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Martha Jones. You still want to see what I'm working on?

Who: Nikola Tesla (Narrative)
What: Working.
Where: Sanctuary Door.
When: Friday.
Warnings/Rating: None.

( Nikola had settled into something like a routine. )

Who: Helen Magnus
What: Narrative
Where: Sanctuary
When: Recent
Warnings/Ratings: Sads, that's about it.

( It was a vast emptiness that greeted her )

Who: Nikola Tesla and Helen Magnus
What: Checking out the underground Sanctuary
When: Nowish
Where: Underneath Old City, starting in tunnels but then here
Warnings/Ratings: TBD

( get a hold of yourself, Helen, let's not be unnecessarily maudlin )

[It didn't take too long for Claire to find the Sanctuary door, thanks to the description Helen had given her. She was a little nervous, sure, but she wasn't afraid. She never got afraid any more - what did she really have to fear, after all? So here she was, dressed in jeans and a dark green tank with a gray hoodie over it, stepping through the door from the hotel into the world of Helen's Sanctuary. As she emerged in a large foyer, she blinked, then looked around for a long moment.]

Hello?