Cosima Niehaus (
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You're easier to love from afar (open)
WHO: Cosima and open
WHAT: Open post/catchall for Wintermarch
WHEN: Throughout the month; if you need to back or forward date due to Orlais plot, feel free
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings to start except for the potential of sad Cosima in some threads.
WHAT: Open post/catchall for Wintermarch
WHEN: Throughout the month; if you need to back or forward date due to Orlais plot, feel free
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings to start except for the potential of sad Cosima in some threads.
Tavern
Cosima's been moping long enough. She says this silently and firmly to herself several times a day, in fact. Enough moping. Get out, do some good, meet some people.
And while she's generally inclined to constructive action, Cosima isn't made of stone. After all, she's seen with her own eyes how possible it is she could be gone any moment without warning. (Home or ... wherever.) Carpe diem.
Which, loosely translated, means "have some wine at the tavern and flirt with ladies, because fuck it, you're in another world and you might as well." (Unless she sees a friend first, of course.)
Barracks (semi-closed; you know who you are)
While Avery is at work, Cosima has the room to herself. This makes it an excellent place to hold a meeting, and there's some unfinished business to attend to. She gathers Church and Jamie and does some digging to see if there's anyone else Ruby had roped into this idea before she left. Cosima is, by no means, a natural entrepreneur. But it felt like something she owed her friend.
"So. Who's ever run an eatery before?"
Points Around Skyhold (choose your own adventure)
As far as Cosima can determine, there's not just one place to declare: "Hi, I'd like to formally join the Inquisition" if you're not a fighter, a healer or a mage. She knows she can be useful, surely, but she doesn't know exactly where and she isn't entirely sure who to ask.
But she's seen a little of this world now - run up against Venatori and seen some of the effects of rifts that are much more destructive than spitting rifters into Thedas. She's determined to help.
So she'll keep trying to find a way in. There's a lot of research that goes on in Skyhold; surely someone can use an off-world research assistant.
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"I didn't come wish a list prepared. Why, do you?"
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Maker swallow her whole just like she is swallowing this wine far too quickly, just before mumbling, "I'm not mad enough to think anything'll ever come from it, seeing as it's sort of... on my boss."
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So. There's that.
Cosima is great at this. She takes another drink.
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That would require getting her hopes up, and she is not quite so silly as to try a fool thing like that.
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...whatever... that is.
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She takes a longer drink of wine, then adds, "Then again, I fell for someone who was sent to spy on me, so what the hell do I know?"
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"Aye, that sounds... less than grand," she eventually offers, then waits for some sort of explanation??
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You know, if Cosima still remembers to, assuming this story is as long as she says it is.
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"They're basically like identical twins, except instead of naturally happening, people use science to develop them."
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"Like shape-shifting? To look like someone else?" she asks, trying to relate it to something she's at least vaguely aware of, if not particularly familiar with.
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This is way easier to explain after Gregor Mendel and his pea plants.
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Tiny, facetious jazz hands.
"Thus me. And at least 12 others, almost certainly more. I don't know for sure."
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Cosima adjusts her glasses, then adds, "Problem is, what good is an experiment if you can't measure how it's going? So they had to have people in our lives reporting information back to them. See how we were doing as we grew up."
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She exhales. "Also for control. My sisters and I are all adults now, and it's reasonable to think most or all of us are kind of angry about someone thinking they own us. And, um. You know I go to the healing tent regularly? That disease is something they created by accident in an effort to keep us from being able to have kids of our own."
So all this is pretty fucked, really.
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There's a quiet moment after that where she seems to be struggling with her thoughts over something, trying to get the words to come out right, but eventually she just sighs. "How bad is it?"
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"Here it's manageable, as long as I have access to spirit healing. The healers can't cure me, but they can keep me on my feet and reasonably healthy as long as I go see them every few weeks." The lack of comment on whether it's manageable where she's from speaks for itself.
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"So, yeah. Anyway, all that's ... so since we're not even supposed to know we're clones, they can't just randomly ask us to submit to medical tests. But they need data. So they get close to us through people in our lives, who can observe us without raising suspicion. I'd figured out that my girlfriend was the one watching me, but I'd just dumped her to move halfway across the country. And then out of nowhere this gorgeous foreign student turns up in my new program."
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