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MarinaNova NPCs ([info]marinanova_npc) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2013-11-04 20:41:00

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Wonderland Event — Dome-wide mingle
[ There were blankets set out in the lush parks of the prison, and on top a feast was spread out. Fine china and chubby pots of tea, delicate cake trays filled with tarts, biscuits and sandwiches; yes, anything the hungry and weary prisoners could wish for was laid out for their convenience.

The sun was shining brightly and a playful breeze rustles the leaves of the trees. Surely a wonderful day for a tea party! ]


((ooc: Mingle for your mingling needs! Event information can be found here! ))



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[info]lifelines
2013-11-17 06:07 pm UTC (link)
"I know, Jean-Luc. You and I are exactly the same when it comes to talking about anything personal," Helen murmurs softly, the fingers of both hands tightening around his as she allows him to hold her where he wants her to be. This isn't about her any longer; today, whatever happens between them, whatever he needs, is for his benefit more than hers. It's been difficult to admit to herself, let alone anyone else, but dear god, does she love him and that means she's doing something she very rarely does: she putting him first, before everything and everyone else, even before her own issues and fears. She listens carefully, filing away everything he says. For the moment, she says nothing, simply being an open ear for him, someone he can speak to without worrying about what she might think or feel. She is here for him, to help him, and if this strengthens the bond between them, so be it.

Only when she's certain he's finished for the moment, does she move to speak again. "I don't know what the Cabal did to Ashley when they took her. Likely I never will; John killed them all in a fit of revenge for her death. I do know she was given an injection of the Source Blood, as it awakened the Abnormality her father's DNA gave her." Teleportation, she means. "I searched for her for six weeks with no idea where she was or what had happened to her. Everyone I spoke with said she had died, that the girl I knew no longer existed, but I wouldn't accept that, not even when I saw her again. She had no free will. Nothing about her was the daughter I had known. Her mission was the destruction of the entire Sanctuary Network and she was responsible for the deaths of many of my staff across the world. The Network nearly crumbled and she nearly killed me before we could snap her back to herself. I had her back for less than a minute before she killed herself to save my life."

Helen bows her head for a moment, gathering herself at this tale. Her emotions are as painful as Jean-Luc's in this, both of their tales rubbing her raw, and she hopes she's doing at least something to help him. She's offering him insight into who she is, tales that she never speaks of after they've happened. Taking a deep breath, she lifts her gaze to meet his again, her eyes searching his to see how he's taking this.

"They gave me a choice, you know. Their leader offered me my daughter's life in exchange for the Sanctuary Network. I chose to sacrifice her life for the lives of every Abnormal in the world, because the Cabal would not have stopped with the destruction of the Sanctuaries." She doubts very much that Dana Whitcomb would have honored their agreement if Helen had agreed to her terms. "I have ended so many lives over the course of my own, often because I had no other choice. It was either end the lives of the few or sign the death sentence for the entire world. But I always had a choice. Those lives will be on my conscience as much as on yours. My daughter's life is one of those, as are the lives of your fellows. But in spite of all that... perhaps that's what makes us human. We care."

Even if she intentionally comes off as cold and distant, Helen needs social interaction. She's a lonely and bitter old woman, but can anyone blame her after what she's seen and done? It means a great deal that she's reaching out to Jean-Luc like this and she has a feeling it means an equal amount that he's doing the same to her. They aren't fleeing from such a personal discussion, from the horror of what had happened recently, and she is so glad for that. Despite her fears that she'll lose him, too, she wants this. Whatever it is between them, she desperately wants it.

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[info]tea_earlgreyhot
2013-12-03 02:52 pm UTC (link)
"Oftentimes we are faced with impossible choices where either way we choose is a hardship." He remembers trying to sacrifice himself with Shinzon in order to save the Enterprise and her crew. The battle that had almost ended his life because he had found it so difficult to kill the other. And he remembers how that one moment in which he had faltered in killing what was another version of himself had given Data the opening to die in his place. It's something he hasn't yet discussed with Data here in the prison. He knows Data here is from before all of that happened.

He grows silent, simply holding onto her hand with one of his and his tea with the other. "We do care." He says the words almost idly, as if he were deep in thought and yet felt that they needed to be said.

Of course, he had never had children of his own. Living the life of Kamen had given him the memories and emotions of having them, but he also knew that it wasn't the same. That didn't mean that he couldn't empathize with what she had been through with Ashley. Indeed, he could. And the story felt all too familiar in ways that he couldn't ignore.

"Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man conscious of guilt." He quotes. "It is... a quote that kept coming back to me in my counseling sessions with Counselor Troi. But perhaps the reminder that we are set apart from those who kill both mindlessly and indiscriminately, at least in the fact that we do care is something of a comfort to us both."

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[info]lifelines
2013-12-03 03:51 pm UTC (link)
Helen nods in response to his statement, almost idly as her mind wanders to Ashley, to the people of Carentan, good people who had died because their little bubble of time dilation meant they wouldn't exist when the town was brought back into temporal sync with the rest of the world. She thinks about Adam Worth, how he had changed because of circumstance, and how she had been ready to kill his daughter the second time so history would repeat as it should. Would she have been able to go through with that plan? She didn't quite know, but the intent had been there.

And suddenly, she feels more subdued, more withdrawn, even as she nods and gives his hand a squeeze. She didn't like it, but she could kill if she absolutely needed to, if there was no other was to restore the timeline or save the multitudes. She didn't do it easily, never could, but she has done it. And somehow that feels different, even though the guilt of it weighs on her.

"Perhaps so," she relents, her gaze finally lowering. "I have watched everyone I've ever loved and a great deal of others die in the course of my work. I wasn't ready to lose you." The guilt for that would have destroyed her. It was bad enough that she hadn't been able to do much to help him and certainly not alone, but she'd done what she could and that was the important part. He was back; she had him back.

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