( closed ) I see the world through a filter

[strangel]

WHO: Cosima Niehaus, Sarah Manning, Sarah Manning’s migraine
WHAT: Cosima and Helena’s introduction in canon was a lot cuter than this
WHEN: mumbles vaguely
WHERE: a tavern, Lowtown
NOTES: Helena, so probably they’ll have to be added later eAe (Clone friends, if you’d prefer action over prose just reply with that and I’ll match format)

Sarah has managed to herd her to… somewhere. They left the castle on a boat to go to the Kirkwall, moved through crowded streets all stacked up higgledy piggledy, people rushing through on paths that they stick to as stubbornly as little ants. Scurrying, on and on.

Now they sit in a bar. The room is dingy, though it doesn’t occur to Helena to describe it in such terms. It seems nice. Sarah chose it, she is sure it’s nice. She has been told to sit and to wait, and to not get into trouble. Sarah had been particularly eager to make sure she understood the last part, and she is not causing problem, but people are shooting her looks anyway. People often shoot her looks, cross streets, pretend they don’t see her.

She enjoys the reaction, and when a man stares at her for too long she slams her hands down on the tabletop and hisses at him, like a cat. He jumps, clears his throat and stares into his beer. Good.

She’s still grinning as she uses a piece of metal she has twisted into a point (where did she even get it?) to start etching into the surface of the table, a messy looking smiley face, or the beginnings of it.

Comments

[youwonscience]

"I don't have the equipment here to verify it, but I'd guess so. Sarah for sure. All the other clones I know of can't have children. Not everyone else is sick," yet, "but assuming the two things are connected, then Sarah's not going to develop that either. Which is great, I don't recommend it."

For all it's mostly under control for now, it's not gone and she's aware that going on a field mission without a healer is dangerous for her in ways it wouldn't be for her sister. Sisters.

[coppelganger]

Sarah nods. It pretty much tracks with what they know at home—and Helena, presumably, is the same as she is. Immune to the clone disease, able to have kids. "It's just random," she says again, to Helena. "That we don't have whatever causes the disease. And Kira doesn't, either."

She glances to Cosima and adds, "We were actually using stem cells from her baby teeth as a treatment for you, and then bone marrow..." She trails off, not wanting to say the rest, but it's probably obvious by the look in her face that whatever happened didn't work. (Thanks, Rachel.)

[strangel]

Helena's brows furrow, and the egg she was chewing on crumbles out of her mouth as she sits, slackjawed. It takes her a second to realise and keep chewing. Sestra Cosima is sick.

Her head tilts to the side, and when she finally swallows, she exhales heavily.

Looking between Cosima and Sarah she sips her mead, fidgety, and—

"I'm sorry you are being sick!"

Blurted out.

[youwonscience]

Cosima, though mildly startled, says, "Hey... thanks. They're taking good care of me here, I don't even feel bad most of the time. But back home, I was working on trying to figure out how to make our sisters better. Whenever I get back, I'm sure I'll pick up where I left off."

If she goes back, but she's not going to say it that way in front of Sarah. Of course they'll go back; they have to, so they will.

[coppelganger]

Something about the casual way Cosima says it makes Sarah's expression darken. It's not something she can actually complain about, though, at least not in a way she can articulate right now. She says nothing in response and takes another drink, letting the alcohol explain away any grossed out expression on her face.

"Yeah, so anyway," she says after swallowing, and absently pushes her hair out of her face, looking sidelong at Helena. "Any other questions?"

[strangel]

Helena studiously is rolling an onion in mustard, and then in the sugar, mulling over Cosima's words. Her cheeks are a little puffed up, although that could be the food previously shovelled in, and she looks up at Sarah's question. A moment to think would be good, to be certain and sure.

"Not now," she finally settles on, taking a chomp out of the nightmare onion creation. "Do eithers have question for me?"

She can answer questions, too. Be helpful.

[youwonscience]

Cosima glances at Sarah, briefly, but looks back to Helena. "Look, Sarah trusts you." For a fascinating value of "trust," probably, but that's Sarah all over. "And we're family. Right? So... we've got time to get to know each other. And if you -- either of you -- have questions about Thedas, I'm happy to answer them. Or, like, point you to an expert, I definitely still don't know everything."