[open] I run on whiskey and risk and ennui and impatience

[superiormind]

Who: Jamie Moriarty/Irene Adler and YOU
Where: The Adler Gallery in downtown L.A., and nearby coffeeshop
When: Anytime early April
What: Pretty art and a talkative gallery owner, and possibly coffee.
Warnings: Moriarty. Probably swearing.

It occasionally surprises new friends of Irene Adler to learn that she runs her gallery as a pretty tight ship. She has her eye on everything, and nothing gets past her. She's much nicer to her employees than she is under her other identity, but in a lot of ways, she's just as careful with her gallery as she is her criminal work. After all, she wouldn't put the time in to have it at all if she didn't enjoy it.

Her small staff is perfectly capable of keeping things running, but that doesn't keep her from looking into everything that's gone on while she wasn't there. So in the early weeks of April, it's rare to see Irene far from her gallery, sitting at the front desk and shuffling through paperwork or making calls to artists, or just moving through it, looking at the paintings and making mental notes. Sometimes she even props the doors open for a while, when the day is particularly nice or she feels particularly like trying to lure in company off the streets.

Displayed to be particularly easy to see from the front are a few paintings of costumed heroes; there's more of them scattered around the gallery. She's always liked portraits, and the artist who provides most of them is particularly talented, and anyway, it draws in plenty of attention.

No one can be at work all the time, though, so most days she stops in the coffeeshop across the street to take a break and get some caffeine -- but Irene is always talkative, wherever she is (and Jamie makes damn sure to keep talkative, keep friendly, keep making connections in the area), so it's as easy to catch her during these moments of rest as it is at work.

Comments

[rememberyousoon]

Nilin spends a lot of her free time these days acquainting herself with the city. It's almost like she's casing the place - learning all the backroads, the points of interest - but to her it feels more like an exercise in culture. She hasn't felt at home anywhere in the past few years, so she's making a conscious effort to familiarize herself with LA and maybe somewhere down the line it'll feel like home.

Today, she ends up in the Adler Gallery it's a lovely day out and she's taking her time in here, looking thoughtfully at the portraits of the heroes. She has a wry smile on her face, contemplating a range of things from her own complicated identity to more trivial things like costume choices. Mostly she thinks about the heroes themselves, about what she knows about them and how the portraits stack up. She knows very few of them personally, of course, but Nilin likes to be aware of her surroundings, and in LA the surroundings have superheroes lurking around every corner.

She stops in front of each painting for a minute or two at least, otherwise wandering around the gallery at a lazy pace. It's nice, sometimes, to act like a regular human being.

[withhercleverhead]

Anabel is tired and Bartholomew, while just as lively as ever, seems to be a bit quieter as well. They're sitting outside the coffeeshop, the mechanical cat perched on the table while his owner nurses a very large cup cf coffee.

She looks a little worse for wear, a little down, but she's not saying much. Her body is tired and her mind is racing, a combination that leaves her on edge overall and awkward in her skin.

Anabel fiddles with her cup, fiddles with her shirt, with Batholomew's tail (which is less than amusing to him) and she looks like she's not sure what else to do.

She would not mind a distraction of some kind, a friendly face would be more than welcome to remind her that moving here and trying to make a life outside of her comfort zone was not the worst idea she ever had.