Tools of the craft

[Titania]

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Experience the evolution of medicine from the Gold Rush to today in this unique museum presented by the Sierra Sacramento Valley Medical Society. Exhibits include an iron lung, patent medicines and pharmacology, antibiotics and infectious diseases, Asian medicine, nursing, radiology, quackery and plenty of other tools that will make you grateful for today's modern medicine.


That's what the leaflet had promised and, she had to admit, it delivered. As she walked through the display cabinets that marked every nook and cranny of the narrow alleyways of the museum, she couldn't suppress a shudder. Medicine and anatomy were her bread and butter, but even then, some things were just bad form. Eeek, why? Cree...Gross. She shuddered at the umpteenth fetus in a jar, coming here in the late evening and hardening her mask she realized, were both decisions she'd later file in the regrets folder, for starters she had very little light to guide her, the place was nigh downtrotten after all.

She tiptoed through the cabinets, trying to make sense of the bronze plaque in front of her from beneath the dust. A human brain! Now they were talking.
She drew a Moleskine and a pencil from her white ostrich bag, seemingly annotating something. With her white trenchcoat and high heels she must have looked like a slenderwoman, stalking that poor brain from the shadows of the museum.

"Fascinating", squealing with glee.

Glamour to harden the mask

[Kaze]

Medium height, dark hair and bright, brown eyes, athletic looking in a brown leather jacket over a plain gray tee, and black trousers and shoes. He enters the museum looking around with interest. His head turns towards a squeal of delight. He stares. Definitely the most impressive combination of Lovely and Gorgeous he has ever seen in any person. He makes himself stop staring, but has trouble focusing on, well anything else with the full interest he had a moment ago.


"Uh...'Asian Medicine." he murmurs out loud, focusing, "I wanted to check out the exhibit on Asian Medicine."

[Emily Makerith]

Emily was no stranger to an evening wander. She'd stopped for a while, ever since Echo left. That had been a dark couple of weeks. Between that and Val packing up and getting ready to move after her family again, the little punk was feeling like she was becoming increasingly alone. She had a pack but they weren't friends.

But something in those last sessions with Val had worked. because some nights she didn't spend moping in her apartment above the garage, mixing five-parts-vodka to one-part fruit juice and racing her liver with the bottles. Some nights she went out and wandered aimlessly.

It's progress, right? Although now I mention it, I could use a drink... Emily wanders up past the museum, trying to put the thought out of her mind as her eyes drift over the banner.

Experience the evolution of medicine from the Gold Rush to today in....

I mean.... sure. Why the fuck not. Distract myself. Might even pick up something useful.

And so, she had wandered through the exhibits in her normal Docs, fishnets with denim shorts and the leather jacket over a band top, forcing her mind to work on... well. Anything. And reading the cards helped. She was peering at the foetuses in jars with morbid fascination, before hearing a squeeing noise and wandering slowly around to the brain and the woman in heels and a longcoat. Initially focused more on the exhibits and a little less on the person, a sidelong glance makes Emily's eyes go wide and her jaw drops as she turns and stares, eyes going up and down the stunning woman, the brain in a jar entirely forgotten.

"Fuck. You're pretty." Another sweep over the brunette with keen blue eyes, a little more hungry this time.

"Um. I mean. Hi." Emily grins. "I'm sorry. I'm just. Like. Wow." she says, gesturing to the perfect ten in heels with both hands and trying not to drool. The Ithaeur tucks her blue hair back behind her ear and sticks out a hand. "Emily. Hi. You, uh, you're really into the exhibit, huh?" She has a cheeky grin plastered to her face.

Something about that reaction might seem a tad familiar to Titania, if she recognises it.

[Blackbird]

A neonate in a city of older Kindred must now and then take time away from Court, for the fear of predation by greater Beasts can wear away one's will if they aren't careful. Thus, Blackbird found herself at the museum, having heard of the museum's recent exhibit in passing. Despite her vested interests in Kindred politics, much of the little Daeva's spirit remained that of an intellectual. It also gave her a reason to shed the formality she so often had to wear in the presence of Sacramento's Elders. Thus, Blackbird dressed closer to her mortal roots, adopting a cute little get-up defined by a slightly too-large flannel to accentuate her preferred aesthetic to her satisfaction. Naturally, her prevalence for heavy eyeshadow and liberal use of of eyeliner remained as well. Completing the look was a slouching beanie, from which her hair peeked.

Blackbird entered quietly, intent on looking upon the contents within. Instead, she was greeted first with the sight of a cute blue haired punk blatantly hitting on... well... arguably one of the most beautiful women BB herself had seen. The neonate took note of the woman, though her own sidelong glance in passing was likely much less obvious than the Blue over here. Then she passed, glancing at Emily as she did so, "Smooth." she offered, a soft, sarcastic tone dancing along her words as her usual coy smirk tugged at her mouth in amusement.

Moving down a ways, the neonate eventually parked herself at the nearby fetus collection, though surely within earshot of Blue and the woman of her blatant affection. This was an encounter she wanted to see. Nonetheless, the Daeva's eyes wandered the fetuses before her, some of which had been deformed by ailments during their gestation.

Like little baby Haunts.

There was a time when such insensitive thoughts may had bothered Blackbird for thinking them, but the neonate's heart had been dead far too long to be troubled by such concepts.

[Kaze]

Kaze looks at Nana like he's waking up from a dream. "Oh." he smiles at the formidable looking woman who definitely works out for that kind of tone....

"That makes sense." he nods in agreement. "I was interested in what they had to say about effectiveness alongside western medicine." He says with a mild but noticeable California accent. "On their website, the museum's parent organization seemed really focused on supporting health. They even have a volunteer program that networks doctors with clinics in neighborhoods in the area that don't have access to doctors." he says.

Smiling, he says, "I'm Case." he says.

[Kaze]

Kaze nods to Penance. "Yes. You are right. There were some, difficult times...at least from what I learned in state history classes, limits put on immigration, allowing men to come and work, and not allowing their wives and families or any women...." he said. "It is amazing to think of all the barriers to success, and all the success achieved since then by Chinese Americans in California. And of course Japanese Americans. My grandfather's generation were in internment camps during world war two,and lost their property in California, yet currently their descendants are generally doing very well here." he pauses, "Of course, nothing is perfect. Even today, Asian students must have a lot higher grades to get into a state university than non-Asian students, so discrimination still happens, in the process of trying to make up for discrimination to other groups...." he shakes his head. "It is hard to be Wise without unintended consequences. The result being, if you have an Asian doctor that graduated from a California medical school, they likely had to do much better academically than a non-Asian doctor in order to get their degree."

He smiles, "Of course, I am an exception. I got into school on an athletic scholarship, not fitting the stereotype of the smart Asian geek at all."

[Titania]

Was the athletic and quite attractive man talking to her? She asked herself, hastily turning back to the exhibit - a poor attempt at hiding her countenance - the gentleman was BUILT.

The comatose museum had been brought back from the edge, bustling with activity as more and more people poured in. It was around the time people - employed people - she cursed herself for the umpteenth failure, were getting back home to enjoy the rest of their evenings in relative peace.

"Hi", she replied with a shy whisper, her untrained gaze going up and down the girl that had so casually approached her. Was she a threat, a stalker, a random passerby? She didn't know; what she did know... no, what she did feel, was the familiar inkling of remembrance; a toothy lionesse, that's the image the girl's attire and manners were conjuring. Besides, she laughed a little; when it came to exotic hair colors, she was in no place to judge.
"This", she pointed to her coat, "it's nothing really, just got it at a vintage sale downtown", behind glossy pink lips, the display of modesty was highlighted with a bright smile, "I like your hair, it shows you have character".

She couldn't hear what the captivating brunette who had just brushed against her companion had whispered to her ears exclusive benefit. Another, austere and almost auntly woman was seemingly greeting her, a governess of sort. It could have easily been a case of mistaken identities, the woman had so casually joined the athletic gentleman in his perusal after all. It could have been, until she noticed the bag at least, so suddenly everything clicked in its right place, and the gesture was instinctively repaid with a hand wave, "Miss Diana", she said cheerily.

Newcomers were attracted to the Asian exhibit like moths to a flame, another asian(?) lady had just joined in.

"Yes, it's baffling", she replied to her Azure companion, "How complex and yet how delicate it is"

[Emily Makerith]

Emily winks at the captivatingly sarcastic girl in the beanie hat that sidles past. "Thanks!" She replies cheerily. "Y'know, nothing ventured..."

The werewolf cocks her head at the stunning woman's seemingly innocent reply. "I wasn't looking at the coat, honey," she says, smiling and shaking her head. "But thanks! It's my favourite colour." Emily glances at the brain before turning back to the illusive beauty. Complex and delicate... she sounds like Val. "Yeah, brains are weird. I've been told mine has holes more than once. What's your name?" She tries again with a sweet smile.