Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-07-15 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, helena wayne, marta flores |
Quicklog: Marta F and Helena W in Marvel
[What Helena wanted to do was to go back to her lonely little apartment in Tokyo, throw the covers over her head, and stay there, cocooned away from the world at large. Doing that however, was one step closer to death and swansong and returning to that dark place wasn't an option. Thus, it was all about perpetual motion - in the hotel, out of the hotel, get the Tesseract out of Dragon Age where Solas had left it and find a new home for it, doors, doors, doors, talking on the journals, anything to keep from stopping until she fell into an exhausted heap on her own bed to sleep for three troubled hours before she was up again. Go. Go. Go.
This however was something she wanted to do. Marta, the baby Bean, maybe even Seven - it'd be good to see them without any major issues like ice cream shortages or toxins being released on the city. A good mystery always helped too, because something was up with Marta. Not sirens-going-off up with Marta, but a slow steady flailing of flags that teased at her brain.
She'd figure it out. Clad in jeans and a pink hoodie that was less the color of Pepto and more pale rose pink (white tank underneath; the whole thing reminded her of Kara), she walked up to the door of Seven's place, dogs heralding her presence and knocked.]