won't give sigh for sigh Who: Kiara and Lauren Where: SO Museum When: Early evening
Kiara was proud of the fact that she had not killed the little blue bug that had tried following her around all of yesterday. She had been just about to bring a newspaper crashing down on the thing when something had stopped her hand. Not literally, but the idea had flashed across her mind that maybe, just maybe, she should not kill it. It was rather pretty and butterflies did not bite so it was not as though it would be a nuisance to her... and so, despite her innate desire to squish little flying insects, Kiara had let it go. It had not even gone out the open window, but had instead claimed a spot on a plant that Kiara had near her bed. Sometimes the most baffling things happened to her. Like when she had come into work today. Now, Kiara knew that she was good at her job - both of her jobs - but she also knew that there were likely not enough computer-themed classes in the world to make her actually understand anything past the basics of the machines. Which was a problem when she needed to use one of the bloody things to try and categorize the newest exhibit that was supposed to open next week and it was not working. Why was it not working? Kiara had no idea, but the entire system seemed frozen and no amount of unplugging and plugging back in had fixed it. She suspected she had just managed to make it worse.
"I hate being the curator of a bloody small museum with a pigheaded fool of a bloody man-" Kiara had quickly come to realize that it was men who ticked off every last one of her 'irritate the hell out of me' boxes. "-in charge of me." She was certain that she had told him she needed an intern or an assistant or someone lower down on the rung who could take care of these little things while she dealt with more important ones like securing new exhibits, but no. No, he was 'quite confident' in her abilities. Just like she was confident in his abilities to fall asleep at his desk every day after lunch and leave early unless forced to stay. Today it had almost looked like he was going to stay late, showing a modicum of concern over Kiara's frazzled state, but no. He had just ensured that she had called someone who could fix the machine so that everything could stay on schedule, and then he had left.
Kiara had positioned herself near to the back door where she had told the woman on the phone to come in. She had just called the first number with a female's name attached she had found in the yellow pages, if she was being honest. Again, there was that twinge of distrust and distaste that had come at the idea of asking a man for help. It's because of what I am. Kiara was certain of that, just like she was certain that she was an active member of the blood trade despite not being a vampire. She had just not quite worked out every aspect of herself yet. Probably because I haven't tried hard enough. The Irish redhead had been busy with other things; like that bug and then this exhibit and the computer that had decided it needed to not work. She was just starting to contemplate cutting her finger and playing with the blood - I know magic, I know I know magic - when she heard the sound of a car door slamming shut. She jumped to her feet and opened the door, leaning out with one arm bent back to support her weight. That probably looked really unprofessional, but she knew she did not care about that. "I'm hoping you're Lauren," she drawled, giving the woman a once-over. "Because otherwise you're wasting your time; museum's closed until tomorrow."