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,@ 2013-02-08 00:36:00 |
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What: Anakin wanted some company, and a talk ensues.
When: Shortly after these texts
Where: Anakin's workroom
Warnings: Uh...Trouble with Tribbles? Other than that TBA.
Status: Closed/incomplete
While Helena had managed to adjust to her ten year old self being here and accepting that, it hadn't really occurred to her that she would ever be confronted with meeting a twenty-one year old version of herself that had grown up in this place. Not without them both having lived there for eleven years. And certainly she hadn't ever really entertained the idea that her younger self would fall in love with the younger Anakin. While Helena wasn't shocked that her younger self had fallen in love with a man, after all, she'd fallen in love with a couple men in her past, she was shocked that it was the younger Anakin Skywalker. She didn't have anything against the boy, she did truly like him, but she couldn't help but feel really weird about the whole situation. While she was happy that the two had found happiness and had a child on the way, Helena was having issues reconciling that within her own mind. Really, she was mostly hoping that the two grown up younger versions got sent back to their own time sooner rather than later.
It was interesting to see her younger self and how she turned out after effectively growing up in this time and place. But again, Helena was finding this situation to be more proof that time travel was not always a good thing. So after exchanging some texts with the older Anakin, who was quite a bit older than she was used to currently, Helena headed off to his workroom. She was rather in need of distracting her mind from delving too deep into this topic, and she did enjoy spending time with Anakin. Just not in the way their younger selves liked spending their time with each other. Helena was firmly in love with Myka, and Anakin was in love with Padmé. Really, it got to be quite the messy topic if delved into too deeply.
Carefully making her way through the castle, Helena managed to make it to Anakin's workroom though not without getting molested by tribbles. She was getting really fed up with the vermin. They were getting more annoying as their numbers were growing. It seemed like everywhere she turned fifty more would appear. She was fairly certain all of her clothes would be stuffed with hair for weeks, if not months, if these things didn't get eradicated soon. Walking into the workroom, she closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, taking a slow breath.
"Please tell me this room is tribble-free," she stated in a near plea. While she wasn't allergic to them, one could only take so much of the things before one wanted to kill them.