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Myka Bering ([info]agent_bering) wrote in [info]makebelievelog,
@ 2013-06-01 12:03:00

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Entry tags:claudia donovan, h.g. wells, myka bering

Who: Myka, Claudia, and HG
What: Myka arrived, and then she couldn’t make sense of anything so her friends came over to help
When: Just after THIS
Where: Myka’s rooms
Rating/Warnings: Some sadness is definitely to be had here!
Status: In progress/Closed


What the hell was going on? No seriously. People didn’t just randomly jump planets, much less dimensions. In Myka’s world there was clear order, cause and effect, and yes, sometimes the cause wasn’t always apparent to her investigations, and sometimes the cause defied believability, but there was always a source.

Not knowing the reason she was here in this place, why Claudia and HG were here first and seemingly ‘okay’ with the situation, made Myka very uneasy. She itched for answers, to put everything in a nice and neat category. And though she paced the room nothing came to her. All her training as a Secret Service agent, as a Warehouse agent, all her experience dealing with Pete, nothing had prepared her for this.

The knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. She stared at it for a few seconds, as if her judgment could will it back to the familiar rows of shelving in Warehouse 13. But it remained resolutely an ornate, castle door. Chiding herself for her foolish wishes – at least the door didn’t turn into a ferret – she moved to open it.



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[info]indelibleink
2013-06-14 09:22 am UTC (link)
Helena was going to let Claudia handle the fictional people thing for the moment. Now was obviously not the time to tell Myka they were fictional as well. Besides, Claudia was better at explaining the fictional thing given Helena was still catching up on the subject. She'd seen Star Trek, at least some of it, so she knew who those characters were, but she had yet to see Star Wars.

When Myka revealed the point in time she was from, Helena clenched her jaw, briefly casting her eyes towards the ceiling in a "curse the heavens" type of move. Of course Myka would be from after the Astrolabe mess. Which would only make Helena explaining the point in time she was from that much harder because to Myka, she had never died and the Warehouse had never been destroyed. Helena silently cursed the Astrolabe, quickly followed by a curse directed at Sykes.

"People from the same place can be pulled from different points in time. You are from a point ahead of Claudia and I." Which was where Helena was going to leave the subject for now. She didn't need to blow Myka completely out of the water by telling her in another timeline the Warehouse was destroyed by Sykes. That was very much a revelation for another time.

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[info]agent_bering
2013-06-15 04:54 am UTC (link)
Myka’s head whipped from Claudia to Helena. Neither was saying things that were possible. Well, sort of. Myka HAD just lived through a Noir Detective novel. And Helena was from the past, sort of. And Helena had kind of invented a time machine. Just not one that transported someone physical across time.

But really, in the context of everything they’d already explained, was this really more mentally destroying. Myka leaned forward and held her head in her hand’s, pressing one palm against her eyes. That palm happened to be the hand holding her Twizzler. The press of the candy treat brought Myka back up to reality.

“Alright, okay, fine. I accept that, too. But if I find out you’re pranking me, Claudia-” The look on Myka’s face was hardly threatening. Myka could take a tasteful joke, and throwing in that fictional characters were real on top of crossing a dimension, just to see if Myka would believe it, wouldn’t be offensive to Myka at all. Oh, she would find a way to get back for something like that. But Myka wouldn’t be upset to learn Claudia was pulling her leg.

She did use her licorice wand to point at Claudia, as intimidating as that was.

“So, okay, I think I have enough to process for one night.”

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