Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} indelibleink) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2012-09-24 01:29:00 |
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What: Claudia's filling H. G. in on the whole fictional thing and the projects she's working on over a cup of tea. Or maybe ten cups of tea.
When: Midnight-ish because who needs to sleep?
Where: Beginning at the bottom of the NW tower and moving to the kitchen?
Warnings: Touching on Warehouse explosion, character deaths, everything else TBA
There was far too much change for Helena to properly digest. First had been the whole being a hologram thing. Okay, so that she could somewhat deal with because, well, she had brought it on herself. She hadn't really let her inner emotions out about Christina, and her anger and hatred had ruled her. Oh she still felt incredibly horrible for what she'd done, for what she'd put Myka and the others through, but she was trying to make amends. Well, more like she had been trying to, but there was only so much a hologram could do. She'd even resigned herself to die because that meant Myka, the others and the Warehouse would be safe. She knew that if she was gone, then Sykes would be unable to fulfill his plans. But, of course, the best laid plans didn't always go smoothly. Sykes had put her back into her body, which had been more than unsettling. Not to mention she had some sensory overload for the first little while of being in her body again. Then, shortly there after, she'd died in the Warehouse. Only to end up in this place. So really, Helena was overwhelmed by everything. What had her life become? Just when she thought that maybe, just maybe she could have had some peace, even if her soul ended up in Hell, she at least wouldn't have to deal with sudden changes and sudden loss in her life. But no, instead of getting peace, she found herself alive and in some strange place.
So all right, she knew she shouldn't just mope around her room, as she had been doing, but she'd needed to try and process things on her own. But Claudia managed to lure her out with promise of tea. If there was something the British woman had a weakness for that wasn't science or other such geeky things, it was tea. She really could use a good pot of tea right now. So at the appointed time, Helena left her room and made her way to the stairs. So all right, Helena didn't mind the surroundings. In fact, she rather liked this castle. It made her feel as though she were in England again, in a way. She'd never lived in a castle but that was beside the point. So as she descended the stairs, her eyes were taking in the detail of the building and the decoration. Upon arriving on the ground floor, she looked around for the familiar redhead, easily finding her. Taking a breath, putting a smile on her face and pushing her emotions deep inside like any decent British person did, Helena walked over to her.
"Good evening, darling," she greeted. She was trying to be more cheerful than she felt, and despite the smile on her face, it didn't reach her eyes.