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

It wasn't surprising that Myka hadn't thought that far ahead. Clearly she was still trying to wrap her head about this place and what she and Claudia had told Myka upon her arrival. Sometimes this was a place that took some getting used to. For Helena, the hardest part about adjusting to this place was adjusting to being alive. Being in a new, strange world she didn't know was something she had previous experience with. This place wasn't home, the Warehouse wasn't home. What Helena considered home was long since gone and she was left adrift and not feeling like she really belonged anywhere. Of course, before Myka had been sent home she had started to settle in, started to feel as though she belonged somewhere. But now that had been undone, and she was right back where she'd started.

"There are plenty of options available. You can do whatever you wish to." Helena sipped her tea again. "Though just so you are aware, when you were here before, you had a job at the university teaching English." Helena thought Myka should know that just in case anyone from the university recognized her or if she wanted to get that job back. Myka could take that information however she wanted, but she deserved to know that and know she her options were open. She didn't have to go into law enforcement if she didn't want to.

"I work as a waitress at the O, Brittania pub. And don't laugh," she quickly chided, casting Myka a look. "It reminded me of home, and that is something I needed when I arrived here." Helena had needed that grounding of something familiar. True she'd never spent her spare time hanging around in pubs in her day, but the general atmosphere of the O, Brittania pub was the closest to Victorian England that she knew she would ever get. "Though I have begun thinking of finding another job, I just do not know what. I may try to publish some things I've written, not under my own name of course." Which came with mixed feelings on her part. She couldn't very well write under the name H.G. Wells, and even Helena Wells could raise potential questions. Which was why Helena had a clever pseudonym picked out for if she published anything she'd written since being here.