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WHO: James Holden and YOU
WHAT: Catch-all for April
WHEN: Fantasy April
WHERE: The Gallows and Kirkwall, mostly, but around
NOTES: Starters in the comments, lmk if you'd like something bespoke or feel free to drop in a wildcard.

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The look she gives him is 'Son, don't bring those muddy boots into my clean house' flat. Brief, before the angle of her attention falls back to scrubbing the length of her arm, scuffing dirt out from under her fingernails.

"What did you say your name was?"

He didn't.

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He has to notice how efficiently she moves, attacking the experience of a warm bath as briskly as a person might sign some paperwork. It makes him feel lazy, languidly letting the water prune his fingers.

"James Holden. Do I get a name back?"

Her face is familiar, even if he can't place it; but he spends enough time around other members of Research to have seen a certain alchemist in passing.

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"Miriam."

Satisfied, she swaps to scrubbing her other arm.

"Which division are you with, James?"

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"Jim," he offers, then, "Research."

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"My sister's in your division—Joselyn. Lighter hair, similar face." Similar. "Setting something on fire."

She pauses then, less reprieve and more consideration.

"You didn't ask, but Forces."

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"Ah," he says, glances down with a touch of abashment, then back to Miriam. "That'd be why I didn't ask."

Mixing two of them up; he can admit it, similar as they look.

"How long have you been here?"

Surely there haven't been twins who he just didn't notice, this whole time.