Cosima Niehaus (
youwonscience) wrote in
faderift2017-04-19 03:08 pm
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I'm Not The Moon (Open)
WHO: Cosima, Avery AND YOU
WHAT: Open log of goodbye toall that Skyhold; in which Avery may or may not try to help get Cosima a quality one-night stand and in which there will definitely be drinking
WHEN: Backdated to before the move (forgive my hiatus)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings to start, but Cosima is fresh off TTT, so if you want a less shiny happy thread, those are also on the table.
WHAT: Open log of goodbye to
WHEN: Backdated to before the move (forgive my hiatus)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings to start, but Cosima is fresh off TTT, so if you want a less shiny happy thread, those are also on the table.
Behind closed doors, Cosima had said very evenly that she needed to hug Avery once, and to please just let it happen. She was, in some ways, less shaken up than she'd been after getting captured by the Venatori; the things that had happened to her, specifically, hadn't been as bad by pretty much any measure. But seeing a future-that-might-be ... it had been enough to shake her up.
But that had been in private, and before they left Skyhold behind, Cosima was determined to enjoy herself a little. ("What would Ruby do?" she'd enthusiastically pointed out to her roommate when attempting to sell the idea of a night out.) Cosima had officially thrown her lot in with the Inquisition, was committed to making sure the future she saw didn't come to pass. But the world wasn't going to go to shit in one night -- probably -- and she wanted to dance and drink and flirt with someone.
(She wanted to look over and see Avery, right there and fine and looking mildly annoyed but not leaving her either.)
So a trip to the tavern seems well in order. Cosima's going to be enthusiastically greeting her friends from the start. She might be enthusiastically greeting glancing acquaintances later too, depending on how the drinking goes.

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At least on the looking mildly surly front. As for how useful she'll be for anything else tonight, well... that's up for debate. Wingman is not a position she has a great deal of experience with, but she assumes the first step is to get at least one drink down in a hurry, so she'll be working on that as she glances around to see if they'll have much of a crowd in this officially unofficial good-bye party to the Herald's Rest.
"So," she mutters to Cosima, wiping at her mouth, once she realizes she's basically just been glaring at people and drinking in silence for the last few minutes (and some people might not appreciate this behavior for some reason?), "any bets on who's the first drunk enough to make a fare-thee-well speech?"
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(Sidenote.)
"Either that or no one is sad enough to be leaving, and it turns out to be a celebratory speech, in which case I'm betting on the redheaded elf a few tables over."
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The judgment is made somewhat in jest, but the way Avery says the word "Kirkwall" makes clear a less than positive opinion on the city they will soon be occupying.
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She'd still fallen into Thedas from another world, so Avery probably shouldn't set the "not being screwed" bar too high.
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"Aye, well," she sighs, "I've never been there either, only heard rumor. But little of it good."
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"All the more reason to make sure everyone enjoys themselves tonight, then."
Yes, Avery, this means you.
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Avery shakes her head briefly, before giving Cosima a small, sarcastic raise of her mug. "Oh? That a line from your drunken speech later?"
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Maybe that's just the parties Cosima went to.
"Maybe I've been doing Thedas parties wrong this whole time."
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"Well, we've those as well, that's sure. Otherwise I'd never get to bed with anyone, would I? I just think, see, since it's like as not all our last nights in this tavern, someone's bound to get loud about it."
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there is an actual cointoss happening over here right now, i hope you know
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i hoped youd be proud of me for that
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So, after a while, she times a trip to the bar to match up with one of Cosima's. "Celebrating something?" she asks after she's ordered her drink.
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Not in a super obvious way, mind you, so maybe most people would miss it, but well, Natasha isn't most people. So if she picks up on it and shoots a glance back the way Cosima came, she'll notice the young woman she's been sitting with all night keeping an eye on the two of them, not quite suspicious but bordering on it (or maybe that's just this girl's default face?). Mostly though, she just looks curious and... possibly even slightly approving.
Because, well, Natasha also isn't most people in the looks department, and if she's approaching to flirt with Avery's roommate? Hell yeah. You go, Cosima.
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Cosima hasn't tried to conceal the shard in her palm, which identifies her as a rifter in conjunction with the glasses and the very non-Thedas-made Doc Martens. She doesn't have a choice about Kirkwall, then, though her mood seems light enough.
"Want to join me?" It's a little wry, but warm - a genuine enough invitation.
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Even before Thedas, she's moving a series of increasingly cold places, and it seems a little bit insult to injury that the pattern should continue across worlds.
"Have you been before? To Kirkwall."
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"The place I'm from is more temperate than hot, really, but it never gets this cold. I mean, I'd seen snow before I came, but definitely not used to it being around all the time."
Yes, Cosima, talk to the gorgeous woman about the weather. Her inner voice sounds suspiciously like a certain painter from home, she notes with a pang.
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Cosima relaxes a bit, more animated on a subject that interests her.
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"What about you? You said your business took you to Kirkwall before, but you didn't say what you do."
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She takes a sip of her wine, licks her upper lip. "What about hobbies?"
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