set your heart against the scales, keep your head above the tide

[dashing]

WHO: Ambassador Amsel & others
WHAT: a Herian catch-all
WHEN: through the month
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: closed and open starters to be added through the month, I have a hideous cold atm and am even more forgetful than usual, so if we have discussed something and I've neglected to follow up or set something up, please don't hesitate to contact me.

Comments

[coppelganger]

Maybe keep him on a leash next time instead of letting him wander wherever he wants. It's not like this hasn't happened before.

[ She's referring specifically to the time Cosima lost him for a day, though she doesn't say so. She's not sure if Herian even knows that happened, and she doesn't want to be the one to throw Cosima under the bus if not. ]

[dashing]

( There is an unnecessarily sharp response that hangs on her tongue. The sharpness and the control are both due to Sarah's link to Cosima, sparking defensiveness and apology at the same time. Instead of indulging her snippiness, she folds the shirt, and holds it out to Sarah, drooly, with dog hair and dust sticking to it. )

I thank you for your concern. Certainly I will make sure to be more mindful with training him to stay close. I was not aware that he had wandered far enough to steal away your garments previously; if you require payment for laundering, I can see to it.

[coppelganger]

Oi. You've got a shirt of Cosima's around here somewhere, yeah? I'm not putting this on. It's been dragged all over the ground. [ Not to mention this dog probably licks his own butthole on a regular basis and it was in his mouth, Herian. ]

[dashing]

( Her incredulity slips out unbidden. )

You come here and demand I hand over something not your own?

( Oops, she didn't mean to sound so—

well, all this. Taking a moment to calm herself, she stops. )

I will give you something of my own. Cosima's belongings are not mine to give.

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah actually looks surprised at the refusal. Not because of her own rudeness, but because she's asking for something of Cosima's. She's so used to borrowing another clone's clothes as a matter of course, the idea that someone would just say no hadn't even occurred to her until now. ]

What? She won't care. I'll give it back to her when I get to my place. She's my sister.

[dashing]

And I am glad you both have family here. ( A beat of silence, as she lets that rest. ) That does not entitle you to what is hers when she is not here to offer it.

( Nefarious scrub )

[coppelganger]

So call her and ask if you're so concerned.

[ Sarah's chin juts out, petulant, and her eyes move to where Herian's crystal is hanging. DO IT. DO IT!!! She dares you!!! ]

[dashing]

( YOU CALL HER.

She pointedly does not fiddle with the communication crystal hanging from the leather cord at her, and instead watches Sarah cooly. )

I have offered you my own clothes. I fail to see why they might be insufficient.

[coppelganger]

[ WELL, OKAY, FINE. Sarah whips out her own crystal, still holding eye contact with Herian. It's a total #powermove. ]

Cos, it's Sarah. I'm at Herian's wondering if I can borrow one of your shirts.

[ AND THEN COSIMA SAYS YES. HAHA, SUCK IT, HERIAN. ]

[dashing]

( SHE JUST WANTED HER TO ASK ON PRINCIPLE AND BE RESPECTFUL, GOD!!!

Herian nods respectfully, and moves to the door off her office, which leads into the private quarters she and Cosima share. She grabs a couple of garments - one darker, one a deep red - and returns to the office, but leaves the door open. )

You are welcome to change in there, if you like.

( Rather than continuing to run around naked. )

[coppelganger]

Cool, thanks.

[ She grabs the darker shirt and carries it and the rest of her clothes into the private quarters. ]

Not that you haven't seen it all before, yeah? [ she says, much more cheerfully (because she won the argument), before shutting the door in Herian's face. ]

[dashing]

I'll thank you not to make distasteful comments, ( Herian calls through the door, because SARAH DID NOT WIN THE ARGUMENT. HERIAN WON THE ARGUMENT BECAUSE SARAH CALLED COSIMA AND GOT PERMISSION. SO THERE.

It's a good thing they are both super mature adults. )

[coppelganger]

How is that distasteful? [ Sarah calls as she struggles to pull on her leather pants, because they're leather pants. ] It's just a fact, innit?

[dashing]

You and Cosima are different people. Your bodies and privacy are your own, and sacredly so. Comparisons seem— akin to leering, and disrespectful to you both.

( She's leaning against the wall alongside the door. )

[coppelganger]

[ Well, that's the first thing Herian has said that Sarah completely agrees with. She goes quiet inside the room, finishes dressing, and emerges wearing Cosima's shirt. The effect, as always, is slightly strange—Cosima, but not Cosima—but less so now because the rest of her outfit and hairstyle is still 100% Sarah. She looks at Herian sharply for a moment, as if searching her face for something, but doesn't speak. ]

[dashing]

( She's surprised by the silent examination, returns the look, though her own expression is one of faint curiosity. A little kinder, perhaps. )

I apologise. And I will see to bettering Franklin's training.

[coppelganger]

Right.

[ For a second, it looks like Sarah will leave without saying anything else, but then she stops herself. ]

What has she told you? About home?

[dashing]

( Herian, for her part, is surprised that Sarah doesn't just keep walking. )

She told me that she has many sisters, though you were none of you raised together, for the sake of an experiment to study how different circumstances might shape each of you. That all of you were lied to, and subjected to experimentation and examination without your permission, and at times betrayed by people you trusted. Personal agency was... rended from herself, and all of you.

( There have been so many small conversations these past two years, Herian not eager to push or demand, and Cosima perhaps guarding herself in a different way than Herian does. Where Herian lets ice crawl over her, Cosima acts as if the world is sunny and warm even when terrible things lurk. )

Your world sounds a dark and dangerous place, even without magic and demons, but she... told me that she trusts your word.

[coppelganger]

What you've got to understand is that we're all in danger. We're self-aware, and the last time that happened, thirty eight innocent people were killed. Entire families. Cosima doesn't know that yet. There are only a few people we can trust. For the most part, we can only rely on each other. We've got to look out for each other.

[ Sarah adjusts the damp towel in her arms, crumpling it into a smaller ball so she can carry it without getting Cosima's shirt wet. She feels like she's definitely overstayed her welcome and moves to leave again, then thinks better of it and adds, ]

She's known you two years, but I don't know you at all. It's nothing personal.

[dashing]

( Herian opens her mouth, closes it, and leans against the desk. )

Maker. ( And Cosima doesn't know? She seems like the breath has been taken out of her. ) That's... horrifying, Sarah. Are you— do you mean to tell her?

( A moment, and she flexes her fingers to resist the urge to fidget. )

I understand that you cannot know me or trust me as she does, but if you've questions you ever wish to ask, please know yourself free to. I will answer as ably as I can. And... though I do not know the horrors you all of you have endured, I have known... I have known some horrors. They are hard to explain without... without context.

[coppelganger]

I don't know. There's a lot she hasn't experienced yet. It seems unfair to dump it all on her.

[ To the rest, she just listens. When Herian is finished speaking, she nods in acknowledgment. ]

[dashing]

Do you think it more more fair to allow her the knowledge so that she better understands you, or leave her without it?

( Because... there are pros and cons to both. ) I understand your concerns, though I suspect she would prefer honesty, and if she were to learn of it and find that you kept it from her, that would injure her greatly.

( She's not implying that she'd tell Cosima, under the assumption Sarah is telling her in confidence, but... weird shit happens, accidents happen, and so on. )

[coppelganger]

Look, to be honest, there's a lot of shit happening back home that Cosima doesn't know about yet. It's not just one thing. And she doesn't seem very interested in hearing about it, so I haven't said much.

[dashing]

( Herian thinks for a moment. This is a thing with her, long pauses before speaking, a sort of defiance and carefulness mixed together. )

Have you asked her explicitly if she wishes to know? I fault you not for your conclusions, but it could be that she has misinterpreted information, or conveyed her wants poorly to you.

[coppelganger]

No. I haven't.

[ She bites at a thumbnail, nervous at the thought. Which is stupid, 'cause it's Cosima, not some stranger. But it's Cosima from a point in time where they barely knew each other. It's not the Cosima she's come to rely on and view as one of her best friends. Yet. ]