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Post by Bee on Jun 17, 2010 19:12:53 GMT -5
 Phaedra had just procured a cup of coffee--a sickeningly sweet brew to which she had immediately added more sugar--and was feeling quite content. She had even gotten to chew out the barista over the horrific misspelling of the word "latte" on the chalkboard, which was just bad business, as Phaedra had informed the girl quite vehemently. How could anyone take them seriously as a coffee establishment, after all, if they couldn't even spell one of the most basic items on the menu correctly? Phaedra had harried the girl so badly that she had near driven her to tears, and the girl had given her the coffee for free and begged to be left alone to think about the error of her ways. She planned on expanding her personal sense of satisfaction by drinking this coffee in a library. The scent of coffee and books in tandem was essentially the most wonderful thing in the world. Nothing was going to pull her mood down, not even the pinkish Corvie with needles in her who was clearly a drug-addict. "Heroin kills," she told the girl, primly and in passing, and marched along. |
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Post by Callypso on Jun 18, 2010 0:20:40 GMT -5
 Iso had been unable to focus, again. Her rationalizations continued to include her recent move (wait… it had been a few months, certainly?), her inability to renovate her laboratory to her exact standards, and the chance interrogations from the authorities that had interrupted her work far more often than not. Frankly, it was annoying - though the ferret had chalked it up to incompetence and inability to dismiss her brother’s… situation… that could easily be cleared as delusion and suicidal tendencies. Really, if they had looked at the lab at all they would have understood… The doctor stiffened slightly before continuing on her way through the bazaar. She had had no intention of thinking of her brother. As it was, he was an all-too-frequent visitor to her unwanted dreams. Really, there must have been a residual substance in the walls for him to appear as frequently as he had. She ought to consider hiring a contractor to inspect that - and Grandpapa Tonka… No. She was going out. Her lab had once again proved inadequate and she was embarking on a brisk excursion to the contemporary… thrills... of the time, i.e. a local café. It was not to be helped; she supposed she needed to make an appearance from time to time to discourage the locals from formulating ignorant assumptions about her work and ”her kind” as particular city-dwellers so… delicately put it… She had ordered a coffee… black. The doctor was going to add some crème, to be sure, but all this nonsense with the type of milk, and various fructose or sucrose additives… And then the little winged thing decided to attempt an uneducated sarcastic barb towards her..Oh, Iso had noticed her. It was extremely difficult to miss an Esterberry of such great Self-Importance (ha, she fancied herself informed) that she had taken it upon herself to berate a barista to the point of tears and then, for the love of Suits, to drown whatever she had ordered with, what she estimated, to be a near half-cup of sugar. Disgusting. Luckily for the glider, the ferret was well-versed in suppressing involuntary/physical reactions (otherwise she would have certainly given a hearty chuckle), and merely wrinkled her nose toward the unfortunately oblivious creature. Ah, the pre-diabetic speaks so succinctly!
Mmm, the pills she had downed prior to her departure from her incomplete workspace had left her in quite the rare form! |
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Post by Bee on Jun 18, 2010 1:01:20 GMT -5
Phaedra looked over her shoulder with an annoyed frown and quirk of an eyebrow. She considered issuing her retort in this manner just to demonstrate to the Corvie how little she cared, but then decided to face the girl and thus give off the full force of her disdain.
"For your general edification," she said, politely, "I would like to inform you that my species is well-adapted to sugar consumption, and I've very little cause to fear for my health. I get adequate sleep and am well within the acceptable weight range for a being of my size." Though she had seen a couple of ignorant, belligerent fellows who had called her fat on account of her flaps of skin, and had simply refused to assimilate the concept that they were there for flight, not because she liked doughnuts. She loathed drunk people. "But thank you for your concern."
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Post by Callypso on Jun 22, 2010 0:13:22 GMT -5
Oh, that was a look, wasn't it? Interesting. And then there was the pause before the Esterberry turned to "edify" yet another unfortunate soul as to how the world really worked. Please. Iso managed to keep her face blank, save for her muzzle which twitched with the urge to wrinkle yet again.
Iso was loathe to generalize, but this glider was a typical [sad] stereotype of the realm. One would think that two Cards of their respective realms would mesh nicely, considering their similar scholarly endeavors. Iso, however, opined that Esterberries spent too much time with their noses in books. Education was well and good, but mere textual immersion did not compete with real experience. This Card was under the false impression that reading about something meant she actually understood it. Ha. The Club before her was obviously delusional from inhaling the mold from one too many musty tomes.
She had also made the grievous error of lecturing the Corvie in medicinal manners.
Adaptation toward consumption is quite different from over-indulgence. No concern, just a physician's observation. As a medical professional I'd say you were due for a limbic realignment. Your temperament could use some severe adjustment.
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Post by Bee on Jun 22, 2010 12:01:48 GMT -5
So this one called herself a physician! Phaedra was more wary of Corvie "doctors" than she was almost any other type of Corvie; whereas ordinary doctors occasionally said something like "Let's leech them a little and see if that helps", Corvie doctors had the bright idea to stand up and say "Let's take out ALL the blood and see if that helps!" It hadn't. People died. She was willing to grant competence to a few of them. But the fact that they existed amongst so much nuttery made her less than trusting.
Limbic realignment? What did this Corvie want to go poking around in her brain for? "Everything upstairs is functioning exceptionally well, thank you. If you're trying to hunt down a target for a new experiment, I suggest you look elsewhere. My temperament," she continued, acerbically, "though some might call it choleric, is in no need of repair."
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Post by Callypso on Jun 22, 2010 13:57:32 GMT -5
If Iso had been able to peer into the glider’s mind she would have been more exacerbated than she was already. Luckily, the woman’s following words were a neat allusion to her prior thoughts. A normal Card would have bristled at the insinuation but the ferret’s eyes only slightly narrowed. If anyone in the café had had telepathic tendencies, surely they would have given a hearty chuckle as the two strangers fought prejudice with prejudice.
The doctor absolutely detested the suggestion that all Corvies were maniacal quacks bent on wrecking havoc on any and all unfortunate passers-by, yet she knew there were plenty of her kin that had certainly earned the reputation for the realm. Still, the woman’s words had been quite provoking. Iso wasn’t very interested in defending the collective esteem of her realm; the personal attack, though, was reprehensible and in need of amendment.
Even if I were the sort to experiment, I very much doubt I would find anything of value in such a distorted psyche. It was a base invective, to be sure, but the temptation to retaliate was too strong at the moment.
Choleric? Surely that is a mild portrayal at best, and with that Iso pointedly turned her head in the direction of the register. There, a certain barista was now sobbing hysterically into the arms of what appeared to be the supervisor while their colleagues glared forcefully at the sugar-glider while exchanging none-too-subtle comments from behind curled paws.
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Post by Bee on Jun 22, 2010 14:46:45 GMT -5
Phaedra glanced in the direction that the Corvie was nodding at. Ah, the terrible barista. Ah, the terrible barista's nattering compatriots. In the excitement, if one may phrase it so, of running into a difficult Corvie, she had dismissed the events of a few minutes ago as irrelevant to her life. But now that she was back on the subject--if the girl was incapable of handling a bit of criticism, Phaedra thought she might like to acquire for herself a less stressful position, such as a comfortable doormat.
"That is some rather unprofessional blubbering," she said, thoughtfully. "If I were that girl's supervisor I would at least take her in back so as not to bother the customers."
She considered telling the woman that she was merely offering a diagnosis for her traits, not attempting to establish the degree to which she had them; that would really just be her being difficult; but sometimes it felt good to be difficult, and on that she made her decision and went ahead and told her.
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Post by Callypso on Jun 22, 2010 17:53:42 GMT -5
The ferret actually allowed herself to quirk an eyebrow. Socially inadequate and awkward as she was (really, though, she wasn’t the problem- all these useless organized niceties- ugh), even Iso was able to correlate the current atmosphere to a single event: the Esterberry’s arrival. Distasteful as interpersonal interactions tended to be, it was still possible to minimize contact without causing harm. (Iso was a prime example- she frequently performed thusly.) There was something amiss about this woman. Perhaps a psychological assessment would be of better use in this situation…
A predictable outcome to an unnecessary, perverse berating.
The barista had had a pleasant demeanor, if not dull and rather ordinary. The simple thing was only a server, after all, and had performed her task as expected: took the order, received coin for the item, returned change and delivered the beverage in a timely fashion. Iso could not recall any failure to comply with what she would presume to be the responsibilities of such a position.
Iso permitted herself to roll her eyes at the glider’s next spritely little quip. The woman was mad.
Authentication is clearly superfluous in this scenario. Testimony from our fellow patrons would be evidence enough.
The doctor narrowed her eyes and peered almost inquisitively at the glider. An examination would probably be in the Esterberry’s best interest, though she would certainly not be the physician for that task. Unless, of course, it was requested of her. The Corvie was now equally curious and disturbed by the unconscious vindictiveness of the creature before her.
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Post by Bee on Jun 23, 2010 12:59:31 GMT -5
"I hardly think that will be necessary," Phaedra said, dryly. Perverse, did she say? Surely there was nothing perverse about trying to get a person to do their job better. If anything, it was a public service. "Are you a medical doctor or a psychologist?"
She had the sudden, curious feeling she was being examined--the woman looked rather intent. But she supposed that doctors--or, possibly, "doctors"--tended to do that as a matter of course. Perhaps the Corvie was trying to guess from an external evaluation which of her organs would be most suitable for harvesting once she murdered her.
Oh my! Her thoughts had taken a distinctly morbid turn. This Corvie did seem well-spoken and deliberate. If she were dancing mad, she did a better job at hiding it than most of her region, who wore their crazy like a hat. Still. Best not to trust her.
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Post by Callypso on Jun 23, 2010 14:35:27 GMT -5
This was not at all going as expected, then again, she was attempting to illustrate wrong-doing to a deranged Card. Of course the addled Esterberry could not comprehend her subtle remarks. Iso had fallen prey to the communicative tango she despised most, failing to voice her concerns in favor of skillful discretion. Ugh! Clearly, tact was not doing her any favors.
That barista’s maladies are the direct result of your unsavory mannerisms. She may not be an exemplary employee, but she satisfied what was expected of her- yet you menaced her into convulsions. That did not seem to quell your insidious rampage, and thus you turned your abuse toward another- me. That sort of behavior is nothing short of sociopathic. I am medical doctor and am astonished you haven’t yet been committed for being a danger to society.
She delivered her diatribe calmly, in a dangerously cold voice which would probably invoke more trepidation than had she screamed or gestured wildly. The Corvie was not a passionate person (at least not in this situation- luckily that sort of nonsense only overcame her during medical endeavors), but the tone suggested agitation and disbelief. This woman was in absolute denial about her decorum.
Mad.
Though, Iso grudgingly admitted to herself, she had an eloquent enough vocabulary.
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