★ open

[pathologise]

Who: adrienne peters + open
When: through december
Where: free cities
What: day-to-day life things
Warnings: maybe some medical talk

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★ cadens art museum

[pathologise]

( somehow despite having visited several of the museums previously she'd missed this one. perhaps it had been because everything seemed overwhelming, perhaps it was some of her reluctance in looking too far. she'd been in the free cities for two months now and whilst a lot still seemed very strange adrienne felt like she had a more solid ground underneath her.

she tends to stop in the exhibits, looking more from the centre of the room than closer at each piece, sometimes sitting if there's an option to. adrienne likes the feel of things, how it makes her feel rather than technique and... really she appreciates rather than knows any technical skill.

even if she does listen to some of the conversation around her, amused by some of the commentary and (to herself, really) says quietly-- )

I wouldn't have thought of that.

[theidlemaiden]

[ With the upcoming Festival of Enlightenment and plans to execute her and Jesper's ideas, Hilda had taken to the Art Museum for inspiration. She wanted to see what had been done before, see if there were any elements that they could use in their creations that might resonate with the public of Cadens and win hearts so to speak.

The display ahead of her is of particular interest. An exhibit of fashions since gone by that have since taken on a new, artful form meant more for display than anything else. As she slides up to the display, she spots a familiar figure. Immediately she brightens peering around the woman. ]

We really have to stop meeting like this. I don't want to give you the wrong impression that I spent all my time in museums.

[pathologise]

It's a good impression to give.

( she smiles at her, turning her attention back to the display. she'd made a wrong turn in finding this display, never having looked at fashion in a museum before but she was actually finding it more interesting than adrienne ever would have expected )

Museums can offer a lot... even if it's a welcome break from the day.

( and she could fool herself for a little while into forgetting about magic and being somewhere else whilst appreciating art. or apparently clothes. it gave her ideas of fashion shows she'd never paid attention to before looking at the display in front of her )

[theidlemaiden]

Well as long as it's a good impression then I guess it's fine. 

[ But what Hilda really wants to say is that she'd rather avoid giving people the impression that she's the sort to enjoy museums that aren't related to fashion or anything remotely close to educational. Being a nerd wasn't a bad thing, but most of the things in museums typically went in one ear and out the other when Hilda was concerned. ]

How have you been settling in? [ There's a hint of teasing in her voice. ] Are you working on getting that coffee shop started? 

[pathologise]

( there's a small laugh at hilda's comment before adrienne shakes her head slightly )

There was never going to be a coffee shop.

( sadly. adrienne wishes there were but she certainly wasn't the person to do it )

I'm trying to find out more about medicine here. In between visiting museums.

[theidlemaiden]

I was going to say that I think you're definitely in the wrong place to learn about medicine.

[ Hilda knows that's not what she means but it's fun to tease and keep up silly pretences all the same. Her gaze slips to the robust set up in front of her. She can see why it went out of fashion. Big hoops skirts could get heavy, not to mention cumbersome. ]

Unless you count fashion medicine for some people's souls. Because then I may agree with you.

[ Turning her gaze back to Adrienne, Hilda's lips turn up. ]

How is the medicine here compared to where you're from?

[krazed]

Thought of what?

[Harley like any child of Gotham longs for and appreciates the finer things in life. Fine art has a way of combining that with a share experience, the human condition. It didn't matter where someone was from, the pain was still pain, and longing still longing. There's no shortage of similarities in people when it comes down to it, more people were more alike than they considered.

That's what brought Harley here, she'd had her fill of the tavern and some of the other local haunts just weren't her style. When she wanted to be alone with herself she liked a nice view and the nicest view here just happened to the museum.]

Sorry. You weren't talking to me, were you? That happens sometimes and I never seem to get the hang of it.

People think talking to yourself is "crazy," but Einstein engaged in self-talk all the time and you know his thoughts on fish and bicycles.

[pathologise]

Actually I don't.

( really, adrienne's more surprised by babble and einstein than someone picking up on what she'd said. which she hadn't actually realised she'd said aloud, so the question had been fair itself )

But I'd just overheard what someone had said about this piece and their analysis I wouldn't have thought of. Though maybe that's because I don't know much about this artist or their style.

[krazed]

I like art fine enough but I'm better with ink blots. If it's about interpretation, Rorschach knew how to let the mind wander.

[The art pieces in here aren't bad but they're not her style either. She preferred macabre mixed with street art. Pieces that challenged the status quo. There was also just art in acts, something that motivated more than canvas and oil.]

You sound classy. Too classy for a place like this one.

[pathologise]

Is that supposed to be a compliment?

( because it didn't sound like one, not about her or something that she enjoyed )

I also didn't ask your opinion.

( which is going to make her move from where she was to go and look at a different piece )

[krazed]

Well, yeah, it was supposed to be.

[Harley's not really in the business of mincing words for the sake of an insult. She'd rather just insult the person, there's no use in laying it on with all the passive aggression when aggression is right there ready and available to use whenever she needs it.]

My opinion? On what? Opinions are like assholes. I just call it like I see it. Didn't mean to rub you the wrong way, but I seem to have a talent for that. It's a big reason I don't have any cats.

★ a tavern

[pathologise]

( she's floated across a few taverns over the months, not really being a regular to any but occasionally needing a little extra help to unwind, testing out whichever place she finds first to get to know more places.

there's music playing that night, which makes it a very different place from some of the quieter times she's been in, finding an empty space at the bar and whilst waiting for someone to be free tips her head towards the person next to her to ask-- )

Do you come here for the music, the drinks or something else?

( honest question. she's still figuring out cadens and what it hosts and the taverns are a different vibe to a new york bar )

[catholica]

Drinks, definitely.

( it takes him a moment longer than he would like to realize the question's directed at him but he lifts his bottle and even smiles slightly when he does answer. )

I'm a fan of the cheap stuff.

( cheaper the better. it reminds him of home even if he's not really wanting to think too much of hell's kitchen right now. )

[pathologise]

Oh?

( interested sound, not dismissive. at home adrienne had often not cared what the drink was, the cheap stuff was always a good way to drink quickly so she knew the appeal )

Maybe I've been trying to wrong things here. Or was at the wrong bar. The cheap stuff hasn't yet had the same appeal.

( either because it is different and she's not used to it or because she's assuming it would be because magic land and is therefore making it feel different )

[catholica]

I've always been a fan of the cheap stuff. Got me through law school and got me through a lot of shitty nights.

( he lifts the bottle that he's drinking towards her and nods. )

Most people stay away from it so I consider it kind of...a diamond in the rough if you can find the good cheap stuff. Takes some trial and error.

[pathologise]

Oh no, I know the sentiment. Just replace law school with medical school.

( and honestly that felt like a shared sympathy, they both had that education rough in hours and content. bars were great places to study and drown your weary head. and meet best friends )

I will happily take a recommendation. Since you've already done the trialling.

[earthborn]

[You don't go to Mag's place just to get drunk, you do it to get drunk in safety— it's the Summoned's haunt, and that's clear enough. What the woman herself pays for in terms of favoritism she makes back in loyalty, after all— and protection.

And when you go to somewhere else, it's because you don't want to sit inside that circle, anymore.]

Mostly, it's to get away from Mag's. [Shepard is distinctive, with her red hair and face-full of scars. More than that, she's wearing the off-duty uniform of a Free Cities soldier, which marks her out even if nothing else had. There's a certain buffer zone around her at the bar.] Drinks aren't too bad. Nothing fancy. Cheap enough.

[A toast, irreverent and imprecise. To you, stranger.]

And yourself?

[pathologise]

I'm still trying to figure out what places are good.

( it had taken her a while to settle in the city, to find routine and even earn any kind of money, now she was slowly figuring out where to go and what was enjoyable for the evenings )

I've been to Mag's. It's not bad. But most places aren't depending on what you want.

( cheap drinks ranked highly )

[earthborn]

[Shepard huffs a little laugh into her cup, then thinks better of it and raises it towards her first, instead.]

I'll drink to that.

[She's got a cyborg liver and a deathwish; Shepard will drink to anything.]

So, you're new. [Even if she hadn't said so, her clothes are too clean, the hems still neatly stitched and folded-over, not yet ruined by the constant grit that you only eventually stop noticing. She looks fresh. New meat.] Got a name? I'm Shepard.

[pathologise]

Adrienne.

( new was... when did you stop being new? though compared to some people she'd met the definition probably still counted )

I got pulled here a couple of months ago but it took me that long to kind of get my footing. ( maybe this woman had done it better. or understood ) I kind of jumped straight into trying to keep busy. And distracted.

★ a library

[pathologise]

( her head was in her hands, a frustrated little sound coming from her. oh, how adrienne wished that she was curled up somewhere with a more enjoyable read but she had to study. she'd almost forgotten this part of medical school with how long ago it had been, and whilst she'd done new reading over the years it didn't have the same kind of intensity. but she'd looked into a class, been advised into it after the clinic she'd tried to get a job at had wanted some more guarantees and--

the class hadn't even yet started for her but she'd wanted to try and do some reading in advance, to highlight anything that might be different and now she was even questioning whether she had the right book. she probably didn't have the right book.

but she was a doctor, she knew medicine... even if she'd been shifting specialisms a little over the years and practical work was not the same as what she was reading )

I need a break.

( it's murmured through her hands, a deep breath before she looks up, a little startled if anyone's nearby before closing her book. plantlife and fungi had not been her best life choice )

Re: ★ a library

[sonofacesius]

( Will had gone to the library on an impulse, hoping to find more information on local medical procedure's, common illnesses, whatever he could find now that he was completely stuck here. He had been at Camp for so long, it totally didn't occur to him until he opened the book that the text might not be in ancient greek. He opened the book. Seeing the oh so familiar characters start mixing up and become downright incomprehensible, he closed the book with a final thump. )

...Nevermind I guess.

( He turned to the woman sitting  nearby her, who was also closing her book and needing a break. He was quite sure it probably wasn't for the exact same reason, but, she looked like she could use a friend. Or at least a distraction.)

You too huh? I'm Will. New abductee.

(Everyone could call them 'Summoned' if they wanted. It was abduction and kidnapping.)

[pathologise]

Hmm?

( she honestly hadn't even been aware that someone else had been at the table, likely sitting down after she'd started reading so it surprises her slightly to hear the conversation )

I think i'm just reading the wrong thing, honestly.

( right intentions of topic bad book selection )

[sonofacesius]

Me too.

( Yeah let's go with that instead of 'oh forgot I can't read these stupid books'. Will slid his own books to the side as it was became obvious they were going to be harder work to read. Instead he took a look at hers, trying to make out the cover or spine title. Something about plants? That was the only thing that made sense. )

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. What are you trying to read about?

[pathologise]

Different native plant life.

( not that she expected a recommendation because that would be a wild chance )

There are a lot of books here, I just need to look closer before picking one, check what fits.

( plants are also not something she's knowledgeable about anyway so there's always going to be some struggles )