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(open) I said "doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?" I said "doctor, to relieve this belly ache"
WHO: Étienne Guerinet Beaumanoir & the blessed souls who speak with him.
WHAT: an open post & introduction for Dr. Beaumanoir
WHEN: through April
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: some gentle nsfw, also he is generally low-key terrible in generic Thedas ways (esp re: elves and mages) and is a tool for playing out hideous historical medicine.
WHAT: an open post & introduction for Dr. Beaumanoir
WHEN: through April
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: some gentle nsfw, also he is generally low-key terrible in generic Thedas ways (esp re: elves and mages) and is a tool for playing out hideous historical medicine.
OPEN PROMPTS.
1.
"Behold!" He takes a step back from a man whose cheeks look a little puffy, and whose eyes could be considered a little glazed over. "He may yet be reeling from his treatment, but before you stands a man cured of the worms that invested his jaw! He has been gifted with the virility of the templars, the soldiers who give up their lives to protect our lands from powers that would overwhelm so many of us. He stands before you yet a man, but tomorrow, and in the days that follow, he will be a hero!"
He grabs the man's hand, and holds his hand over his head, in a show of victory. The crowd cheers—
Doctor Beaumanoir's Dashing Dentures is written on a nearby poster.
2.
DR. BEAUMANOIR'S MEDICINAL ALMANAC.
HELP HIM HEAL YOU! Inquire within.
A handsome man stands; a doctor, a hero - and so much more.
"Can I help you?"
He smiles. It's extremely Dashing™.
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"Uh, shopping. The thing you usually do in a marketplace. You?" Knowing Sarah, it probably doesn't matter if Cosima is outright rude or not, but on the off-chance she actually cares about Beaumanoir's good opinion, Cosima will stop short of casting aspersions on his medical skills or entirely disengaging.
On the other hand, is it any of his business what she's buying? She remains unconvinced.
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"A momentary break from providing my own services," and he nods to the stall not so very far away, being supervised by a couple of staff while he's away.
Helpfully, he has a business card of sorts to hand, one of the posters advertising DOCTOR BEAUMANOIR'S MEDICINAL ALMANAC, with information on some of the offered medicines. Dentures! Healing Potions! Bezoars! Tonics for skin and hair and stoutness of heart! And so on.
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It's only halfway a joke.
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He spreads his hands - so be it, but in a self-congratulatory way. Suffice to say, at least some of them totally aren't different tonics.
"I wonder, have you consulted with anyone concerning your eyesight?" Perhaps if she had better eyesight she would be charmed. But also girl, glasses? Gauche af. This is the Dragon Age, not the Glory Age, dang.
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Make up your own freaky tonics.
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If Thedas wants to invent the fantasy FDA, call her.
"So I guess I don't have to ask how you met Sarah."
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Way to be a square and a buzzkill, Cosmo.
Ah, but he grins. It's a terrible grin. "It was a meeting of minds."
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"I see." Cosima doesn't entirely want to continue talking to this dude who is certainly not a doctor at all, but for Sarah's sake, she adds, "It's nice having family here. You know, someone to watch your back."
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"Alright, so, you probably want to get back to your stall, but I'll tell Sarah we ran into each other when I see her."
It was nice to meet you is a little more than she can manage.
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“Adieu, Cosima.”