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Helena Campbell (helenas_mask) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Helena finished a yawn and scratched her head, trying to untangle the birdsnest that always formed when she slept. She blinked in the dawning light and frowned. The only thought that managed to creep through her foggy mind was 'not again'.

It was always in her pjamas. She looked down and noticed her bunny slippers, looking so much worse for wear. She half listened to what the strange man was telling her, and the presentation of a 'book' and a 'key' made her snort to herself. Looks like her subconcious was going through the motions again.

Looking around the group she spotted a few faces that seemed familiar. She was almost certain one of the men in the group was a BBC actor, and the addition of a completely naked girl was suprising. Garbled as her dreams often were, this one was as clear as the night of her Mothers operation, though the city had definitely changed. First thing she would do when she woke up; book in an appointment with a psychologist. Someone had to help her untangle these strange messages.

She turned to her left and took in the figure standing next to her. Trying to interpret why her brain would include someone who looked like they practiced cos-play, Helena gave them a wry smile.

"Are you supposed to be my ID?" she asked, feeling quite bemused by her dream so far.