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Helena Wells has "disappeared" with the Astrolabe (ismellapples) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-02-08 15:49:00

Entry tags:

helena g. wells, irene adler

Who: Irene Adler and H. G. Wells
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.

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ismellapples
2012-02-09 02:09 am UTC (link)

[OOC: Sorry for reposting but my other reply sucked because I was distracted while writing it. So have a better one! And FOURTH TIME'S the charm because HTML FAIL. >_> I have issues today, good lord.]

Helena was fully aware of the reputation that proceeded her, and she was also well aware that when she used her name, people expected her to be male. While she had to take it silently a century ago, she was going to get the credit she deserved this time. Helena would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy bursting that particular misconception people had. Of course, she didn't blame people for thinking that way. Social constraints of the late 19th Century had left her wanting for more. But in this modern era, she would claim her credit wherever and whenever possible. And she was called, grouped with a couple others, the "father" of science fiction. She did quite enjoy that title. It made her glad that her ideas survived a century after she'd come up with them. Well minus the whole believing she was a man, but that was beside the point. Helena knew she'd left her mark on Warehouse 12, at least. While that had ended in a debacle, everyone associated with the Warehouse knew who she was and the legacy of her inventions she'd left behind.

She was early, but she didn't mind. Helena liked people watching, and it also helped her in this day and age with the body language and so forth. Well, mostly. Helena still sometimes acted far too Victorian, and others she had no care for people's personal space. But she did mostly come across as polite, until she really got to know someone, then she tended to let her full range of sarcasm and wit show through. Though truthfully, Helena was sarcastic and witty even if she didn't know someone that well. It was just that she tended to open more if she knew someone and trusted them. Or, in some cases, used her baggage to manipulate people. But she wasn't so much about the manipulating people thing. Not anymore. She had turned over a new leaf and with the second, or was it the third?, lease on life, she wasn't going to squander it.

When Irene arrived, Helena looked up at her and smiled warmly, taking her hand and shaking it. "Ms Adler, it is likewise a great pleasure to meet you. It is good to hear a familiar accent. I rather miss a good old British accent that isn't my own." She chuckled a bit, settling into her seat. This was definitely going to be an encounter she'd truly enjoy. Not even here a day and all ready she was making friends and bursting everyone's bubble of what history had taught them to be true.