Wednesday, February 6, 2008

A note on Albinism.

If you don't know already, Albinism is an actual condition of little or no pigmentation in the hair, eyes, and skin. While Albinos have, for the most part, been protrayed in a negative light in film and books, for various reasons I chose to give Lori the condition.

. . . All right, I wanted a character with white skin, white hair, and purple eyes. I needed a definite contrast between her and Mischa, the other lead female; this is all sorts of symbolic.

However, I realised that, since Lori's research into a cure for Madison's Syndrome (her version of Albinism) plays a big part in Vita Per Nex, I would need to know more about Albinism. Here I'm going to separate fact from fiction, in an effort to not be an ignorant moron and insult Albinos everywhere. I'm assuming that you've all read the posts pertaining to Madison's Syndrome, so you know the basic outline.

I'd like to thank Bianca Knowlton, an amazing young woman from England, for her site on Albinism (and especially your message boards). You're beautiful.

From her site, with my comments on the tweaking for Madison's in bold and small:

"While most people with albinism have very light skin and hair, not all do. Oculocutaneous (pronounced Ock-you-low-kew-Tain-ee-us) albinism (OCA2) involves the eyes, hair, and skin. Ocular albinism involves primarily the eyes, while skin and hair may appear similar or slightly lighter than that of other family members.

Over the years researchers have used various systems for classifying oculocutaneous albinism. In general, these systems contrasted types of albinism having almost no pigmentation with types having slight pigmentation. In less pigmented (OCA1) types of albinism, hair and skin are cream-coloured, and vision is often in the range of 20/200 or worse.

Lori would classify as OCA1, with the modification that Madison's produces a purple pigmentation in inverse amounts to the level of Madison's --- hence her dark purple eyes.

In types (OCA2) with slight pigmentation, hair appears more yellow or red-tinged, and vision often corrects to 20/60. Early descriptions of albinism called these main categories of albinism "complete" and "incomplete" albinism. Later researchers used a test that involved plucking a hair root, and seeing if it would make pigment in a test tube. This test separated "ty-neg" (no pigment) from "ty-pos" (some pigment). Further research showed that this test was inconsistent, and added little information to the clinical exam.

Ahmed, Lori's father, would classify as OCA2. His eyes are a less noticable shade of purple, often assumed to be a light blue or grey, and rather than the ghost-white skin of his daughter, his is more naturally pale. Tanya had to point out to her parents that her boyfriend had Madison's, if you recall.

Researchers have identified several other genes that cause forms of albinism. In one form of albinism, the Hermansky-Pudlak syndrome, there can be problems with bleeding, and with lung and bowel disease as well. Hermansky-Pudlak syndrome is a far less common form of albinism, but should be suspected if a child with albinism shows unusual bruising or bleeding.

This ties in with Lori's sensitive skin. She's susceptible to sunburns and lighting changes due to her lack of pigmentation, and this form of Albinism sneaking in gives her the delicate skin that her mother accidentally bruised. The fact that this is also not common with Madison's Syndrome means that Mischa really did her homework.

For nearly all types of albinism both parents must carry an albinism gene to have a child with albinism. Because the body has two sets of genes, a person may have normal pigmentation but carry the albinism gene. If a person has one gene for normal pigmentation and one gene for albinism, he or she will have enough genetic information to make normal pigment. The albinism gene is "recessive" it does not result in albinism unless a person has two copies of the gene for albinism and no copy of the gene that makes normal pigment.

Each parent of a child with oculocutaneous albinism must carry the gene. Both the father and the mother must carry the gene for albinism. For couples who have not had a child with albinism, there is no simple test to determine whether a person carries a gene for albinism. Researchers have analysed DNA of people with albinism and found the changes that cause albinism, but these changes are not always in exactly the same place, even for a given type of albinism. Therefore the tests for the gene may be inconclusive.

Yes, there's no record of Madison's in Tanya's family, but she does carry the gene.

People with albinism are sensitive to glare, but they do not prefer to be in the dark, and need light to see just like anyone else. Sunglasses or tinted contact lenses help outdoors. Indoors, it is important to place lights for reading or close work over a shoulder rather than in front.

The first time we meet Lori, she's sitting in a dark room, giving herself a headache. It's mentioned that, since the lights stopped adjusting their brightness, it was just a tension headache. The glasses that she wears cover her entire eyes, and modulate the amount of light she receives --- which is why, when Mischa opened the door suddenly, her glasses couldn't compensate in time; the program wasn't expecting the door to open, since Lori wasn't near it.

If they use appropriate skin protection, such as sunscreen 'Total Block' or at least lotions rated 30 or higher and opaque clothing, people with albinism can enjoy outdoor activities even in the height of summer, within reason of course.

Lori's clothing can be most likened to the concealing clothing and traditional headscarf that Muslim women wear. Due to the terra forming that Earth is going through in order to make it more stable for the Venusians, the weather conditions are harsher, even in the protective bubbles most cities are enclosed in. UV and radiation leak in in trace amounts, leading to a lot of problems. Not all people with Albinism or Madison's cover to the extent that she does; part of that is also that while she's very comfortable in places where people know who she is, amongst strangers she's quite self-conscious. This is due to the way Madison's came about, and the extremely negative social stigma it has --- it can be likened to the way Albinos in Africa are treated, except without the killing bits. Once Lori gets to Venus, she'll be able to wear less concealing clothing.

Mischa's attitude toward Madison's is best summed up, I think, by the way she included a fast-acting anaesthetic in the work crew sent along with Maybelle Tanaka. It's not an issue, it just is.

People with albinism are at risk of isolation, because the condition is often misunderstood. Social stigmatisation can occur, especially within communities of colour, where the race or paternity of a person with albinism may be questioned. . . . Contacting others with albinism or who have albinism in their families is most helpful.

We've already seen the reactions people have to Madison's Syndrome, and also that Lori attends a support group. We'll get to meet the group later. I would also like to note that despite Lori's shyness and insecurities about Madison's, she's quite the strong-willed young woman. Mischa's quite the intimidating young woman, however, and her sudden intrusion into Lori's life, and subsequent yanking of Lori into her life, has shaken the young doctor up a bit.


I think that's it, for now. All this information is from http://www.knowlton.clara.net/family/Albinism/what_is_albinism.htm, and there are also some lovely pictures of Bianca and other Albinos there, too.

A few clarifications.

As a matter of clarification, Leland isn't the raging slut that Mischa makes him out to be. It's something of a joke between them; she doesn't care for sexual contact, so they both agreed that Leland would be free to have other partners --- hence his attachment to Admiral Mikhaila.

A further note on Family genetics: Family Members mature at twice the rate that normal humans mature, then level off and have a normal lifespan. Therefore, 3-year-old Mischa's ambush of Leland would suit the motivations of a feisty six-year-old . . . who just happens to be a military genius. She won, by the way. At ten years old, Mischa and Leland were already commanding troops, and by fifteen they were granted their full current ranks. More on the Family ranking system when I work it out.

It's been mentioned that the Guests from Venus (which refers to only the ones with the psy powers) offered their version of the H Serum (random trivia for when this is published and I'm famous: my little sister, Hollyn, came up with the H Serum's name --- the H stands for Harville, our last name) to Earth ten years ago, when Mischa and Leland were nine and Lori was fifteen, when the Benders showed up, but there's another group engaging in what is essentially hit-and-run galactic geurilla warfare with Earth for much longer.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Vita Per Nex, at the Muffie Pump and random quotes

This takes place a few weeks after Lori moves in with Mischa and Leland, and explains a bit more of the way partnerings work in the Families.

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Faizah and Asha squealed about whatever song was playing as soon as they walked in the door, and waved to Lori and her escorts as they took off. The beat was drum-heavy, pulling at Lori's chest and urging her to dance to it. It was intoxicating.


“Mischa! Leland! My goodness, what are you two doing here?” The woman was yelling over the loud music as she pushed her way through the crowd, a drink in either hand. She was tall, blonde, tan, and leggy, and Lori felt very small and pale compared to her.

“Faizah and Asha wouldn't leave us alone until we agreed, and brought Lori,” General Mischa called back as she ducked under an arm and came up with one of hers around the woman's waist, pulling her close as they backed up to Admiral Leland and Lori. “And true to form, they abandoned us as soon as we walked in.”


“Scandalous. Lori, you say? Where? Oh.” She'd finally looked down, and passed her glasses to Admiral Leland. “Quite small, isn't she?”

“And quite here, so talk to her like she is.”

The woman raised an eyebrow at the General, then offered her hand to Lori. “Admiral Victoria,” she introduced herself.

“Pleased to meet you, Admiral,” Lori called as she gently took the woman's hand. She winced when the Admiral squeezed, and the woman immediately let her go.

“So sorry; don't know my own strength. You're rather a bit weaker, though, aren't you? What? It was an honest question.” She matched glares with General Mischa. “I've been out past Pluto for the past six months, Mischa! I'm way behind on the news!”

“Yes, well, obviously you forgot your manners somewhere around Neptune!”

“Say, you're rather cute, aren't you?” Admiral Victoria was ignoring the General, and slid her hand around Lori's shoulders. “You haven't let Leland get to you, have you? I'll hurt him if he's tried!”

“I haven't touched her!” Admiral Leland cried. “Why does everyone threaten me like I'm some sort of paedophilic beast? For crying out loud, Lori's older than I am!”

Lori twisted around as she was drawn away from the Admiral and closer to General Mischa and Admiral Victoria. “I'm older than you?”

“You're twenty-five, correct?”

“Yes, but ---”

“Well, Mischa and I are nineteen.”

What?” Lori hollered. A few Family Members looked over, but kept dancing and mingling.

“Damn it, Leland!”

Admiral Leland was laughing as he tugged at Lori's belt-loops, pulling her closer. “We're nineteen,” he murmured in her ear before General Mischa grabbed her back.

“Hands off, Leland!”

“Hey, is that that doctor woman?”

Lori turned as a tall man sidled up to Victoria's side and slid his hands around her waist. “Excuse me?”

“This is Lori, Mansur,” Victoria told him. “This is Mansur, my partner.”

“Pleased to meet you,” the man told Lori. “We're on a first – name basis now, you know. None of this Admiral – General stuff. Do you drink?”

“Oh, golly, no,” Lori exclaimed. “No tolerance whatsoever.”

“Not even a little? A small drink.”

Lori shook her head as the red – haired man offered his drink, embarrassed. “I'm so sorry, I can't.”

She was up against Admiral Leland again, and General Mischa once more pulled her away. “Go get something to drink, Lori,” she murmured in Lori's ear. “It's all right.” She watched as the young woman made her way to the bar, then turned back to her companions. “She's shy. Leave her alone.”

“Mischa's over protective,” Leland put in as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “But Lori's a good girl.”

“Who just happens to be how much older than you two?”

“Only six years!”

“Six years, eh?” Mansur laughed as Victoria wedged one leg between his, moving to the beat as she took alternating sips from the drinks Leland had handed back to her. “Hey, wasn't she the three – year – old who made that one thing? What was it, Victoria?”

“Mm!” She gulped, then coughed a little. “Unicorn! Charlie the Unicorn, in the Sequoia Zoo. And she was three when she proved it could be done, Mansur.” Victoria rolled her eyes at Mischa and Leland. “Manny follows genetic engineering.”

“Not really; I just recall reading that a three – year – old had proven that unicorns could be genetically engineered. So she made him for, what, her last project in school?”

Lori leaned across to the bartender after he noticed her hanging at the edge of the small crowd around the bar. He waved a few Family Members away and nodded.

“What are you having, Miss?”

“Ah . . . this is going to be silly,” Lori started. He shrugged. “I mean, really silly.”

“We have that drink.” She looked at him blankly and he smiled. “A Really Silly. It's a drink.” Lori flushed. “What do you need, sweety?”

That made her flush again and she coughed. “Ah . . . just a shot of something with pineapple, and coconut. Just a shot.”

He shrugged and started pulling out bottles, but paused at her blank look and put all but two back. “Not a big drinker?”

“I'll die if I do,” she confided. The young man raised both eyebrows as he poured the half shots.

“The fumes,” Lori clarified. “I'm all right if I breathe in the fumes. An actual drink will stop my heart.”

“Got it. Just fumes for Probationary Citizen Tencha.” He laughed at the look on her face and pushed her drink at her. “Smell it. You prefer a shorter name?”

“Ah . . . just Lori? I'm sorry, I didn't know you would recognize me.”

“It's all right. How is it?”

Lori blinked tears out of her eyes as the fumes hit her sinuses. “Strong,” she gasped.

“Try this.” He poured some pineapple juice into the small glass, then stuck a mixer in and gave it a stir.

Lori sniffed delicately. “Oh, my, thank you so much.” She reached for her purse and realised that she hadn't brought it, and her heart clenched. “Oh. Uhm. Oh, my. I'm so sorry ---”

“It's on the house,” the man said with a wave of his hand. “It's on the house. Don't worry.”

Lori thought she might cry. “I don't even have anything for a tip, though.”

The young man laughed and brushed his brown hair out of his face. “Honey, you don't tip up here. We make enough; we don't need hand – outs. It's all right. Oh, please don't cry. It's a little different in the upper levels. Don't worry! Go enjoy your drink.”

“Thank you,” Lori said with a grateful smile. He smiled and waved her off, and she clutched her glass to her chest as she made her way back to General Mischa and Admiral Leland. Or Mischa and Leland.

“You made that Charlie unicorn!” Admir--- Mansur exclaimed as she walked up. “Magnificent! I love that thing.” He tilted his head as she smelled the drink carefully, and smiled. “Didn't realise you could drink by smelling.”

Lori glanced at General Mischa, who rolled her eyes. “Go on, get, both of you. I want to dance.”

“Mischa's dancing?” Victoria asked with surprise. “I didn't know you liked it.”

The younger woman was already swaying to the heavy beat, and sighed softly. “I love to dance,” she murmured. “Leland, keep an eye on Lori.”

He was watching her, one arm around Lori's waist, and shook his head. “If you're dancing, so am I. Come on, Lori, let's dance.”

Lori hesitated, leaning back as he tried to pull her forward. “Ah, I'm not sure . . .”

Mischa turned and pulled Leland by the belt – loops, moving her hips to the beat. “Lori's never been dancing, Leland. Not like Family Members do.” She turned and Leland grasped her hips, grinning down at her. “We're here solely to relax, Lori,” Mischa called over the music. “Relax, have fun, dance, and if in the case of Leland, possibly meet someone to Negotiate with.”

“Negotiate?” The situation was fast turning sensual, and Lori was starting to feel out of her element.

“Breed with. Sleep with. The Families are one big military breeding program,” Leland offered cheerfully. “You see someone you like here, you approach them, and possible you don't go home alone. Some Members are already partnered, and in those partnerships, outside Negotiations are still possible.”

Lori was swaying, as well, mainly because the four Family Members around her were swaying. Mischa reached out and pulled her gently, wrapping Lori's arms around her waist.

“You've never danced at all?”

“No, I love to dance,” Lori stammered. “I'm just not used to it being a prelude to sex.”

Leland burst out laughing and heads turned, and stared. “That's what dancing is, Lori. It mimics the body's natural movements.”

“Oh, shut up,” Mischa snapped as she pushed away from Leland. “You're making her uncomfortable. Come on, Lori, let's go play patty – cake or something somewhere that's not here.” She grabbed Lori's hand and took off, laughing as Leland tried to keep up. “He's an idiotic slut,” she told Lori when they paused. “Don't believe him. Well, he has a point. But I'm here to dance, not breed, so let's dance.”

Lori laughed as she and Mischa settled into a rhythm with the music, then laughed again when Mischa twirled her around. The dark – skinned woman --- girl, actually --- was smiling and seemed to be enjoying herself. Lori turned slightly and saw Leland heading their way, so she took Mischa's hand and pulled her farther onto the dance floor and deeper into the crowd.

“He's just jealous,” Mischa said when they paused, lowering her lips to Lori's ear and resting one hand on her hip, the other grasping her left shoulder.

“Why is that?” Lori paused to take a small sniff of her drink, then breathed in more deeply as the pleasant aroma rolled over her senses.

“Because I'm dancing with you, not him.”

The beat changed to a more bouncy tune, and Lori had to grab Mischa's shoulders to keep herself steady in the crowd. “Are you two married?”

That made Mischa howl with laughter and she shook her head. “Family Members don't marry,” she said. Lori tilted her head quizzically and Mischa elaborated. “We're partnered --- that means that there's one person we reproduce with, but it's not exclusive. Like I told your mother, we don't need her particular genetics at the moment, so there was no need for her and Leland to be together. He's a slut. Did I mention that?”

Lori's eyes unfocused pleasantly and she nodded. Dancing this close to the other woman was nice, and not the nerve – racking experience dancing usually was for her. “More than once, General.”

“It's just 'Mischa,' now,” she was corrected. “I refuse to use titles with someone I'm living with.”

“I'm not even unpacked,” Lori protested mildly. She took a breath of her drink and turned, leaning her head back against Mischa's shoulder. She felt the taller woman laugh, and it occurred to her that perhaps having a drink hadn't been the best idea. She hadn't had one in a year or two, after all.

“You're mine, anyway,” Mischa murmured in her ear. She smelled . . . wonderful. Lori was fairly sure she wasn't sober any more, but she also didn't care, as long as Mischa kept dancing with her. “So shut up and enjoy it.”

“Yes, Mischa,” Lori whispered. The song changed once more, back to a primal rhythm, and in the thick of the crowd it was impossible to move to the music and not touch someone else. The lights pulsed in time with the music and Lori swallowed sharply, glad that Mischa and Leland had convinced her to wear short sleeves. Her pale skin glistened with sweat, and she tilted her head to brush her cheek against Mischa's fingers as the woman trailed them across her shoulder.


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These two start with prompts from a NaNoWriMo write-in I attended.

“. . . but he was really there all along, hidden amongst the Torani syrups.”

Lori was convulsing with laughter, laying on her side on the couch as she held her hands to her mouth. “He wasn't!”

“He was!” Leland gave Rory a passing caress as the cat walked across the coffee table. “A grown man, hiding amongst the syrups. We never even noticed him. I tell you, when he brought up the Martian conversation the next week, we couldn't believe that he knew about it.”

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“If they didn't send the distress signal, who did?”

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