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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.

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.

Threaded | Flat

Cosima and Avery don't really plan their nights of splitting a bottle of wine -- or two -- in their room. It's more that Cosima's coming back from the tavern, or Avery is coming back from the kitchen, and habit suggests the other will be appreciative of some liquid refreshments.

They haven't talked about looking for a third roommate again. Cosima doubts they're going to.

Without Ruby, Cosima is less inclined to the constant stream of chatter the two of them had developed. She certainly talks more than Avery, true, but she seems a bit tamped down all the same. This particular evening, she says out of nowhere, "Did I ever get around to telling you my girlfriend from home was here?"

"Run an..."

To be honest, Jamie hasn't been thinking about the plans that Ruby originally put into place. It's been hard enough to deal with her having vanished as it is, and it's easier to assume with her being gone the idea of taking over the tavern's gone as well. So the possibility that it's not hasn't really crossed his mind, and as a result, he winds up giving Cosima a somewhat baffled look.

"Why do you want to know?"

The tavern. It was a great place to find this giant of a man. He loved a good drink and the company of others. So of course when he saw the young woman, he immediately smiled and went over to her. With a cup of wine in offer and a smile in greeting, he really looked like something of a jolly giant at least. Hopefully that made up for any sort of intimidation his size might or might not cause.

"Hello! Will you have a drink with me, my friend? I always enjoy the company and wine always tastes best when consumed with others at your side."

Most evenings find Korrin at the Herald's Rest, at least long enough to socialize or get into a card game. At the moment, however, she's not deeply involved in anything in particular. Instead Korrin's propping her feet up on the chair in front of her as the area isn't that crowded for the time being and she can afford to stretch out. Between the mulled wine and the music, her mood is starting to lift. So upon spotting Cosima, she raises her glass in greeting. That's a familiar face, though it takes a moment to remember from where; the healing tents.

"...Cassia? No wait, Cosima. Sorry, I have Tevinter names on the brain. How've you been?"

It actually does have to be an Inquisition, sorry.

But if anyone has the authority to accept new recruits, it's Cassandra. Who is walking by on her way from the forge to the Great Hall when she suddenly slows, and then stops, staring at Cosima with an odd look. After a pause, she speaks, hesitantly.

"Is that...armor?"

Transparent armor. For her eyes. It's not the worst idea, perhaps, but considering the woman's lack of any other sort of plate, the eye armor on its own doesn't make much sense.

It has been to long since Kirk had spoken with Cosima. Not because he had been actively avoiding here, it was just that trying to scrape together a living and missions had kept him either busy or away. Considering it, he thought it would be a beneficial thing to get the Rifters together for some sort of mutual support group once a month, but that was beside the point when he spotted Cosima in the dim light of the bar - currently eyeing another lovely lady if his eyes did not deceive him.

"You into brunettes?" he asked her, leaning against the bar beside her with a grin.

Threaded | Flat

No, this is the happy kind of drinking (closed to Avery)

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