Who: Helen & Eleven (Troy) When: February 8 Where: Bookstore What: First Meetings Rating/Warnings: TBD Status: Closed/Incomplete
The dreams had began simply enough. Odd. Somewhat painful. But they hadn't been terrifying, or even particularly upsetting aside from the rather unique feeling they left behind, as though it had all been real. Lately, however, they had become more and more alarming. People had started dying. Some at her hand, or so a part of her would always believe. And then her father's surgical kit had appeared in her sitting room while she slept, something that didn't belong to this world. She'd rather preferred when dreams and reality had remained comfortably separated.
Helen found herself in need of a distraction, and with her library shelves only half filled, she thought she had the perfect solution. She wasn't looking for any volume in particular, but when she walked past the antique bookstore, she felt compelled to go inside. As the door closed behind her, she breathed in that unmistakable old book smell, her shoulders relaxing. This was familiar. She would feel at home here in either life.
Unfortunately, she had taken her pause quite in the middle of the entrance, which might make it somewhat difficult for anyone trying to enter too closely behind her.