Helena Wells has "disappeared" with the Astrolabe (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ismellapples) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2012-02-08 15:49:00 |
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What: Two British women uniting over a decent cup of tea.
When: Now-ish?
Where: A cafe
Warnings: TBA
Time travel was not new to Helena, she'd done it before with her own time machine. One could argue she'd time traveled over the duration of the 20th century, but considering she'd been conscious the entire time, Helena just took it as being in suspended time. So the fact she had to get used to new surroundings wasn't anything new. At least this time it was easier to take, she'd only jumped ahead a few months. When she'd first awakened from her 110 year stasis, she was bewildered by the world she'd awoken to. So many things she'd missed. At least she had a sharp mind and could pick up on things quickly. It had taken her a while to learn what a laptop was and how to operate it, but she'd gotten there. That made being in Lawrence, Kansas that much easier, really. And Claudia was here, so there was at least some familiarity there.
After exchanging notes? Posts? Comments? Whatever they were, with Irene, Helena agreed to meeting her at a cafe. All ready she liked this woman. Even though Irene wasn't from the 1800s are her original counterpart, Helena felt a connection back to the world she knew, to a friend she'd once had in Arthur Conan Doyle. Or was that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle now? It was hard to keep track, she'd missed so much. Of course, Helena knew better than to treat Irene as a connection to a life she believed was completely lost to time, she would treat her as an equal, as a potential friend. And what better than to get to know someone than over a decent cup of tea? Having made note of the address, Helena set off to find it. Though it didn't take her long to navigate her way there. The roads in Lawrence weren't as confusing as London's streets could be. Stepping inside, she took a moment to take in the aroma of the cafe. It was invigorating, really. She had never thought to smell anything ever again.
After all, in her world she was dead, having been at ground zero of a nuclear blast. She had hoped to be reunited with her daughter, but found herself here instead. And she would make the most of this experience. Stepping further in, she glanced around to see if Irene was there yet. Upon not finding the woman there, she went and chose a table for them. She sat facing the door, then turned her attention to the menu, carefully reading over it. There were so many choices, she wasn't sure what she should order. As long as it was good and British, she was happy.