian had. She wasn’t even that fond of her own Realm, considering the questionable ethics that most of them had. But somehow she was… missing… the familiarity of it all. The city was beginning to break her, though she couldn’t admit it- would try her damndest not to. Iso tensed ever-so-slightly and a gentle frown graced her countenance. No one was worth interrupting her momentum, not for anything... |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 2, 2010 17:32:18 GMT -5
The canine scanned the crowd. It was a sea of people who were too busy finding their way in life to help someone else find their way. And there was a surprising lack of her own region in this area. Perhaps she was in the entirely wrong district? That would explain why she was utterly lost.
And then she caught a blurry image of a Corvie in the corner of her sight. Her head snapped around rather quickly so she wouldn't lose sight of them. Perhaps someone from her own region would be more willing to help?
They looked a little miffed at second look. Should she bother someone who looked as if they were going to kick a metaphorical puppy in the rear? Did she have that many options at this point? It was probably better incurring the wrath of a complete stranger than looking horribly lost for hours on end.
"Excuse me!" she called out as she trotted after the other Corvie.
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Post by Callypso on Oct 2, 2010 18:08:41 GMT -5
She had just made up her mind to keep walking and had managed to make it a few steps away before a voice rang out. Somehow, she knew it was meant for her and paused mid-step while weighing her options. The doctor didn’t know whether to be delighted that her attentions were needed (though she immediately chided herself for entertaining the stirrings of pride), or irritated that some stranger had interrupted her with the belief that their time was more valuable than hers. She felt the odd sensation of being pulled in two directions and was paralyzed with indecision.
Finally, her practiced indifference and self-discipline took over and chose to side with practicality. If the other Corvie turned out to be visiting, chances are her mother would know them from home. Iso had never been able to figure out how her mother had managed to be overbearing, dictatorially controlling at home and still maintain an impressive rolodex of everyone within the Realm’s borders and rapport with all her immediate neighbors. The frequent snarky letters from home were bad enough (they had a habit it of being transported from the mailbox directly into the nearest trash receptacle) – she didn’t want to tempt a personal visit rife with screeching accusations of neglect to the “family name”. Ugh.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to ground herself and turned around to display her usual cool mask of detachment. The woman wore what she was sure was intended to be a pleasant look, but even Iso could sense the barely-veiled business-like demeanor underneath. Perhaps this wasn’t going to take up too much time, after all.
Yes? Can I help you?
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 2, 2010 19:04:36 GMT -5
Bailee paused for a moment. Perhaps she should turn around now and save herself the trouble? Of course she had already opened her mouth and the woman standing in front of her would expect her to say something.
"If you're not too busy I could use your help. I'm looking for my medical supplier and it would seem that I've gotten the wrong directions. I don't frequent the city as often as I should, though, so I could just be turned around." She pulled the piece of paper from her pack to double check the name of the street she needed to be on. "You wouldn't happen to know where 8th street is?"
She crossed her nonexistent fingers that she could at least be pointed in the right direction. It would be nice not having to wander around aimlessly as she hoped for to best. And maybe she could get directions to a few more places if this woman was willing?
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Post by Callypso on Oct 3, 2010 18:56:36 GMT -5
Her face remained somewhat removed as she studied the woman, who appeared to hesitate now that she’d had Iso’s notice. Really, now? The canine had the nerve to bother her and now this? She could feel the twitch that threatened to wrinkle her nose in her habitual show of displeasure, however she resisted the urge and waited to be addressed.
After only a brief moment (thank suits), the stranger voiced her needs. Though Iso appeared to listen attentively (as much as a disinterested person could manage, anyway), but she was silently congratulating herself – though she didn’t much care for self-congratulations, either. The woman was a visitor and it would only be to her detriment not to help her. Perhaps they held similar interests. She could very much use an intelligent conversation- yet another item in which the Capital was deficient.
Iso furrowed her brows in thought as she mulled over the request. Truth be told, she was questioning whether the Corvie was referring to medical supplies or medical supplies. Not everyone from her realm had… complications... the way she had. She hated the idea of censoring herself since she never bothered to, but the threat of her mother somehow finding out was enough of an incentive. Her nose wrinkled despite itself, which would no doubt confuse the stranger.
Medical supplies, did you say? I do know of a few shops, though the shop type will certainly depend on the nature of the items you seek. What exactly do you need?
It was as neutral a comment as she wanted to bother with, and hopefully the woman would understand what she meant by her choice of words. Then again, it wouldn’t be her problem if Iso sent her toward the wrong establishments by mistake, now would it?
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 3, 2010 20:09:45 GMT -5
Bailee blinked. She was a little surprised by the ferret's response, as it didn't particularly correlate with what she had spoken. Apparently people in the city had problems hearing properly. Or perhaps it was just the wonderful person she happened to pick. It wouldn't be unusual to run into someone from her region who had an inflated ego. She probably should have poked an Esterberry. They at least gave accurate information when they had their heads out of their asses.
"Actually I said I was looking for my supplier," she gave the ferret the brightest smile she possibly could. "Ada's Supplies happens to be the name, and I know they're located somewhere in the city. You see it's difficult for me to develop opiates in my lab to supply my Pharmacy and they happen to have pushed the shipment of my order back. I need to go and have a nice conversation with them so my customers don't kill me."
Not like this woman would care. She just felt like elaborating so she didn't feel like a complete idiot for poking someone who may be a drug dealer. "Though if you happen to know a specialist in toxins I'd appreciate being pointed in their general direction."
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Post by Callypso on Oct 4, 2010 1:32:19 GMT -5
Iso quirked an eyebrow at the canine. Supplies, suppliers… it was all the same to her. Place an order with whatever organization and eventually it would show up at your doorstep. If it didn’t, well, that was a mistake on the supplier’s part and they would be sorry for it. Still, if the woman wanted to busy herself with insignificant intricacies that was her business. She had no loyalty to one business or another. If they failed to provide, it was time to move on.
The ferret didn’t much care for the overzealous smile offered by the stranger, nor the unnecessary extended explanation. She was not a fool by any means and didn’t appreciate being treated as if all her faculties weren’t in check. Iso decided to humor the woman and assume there was just a misunderstanding. For her mother's sake...
Ada’s Supplies? Why didn’t you say so? They’re a mere three blocks down from the central Bazaar courtyard and to the right. I’m not surprised that you’ve found their services lacking- they are notorious for late shipments and confusing their orders. There’s a rumor floating around the medical community that they are suspected of, ah, misappropriating certain provisions. A discussion with the manager might prove pertinent, though you might be better off requesting a refund. Perhaps you would prefer to be directed elsewhere for your needs?
It was much more information than she had ever offered anyone at first glance, however, there was that nagging feeling that she ought to treat another Corvie with a higher level of respect than she might a different person. One never knew when one required a favor from someone of her Realm. She was undoubtedly feeling a little tense from the sharp interaction, however, it was nice to speak with someone who wasn’t entirely incompetent… so far.
Toxins? It’s not my particular area of expertise, unless it pertains to my own research – she paused – muscle regeneration. I do know of one or two small pharmaceutical shops that might provide your stores, though if they are unable to they’ll advise you otherwise.
Once again, the ferret presented further instruction than she was usually inclined, however, there was also potential that the women’s interests might coincide, which could possibly result in a fortuitous academic enterprise for them both.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 4, 2010 13:53:20 GMT -5
Bailee wasn't particularly sure if she liked this Corvie or not. It was hard to gauge her on a scale. At least she was willing to give her directions now. The canine's nose wrinkled at the comment concerning Ada's. "I've b een using them for years, and this is the first time they've wronged me."
Misappropriating provisions? She hoped that was just a silly rumor. She liked to do things within the realm of the legally accepted morals non-Corvistowne's seemed to have. It gave her business a good reputation, and she normally was able to acquire goods at a discounted price because of it. If their reputation was being called into question her business might be as well.
Even if she did do shady things on the side, she liked to keep her pharmacy clean and her experiments in her underground lab where they belonged.
"Muscle regeneration?" the canine parroted, "By what means? Do you use solutions, physical therapy, or something else entirely? I imagine some of the stores you frequent could be interesting to take a gander at. If you would be willing to direct me there as well it would be greatly appreciated."
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Post by Callypso on Oct 4, 2010 17:05:09 GMT -5
It might have interested Bailee to know that her thoughts mirrored Iso’s own. She found the canine intriguing, though she wasn’t entirely sure that the attitude was solicited (never mind that the ferret’s was a little heavy-handed as well).
Her eyebrows raised in genuine surprised at the other woman’s admitted frequent patronization of Ada’s Supplies. It was a wonder that she had stayed with them for so long, but perhaps word of their indiscretions hadn’t quite made it to Corvistowne yet. Then again, Iso wasn’t exactly known for keeping up with current events – the information might be fresher than she had realized.
Perhaps they’ve decided to, ah branch out into other ventures? The news might not have reached Corvistowne as of yet, though the city professionals I’ve contacted of late are in agreement that they’ll take their business elsewhere. Unless, of course, that sort of thing doesn’t bother you?
Iso gave a very mild shrug, indicating that it mattered not to her what the stranger’s ethics were with regards to purchasing goods. Iso herself had participated in questionable transactions, but her opinion was that as long as it didn’t affect the integrity of her work or bode ill for her patients, what was the harm? There was also the plain fact of the matter that morality was a grey area for most Corvies.
Yes, muscle regeneration. I use a variety of methods depending the section of the body I’m researching. Currently I’m attempting to develop a solution that, once injected into the body, will increase the body’s collagen production so that the tissue will mend within a few days rather than several weeks or more. The trick is ensuring that the scar tissue align and join with the original to prevent re-injury.
Despite herself, Iso couldn’t help but warm to the topic at hand. If she loved anything, it was her work, and the twinkle that crept into her eyes would be almost impossible to notice. It was wonderful being able to discuss her work with someone, even if it wasn’t their area of study. She felt the long-absent enthusiasm returning; it had seemingly vanished in the several months she had inhabited the city. Perhaps running into the other Corvie wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.
If you’re not pressed for time I could introduce you to my preferred markets? She paused and made a decision she hoped she wouldn’t regret and offered a paw to the stranger. (And whether she would admit it to herself or not, she could really use the company.)
Dr. Iaso Price, but Iso will suffice. What application of toxins do you find yourself in?
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