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

"I do. This is what any room dedicated to creation should look like." Helena responded with a smile. Of course, the workroom she'd had back in Victorian England didn't have the same kind of parts this one did, but it had always been in a similar state. So despite her having said some system of organization was needed, she well knew such systems rarely lasted long. After all, the mind of an inventor was an ever-changing one. Projects were suddenly abandoned for new ones when the idea or fancy struck. Some were picked up again later, but the rest typically dismantled and used for other things.

When Anakin told her what she couldn't touch, she made note of the areas so that she wouldn't take anything from them. She did have a good memory, and was certain she'd never cross those boundaries. But now that she had the boundaries in place, Helena was looking over the piles of parts that weren't off limits to her, the wheels in her mind all ready turning. This was definitely a good sign. It was working in the creative mode now, which is precisely why she was here right now. She didn't want her mind to delve into the darker thoughts that lurked in the back of her mind. So hopefully by putting her mind and hands to work, she could express some of the inner turmoil within herself. This wasn't something that writing could take care of. This was something that only creation could take care of. Or at least take the edge off until Myka returned.

At the question of what she wanted to work on, Helena glanced over at Anakin. "I have nothing specific in mind. I was thinking of just grabbing parts at random and sticking them together." She shrugged a shoulder. "I don't always operate without knowing what I want to build, but right now..." She paused a moment, choosing her words a bit carefully. "Right now I want to give my mind a puzzle to work out." She did like Anakin, but she wasn't the type to just up and say when something was bothering. And considering she was being haunted by her daughter's memory right now, that was not a topic she wanted to get into with someone she was just starting to get to know. Though if Anakin had a close eye and understood speaking through inventing, he would perhaps pick up on her expressing her emotions once she got down to working.

Helena walked over to one of the areas not off limits and she began poking around in the piles of parts. She picked up a few wires and looked them over for some moments. Her eye roamed over the other available things, her mind all ready moving to see what parts she could fashion together into some new order.