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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 8, 2010 0:47:46 GMT -5
Petunia downed her drink in record time. The burning made her shudder as she carefully put the glass down. One day she would understand how badly she failed at holding her liquor and stop trying to subject herself to it. Maybe.
The canine mix blinked a few extra times as Helena spoke. It took a moment for things to properly register as she ignored the burning sensation of the alcohol. "Yes, they would have plenty of books on rabbits, but most of them would be children books. It's not a popular thing to study in most institutions."
She gave a small sigh. There was another option though. "There are private collections that would be far more extensive. Since my major was so broad I had to hunt down a few and uh... my mother actually helped with an extensive mythology collection relating to Rabbits, Cats, and other mystical creatures. I can give you a few people to look up if you like."
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Post by Bee on Nov 11, 2010 0:17:56 GMT -5
Helena bubbled with excitement--and booze, probably. Definitely. She would probably even grab the children's books. Stuff that was supposed to sound silly could often give some true to life insight--and Helena didn't much mind exposing herself to the possible scorn and ridicule of any Esterberries present. Partly because she was accustomed to derision and partly because she felt she should absorb anything that might even be remotely able to help her help her Rabbit.
"Oh I'd love that," she said. She realized sadly that she was out of another drink and then she became happy again at the thought of ordering another. Was that a good idea? Of course it was. It always was. "Simmy would love it too. Maybe you'll even be in the area again! And we can--" she gestured about broadly, words escaping her for a moment before she dragged them back from the fog--"kick back or something."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 11, 2010 0:58:33 GMT -5
The alcohol was slowly making its way through her system. She was starting to feel a bit woozie but... perhaps she could handle another drink? She stared down at her glass. Was that such a good idea when she had work tomorrow? Did she actually care?
"I will write that down for you while I can still see straight," she said with a small nod. She just needed to stay sober and coherent for a little longer. Her eyebrows rose at the prospect of actually meeting up with the woman again. That would be spectacular. Maybe she could somehow pull something off? "That would be great. If you give my Mom a bit of advanced notice I'm sure I could visit you and show you some of the various sights. And I imagine I could get you into some of the restricted sections. They're a bit uh... picky about outsiders. It's better if you have someone from the region with you."
When the next round of drinks were ordered she asked politely for pencil and some paper so she could give the canine the proper information.
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Post by Bee on Nov 11, 2010 13:29:04 GMT -5
Ah yes, scorn and derision usually came from snobbery, didn't they? Her perception of her companion--such a nice and helpful person, and not at all an asshole--certainly wouldn't be the general makeup of everyone else. She didn't want anything to keep her away from vital information. She nodded.
At some point she must have ordered another drink, for she had one in her hand. She made a delighted sound and took a long drink. Then she had a thought.
"Hey," she said, suddenly amused, "you should write down your name, too." Namelessness was fine for one-night stands but when you want to be friends with people, and work with them, she thought it was probably for the best if you had something to call them other than "Hey you!" Or maybe the girl had already told her, and she'd forgotten in her growing inebriation. She searched her memory. That did not seem to be true. There was no hint of a name lurking anywhere. "Might make it easier to find you."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 11, 2010 15:06:13 GMT -5
Penny was poised to scribble down the information when the woman spoke to her. For a moment she looked confused. Had she not mentioned her name earlier? Then she tried to remember what the woman had said her name was. Huh. Had they managed to skip introductions or was she losing it?
"Right. A name would be a good thing. My names Petunia," she shuddered slightly. She hated her name, but her father thought it was so terribly cute that her mom simply went with it. At least her mother had been nice enough to come up with her nickname. "But most people call me Penny. And suits help me, did you tell me your name? I think the alcohol is getting to me."
When the woman responded she would take the pen in her mouth and jot down the name on her paw. Hopefully the pen would stay. She might have to walk home on three legs just in case. Once she was sure that the proper name was written down on her paw she jotted down the rest of the information Helena needed to know. It was actually surprisingly neat script. Perhaps it was due to the years of being smacked with rulers by a variety of school teachers?
Setting down the pen with a grin she slid the note over to Helena. "There you go! Addresses, names, and a book you might be able to find outside of Esterberry. Now.... should we have another toast?"
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Post by Bee on Nov 11, 2010 19:45:31 GMT -5
She supposed if she were a Petunia she would want to go by Penny too, but in the grand scheme of things she didn't think it too ridiculous a name--at least, compared to some she had run into. She was a flower. That was something.
"I don't think I gave it out," Helena said, answering her inquiry. At least it was something neither of them had done rather than Penny minding her manners and Helena forgetting to. "It's Helena."
Another toast? She was really beginning to like the way this woman thought. She accepted the note of information--her handwriting was much nicer than Helena's had been in animal form, which she supposed was the rigors of a lifetime of formal education--and raised her glass again.
"I don't suppose you have any other plans for the night? I like to keep good company when I find it. Even Simcha likes you!" Well, wasn't making nearly so much fuss as she might have made, anyway. That was a good sign!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 11, 2010 20:23:01 GMT -5
"Oh? The face that launched a thousand ships? That's a perfect name for you," she said with a small grin. At least her parents gave her a nice name from classic literature. And she was certainly pretty enough to wear it well.
She downed her own drink by taking the cup in her mouth and tilting her head back. She never thought she would enjoy getting drunk again--especially after her jaw was broken. This was great though.
While setting the glass down one of her eyebrows perked at the question. Plans? Did that mean she wanted to hang around a bit longer. The canine mix's tail flopped in a half wag. "I'm completely free for the night. That's the best part about my job--when I have a day off no one bothers me in the slightest."
Not like she was that well established in her position anyway. She still had a long ladder to climb if she was going to make it as a police officer. Of course she was too light headed to really think about the serious things in her life right now.
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Post by Bee on Nov 11, 2010 20:52:15 GMT -5
Helena gave a wide, relaxed smile, warmed by alcohol and the compliment. She was glad that Penny had time to waste with her.
She was curious about this job thing. Odd as it was for her to see an Esterberry around this part of town, it seemed rather more odd to conceive of one working in Capital City at all. She wasn't sure why she had that impression. She thought maybe they'd all be happier in Esterberry, with pure, unfiltered academia, and no one to bother their study time. But if there was one strange thing about Penny, why shouldn't there be two?
Maybe it was a library or something? She couldn't imagine someone bothering a librarian on their day off. There was nothing that critical to rush back for and besides, it would just be rude. Come quickly, some miscreant put the military history textbooks among the deep ocean predators!
"Oh? Where do you work?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 12, 2010 20:31:00 GMT -5
Petunia was far from the "normal" Esterberry in quite a few aspects. From her non-specific degree to her job of choice, to her awkward appearance, she was everything an Esterberry shouldn't be. Though she was intelligent and capable, which was at least something.
The diamond lowered her voice when she answered the question, "The police station." She didn't want to catch anyone's attention, and she was certain that some people would want to kick her ass. She looked down at her empty glass for a moment before looking back at Helena. "I was never one for criminal justice in school, but things are handled differently in the City."
Hopefully Helena would simply assume that she was just a secretary and not an actual Officer. Helena didn't look like the type to get into too much trouble, but some people were touchy on the subject matter.
The canine mix ordered another drink, one slightly less potent than the last.
"So, are you a super model?"
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Post by Bee on Nov 12, 2010 23:55:52 GMT -5
The police station, eh? An interesting line of work, whatever her job might entail. Maybe she worked in dispatch? Clerical? Maybe she was a boss. Or, since she was not forthcoming with details, maybe some kind of...undercover operative? Maybe that's what an Esterberry like that was doing in a place like this.
All right, this spelled the onset of drunkenness.
"That must be exciting," she said, earnestly. Though whatever it was, it was probably too dangerous for her tastes. Unless it was really just filing. She preferred her forecast for the day to not include a chance of death. It was just a thing she had.
She gave a short, amused giggle at the suggestion. "You'd better be careful with your words," she said. "In my gently inebriated state I might start reading things into them." She finished off yet another glass. "But no, not really. I, uh--I'm not really up to snuff for that line of work, obviously." She turned a little red at a sudden memory. It was pleasant but kind of weird to share. "I've done some work for a couple of artists, though. I actually don't--have a job."
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