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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

The Victorian woman was in need of distraction. It wasn't that she couldn't think about Christina, her daughter was an almost constant thought in her head. It was that today was just a bad day. Normally she could think of her long lost daughter without falling into depression, but today it was difficult. Normally she would have just focused on Myka, but with Myka being gone to visit the dragons, Helena was left to her own devices. Though for the first time in well over a century, Helena was trying for a healthy way to cope.

As long as she could keep her hands busy and give her mind something to focus on, she could get through this without a repeat of what she'd done a year before. Helena was trying to be a better person, to make amends for the lifetime or horrible things she had done. The fact that she had Myka by her side, had her love, was the strongest form of motivation to stay on this path to redemption. She needed to take precautions, and this would be a perfect way to ensure she kept herself busy. Helena's mind was both a blessing and a curse to her. Her high intelligence quotient meant that while she could dream up the most far-fetched ideas and give them life, it also meant she always needed something to focus her mind on, something to keep it busy lest she get bored.

This time around, she wanted to not include plans for mass destruction on what her mind worked on just to keep itself busy. So if she could use bits of scrap and parts Anakin had laying around to fashion something together, that would be a good way to distract herself. There was no specific invention she had in mind, but if she could get her hands on several random parts, it would be a puzzle for her mind to work on.

Making her way to the room Anakin had given her, Helena was curious about what exactly she would find in the room itself. Perhaps later on she would need to secure a similar room for herself depending on how carried away she got with building things. When she arrived, she gave a knock at the door despite the door being slightly open. It was only proper to announce one's arrival and wait for the invitation to enter instead of just barging right in. So at Anakin's invitation, Helena pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eye drawn instantly to the various piles of wires, metal casings, stashes of chips and everything else she could say. She suddenly felt like a child in a candy store about to be given mostly free reign to choose what she wanted.

"Hello, Anakin," she greeted, that inventor's sparkle entering her eyes as she looked the room over and carefully made her way off the threshold and into the room, finally turning her gaze to Anakin himself. "This is quite the room, I have to say."