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

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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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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