Who: Irene and Helena What: Helena is visiting Irene. What specifically transpires is completely up to these two. When: This afternoon Where: Irene's house Warnings: IDEK but to be safe, let's say NSFW because ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN. And both can be naughty when they wish to.
While Helena had been distracted during the larger portion of the whole people from the future thing working on security and making Farnsworths like she never had before, she had made it a point to visit the future Irene on a couple occasions. It had been heartbreaking to see Irene in such a state, but it had also caused a deep seeded hatred to ignite itself in her heart. No one hurt those she cared about and got away with it. Nevermind that she hadn't known Irene very long. Helena liked her, and she didn't like seeing her hurt. It did worry her that Moriarty had attempted to skin the Irene from this time, but she was thankful the Seal had set things right before he'd gotten very far. Or at least that's what she hoped. But from the sound of it, he hadn't gotten that far.
After sending her last comment to Irene, Helena stood from her computer, which was getting slowly buried beneath papers that she kept pushing around, then went to freshen herself up. After all, she didn't want to present herself as having the cloistered mad inventor look that she'd adopted the past couple days. Sooner or later she would break down and try talking to Tony Stark about helping, but for now she was perfectly happy keeping herself busy. After changing clothes and brushing her hair, she grabbed her coat, Farnsworth, Tesla and an extra Farnsworth for Irene. She pulled her coat on and put the Tesla and her Farnsworth in one pocket she could easily access, then put Irene's Farnsworth in her other pocket, then headed out. She thought about telling Claudia she was going to get some air, but decided against it. If something happened that required her immediate attention, Claudia would just call her on the Farnsworth.
So Helena headed out and made her way over to Irene's house. It was going to be good to see the present Irene again. Glancing at the address she'd written on a piece of paper, she easily found the house. Looking up at it as she slid the paper into her pocket, Helena smiled, impressed. She walked up to the door and knocked, politely waiting for the gracious hostess to grant her entrance. As she waited, she brushed a hand through her hair, pulling it back from her face, leaving her neck and a good portion of her chest exposed, thanks to the fact she was wearing a button up blouse and the top three buttons were undone.