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[ V I D E O ]

[ There's a dreadlocked face on the screen, pushing thick cat eye glasses up to the bridge of her nose as she smiles a crooked smile and introduces herself with a small wave. There's a cannula directly attached, looping around her ears and threading somewhere offscreen, but she doesn't seem to pay too much mind to it. ]

Hey, guys and gals. Name's Cosima. Or, I guess, Doctor Niehaus if you're feeling frisky. [ A beat, as she shakes her head minutely. ] Don't feel frisky. I'm not used to being titular.

It's, ehm, well, see, it's come to my attention - obviously, quickly, and incredibly jarringly - that there are a number of differences out and about the ship! Specifically, I'm looking at you all of a different species, or - dare I say as a budding comic book geek with an embarrassingly large collection - superpowers?

[ She bites her lip, eyebrows raising a bit hopefully with her voice in octave as she gets a bit shyer about it, but none the less curious. ]

This is so not one of those automatic, mandatory kind of things, mind, because how douchey would that be? Ten minutes here and making demands. Let's call it an opt-in instead of an opt-out, and if anyone would like to spend a little time talking [ and she coyly cups a hand about her mouth ] or, let's be honest, bragging [ okay the hand is gone ] about what they can do and what their specific abilities might be? That would be -- flipping fantastic.

Thanks, folks.

[ With a thumbs up and a mild clearing of her throat, she cuts the feed. ]

[ S P A M ]

[ Care is the watchword, or at least taking it. Wandering this place should be and is probably quite dangerous, but look at her wandering regardless. She doesn't quite need her cane to walk for the time being, but there is an oxygen tank in hand that she drags nonchalantly behind her, tying not to pay much mind to or to really acknowledge it.

There's a music room on this level, and she full intends to take full advantage of it. That's if she doesn't get over to the art one first. Either way, she'll be toying around with instruments, browsing what music selection they have, anything she can get her hands on. The real fun will come when it gets to getting up to the medical level and seeing inside their infirmary - their lab, perhaps? Where she might be working? That's an exciting concept.

She's heard tale of something else around here, some kind of hologram-initiating system that she's certainly going to want to try out. It's a lot of wandering, but a lot of breaks in between. Leaning against walls, settling herself onto seats - it's tough to get around, but like hell is she not going to explore.

Basically, feel free to meet her anywhere. ]

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[Mason's at a crossroads of indecision. He doesn't think he's inhuman, but he does have powers. Only they're not quite working because he's an inmate.

But this is a doctor talking, who may in fact have access to highly-regulated pills he can steal from her.

But the last time he took something from a stranger, it didn't go so great for him.

...Nope. Risk is still worth it]

Does being undead count as having superpowers?

And what do we get if we volunteer?

[Clementine saw the post go up, and will be watching it. It would be a terrible lie to say she's not intrigued, but she's also clever enough not to enmesh herself in the conversation. She's still too unstable to be sure she won't give her agenda away.]

[Instead, she watches out for the new girl in the halls, coming across her in a common room on the seventh level on one of her breaks. She doesn't come to sit next to her - that's forward, and counter to the image Clementine is currently trying to project - but stands in the doorway watching her, hip cocked, thumbs in her pockets. Curious.]

How goes data collection?

One's first time amongst the superhuman is always a good time. Allegedly. I wouldn't know.

Vampire, incidentally.

You're going about this all wrong, you know.

[But she's grinning.]

Doctor, huh? What's your speciality?

[Jean just stares at the screen, for a bit, because - is this a coincidence?

But she can't just ask right away.

So when she does respond, it's with a smile.]

Comic books, huh? Do you know what a mutant is?

I'd - [ Well. Firsts already. ] You know what, I'd say that makes its way onto the list. When I think of the world in terms of mythological, supernatural, etc., "undead" might definitely make its way onto the list. Zombies, skeletons, golems.

Oh, I'm just one of those cheap internet surveys, man, straight up. "Get 40 cents for your involvement on automobiles." General pass, but sometimes they're worth it. Right?

Maybe if you're extra good about it you can get a hit off the tank.

[ She holds up a finger, a pause. ]

Is "zombie" a racist term for somebody undead?

What's supernatural about skeletons? They're jus' a useless box of bones, really.

Yes, but you're a doctor, right? Meaning you might have something to trade...?

[He leaves the question hopefully open-ended]

Dunno. On account of a) my not being a zombie, and b) zombies not fuckin' existing.

[ Oh, she saw. Cosima's sitting for the time being, a short break to catch her breath and get a better handle on this situation. Spaceships and superpowers. It's one thing to grasp when it's the Admiral explaining the situation and the deal to her. (Anything to get away from Dyad, to help out in other ways.) But it's another to actually deal with them. Christ, this place is insane.

In a good way? She's not sure yet.

She glances up at Clementine, catching her eye before she actually speaks up, and greeting her with a half a breathless laugh and a smile. ]

You know, as it turns out, people don't like you prying into their general well-being and biological makeups. But it's going. You saw?

Born one, I'm assuming.

[ Theoretically. Hypothetically. A bit hilariously. Curiously? She has a lot of words for it, she's a vampire. Vampires exist. Cosima pauses and squints her eyes a little deviously. ]

You don't, like, live in Washington or have a penchant for wearing frilled collars, right? Make out with Anna Paquin?

I'm going about it all blunt. Questions first, shoot later. Or don't shoot at all, because that's probably my motto.

But tell me a better alternative.

[ Oh, damn. Don't call her out on it. ]

Sort of. I've got the coat!

[ That's really all that matters at the end of the day. ]

I'm on a stint for - let's see if I can get all the big words down: Experimental evolutionary developmental biology. Ehm - [ She knows that's a mouthful, so she grins and offers: ] Evo-devo, if you like clever rhymes.

Aware of the concept. Delved into my fair share of, like -

[ She holds up a hand as if she's about to explain, but she pauses instead, expression dawning. ]

Oh, you're a mutant?

Until they start walking and carrying swords or something. Total cannon fodder if you're in your starting area.

[ Let's - let's not MMO at him.

Especially when he's implying what she thinks he's implying. ]

Not that kind of doctor. Unless you want me to start reciting the ways in which neuroanatomic and neurophysiological elements can influence your verbal colloquialisms and language, I bet that could bore you to sleep.

[ A pause, and then wistfully: ] I can't be the only person who could go for a joint right about now.

[ But, alas. ]

Technically the undead don't exist either. What's the difference? Congratulations, though.

Depends. Does reciting all that mean at the end I get to take the neuro-drugs that make you sleepy?

Also I have no idea what the fuck it is what you just said.

[a pause, and Mason brightens]

Well, come on then, love. I've still got a bit of stash left. Though why you can't prescribe it to yourself, I don't know.

The difference is that zombies don't fuckin' exist. That's the difference.

I'm watching.

[So yes, she saw, just in . . . the creepiest way possible. She crosses the room now, to sit in a chair across from Cosima, lets her hands dangle between her knees as she leans forward.]

It's a good idea, though. You keeping some kind of database, or just asking out of curiosity?

I'm going to pretend you said none of those awfully offensive things and just told me you're honored to meet me.

[Also who the fuck is Anna Paquin.]

Born, yes. Not bitten. We try not to do that anymore. People are much more interesting when they're people than when they're thirsting for ze darkest wine.

You shouldn't be asking us to tell. You should be asking us to show.

Well look at you, doc, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

[Tig smirks, friendly enough, if more than a little wolfish lurking at the edges. Of course because she says she's not a huge fan of the title he has to not only use it but shorten it, as if to imply he's going to refer to her that way forever.

Hey, doctors are useful in his line of work, and she doesn't seem particularly uptight about it. Could be a good thing.]

You makin' a chart or something?

[From the second Cosima appears on screen, Helena recognises her face. It's impossible not to. And she knows this one must be one of the others. It's almost a panic, the blind desire to eliminate her, to put her down and erase her and her abomination of a stolen face. Now she has a name: Cosima Niehaus. And this one is sick, weak - the tube in her nose is plain enough evidence of that.

Her first instinct (and action) is to disappear, as completely and utterly as she can. It's harder on the ship than in a city, even in a tiny town. Hair hidden tucked into a hat, green jacket left behind as too recognisable, she leaves her cabin. Weaponless, she digs her hands into their pockets, hurrying away from her room and her warden's, away from the kitchen and the deck. She hugs the walls, going down until she reaches the least populated level - level 6, something she'd worked out for no real reason at the time - and slips into an unoccupied cabin, closing the door behind her. In the blank room she kneels, closing her eyes; she waits and thinks and prays.

She hasn't been as careful here as she would have been in life - it's purgatory, the afterlife, she let her guard down. People know her. Maybe she should have expected this, planned for it, but she didn't really think one of them would show up here. She'd wished for Sarah - when does she not? - but she'd rarely considered one of the others might turn up, those sheep with her face. Sarah knows them, has spent time with them; Helena doesn't want to know them. (Or does she?) She wants to forget them as if they never existed, take her new family - twin sestra and pleminnytsya only - and live a normal life together after her time's done here.

If she kills her, she will be raised up from the dead. But she wants to, she has to. Maybe this time will be different - anything's possible. If God wills it. She's not the original, or the light, Sarah told her and she believes it. She was made by scientists. But God's will is unclear, easily misinterpreted. Maybe this is a test of faith, a chance to do His work again despite her creation. Maybe that's the path to salvation.

And for God, she's always been a hunter.

Opening the door, she leaves it ajar, positioning herself at an angle so she can watch the corridor but won't be extremely easily glimpsed. Surprise is her weapon here. Her patience is well-honed for missions like this: she waits for a long time, barely moving. Her fingers dig into her legs, turning the skin white at the point of pressure. At the first sign of dreadlocks or cannula or that horribly familiar face, she's going to drag this unwanted copy of herself in and put it down. No talking, no weapons - an arm around the throat will be the beginning and end of this encounter.]

Edited 2014-07-14 20:07 (UTC)

Doctor of what? Or the medical kind?

[Just curious. Though, admittedly, he was pinged by the comic book thing too, because they wrote comics about him, back home, and apparently in other worlds, even in the ones where he doesn't technically exist. But he's never liked introducing himself that way, so. Questions first. Comic books later?

Although he is wearing the uniform, and you can see the top half in the video.]

Is it your first time meeting aliens? It was my second, when I came here from Earth, but I had a lot of questions too.

[ read: you're adorable ]

Who doesn't?

I know enough about developmental biology - I'm guessing your field incorporates the evolutionary basis of genetics?

Yes. ...Among other things. [Shit's complicated.]

Ah, my name is Jean. Jean Grey. [Apparently that is a name entirely too many people know.]

[ Yeah, he has no clue, but Cosima grins anyway. ] It's cool, homeboy. I know how to play it low.

Man, you've got the charm down pat over there, don't you? You know, I probably could score some if I asked nicely enough, around here. How'd you get to stash that one away, eh?

I can literally not get into this zombie discussion with you over a Skype. I take my zombies very seriously.

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