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Because when they don't have a plan, they review canon and make a plan. That's how mun types roll.
(Or in my mun's case they... actually watch my grand entrance for the first time. She fell off the wagon for a while and then clambered back on with a vengeance.)

I guess that's how it's supposed to work. For this this is technically the third run. I suppose I can give her some credit for being attentive to details, but she's got a ton of work to do.

(Pretty sure mine could be said to have done the same. Netflix is apparently her new favorite thing. She owes me icons. Good ones.)

Well, of course she owes you good icons. That's the whole point.
Mine is still trying to figure out what she wants to AU and how she wants to do it. She's... not digging some of the current season plot, or how the last one wrapped up. (And that's not even getting into the HG Wells conundrum.)
Tell her to do the work with the show on in the background. Compromise!

Compromise has worked out well in the past. [She's thinking about the beginning, but there's one thing that's a constant. The Warehouse is home and her team is home, and maybe that's not the same as being safe, but it's close.]

I'm not making any promises to her, just so she knows. I'm not sure I can do that in good faith. I'm not really sure where she's taking me from, anyway.

[psh. Who needs safe? It's home. That's the important thing.]
Or where she's taking you to, which could be just as important. I wouldn't do well with the 'lolz you can never go home again' settings - good news is, neither does my mun, aside from the fact that she only has time and brainpan for the one game. And even though it's an interdimensional space, it's one I can leave when I want.
Usually.

All these points, Claud? Valid. I probably wouldn't be fine with a 'can't go home' scenario, either. I'd like to know the Warehouse is waiting for me, whenever and wherever it is.

Mine's...well, generally a one game type, but she's trying out the multiple game thing. I have the distinct feeling I'm going to be the voice of reason in this particular head space. It's kind of a mess.

...Well, that's a... semi-useful batch of icons to leave me with, DW. Be more useful if we had a Jinksy, but I'll take what I can get (especially since he's not around yet...). At least I got to keep the badass one.
Anyway. You're good at bringing the Earth logic - it's just a question of whether she'll listen to it. Or anyone else up there, really. I think the voice of reason in these parts is... actually Rebecca.

If she doesn't, I'll have to force Artie's cookies on her. Or have Pete be Pete until she can't take it anymore. I'm honestly not sure why she didn't pick him up. Their personalities match perfectly.

Yeah, well, sometimes the voice that sticks around isn't the one they have the most in common with. Keeps things interesting, or something.

Odd though it may be, I guess this is one of those partnerships I'm just going to have to get used to having. Then again, I said the same thing about Pete.

Giving up so soon? That's hardly like you, Myka.

H. G.?

[There's a face she didn't think she was going to see again. And it's a face that make her pull herself together a little more.]

I never said I was giving up. There's just...more important battles to be won.

[Which she notices, but doesn't comment on. Yet.]

Oh? Battles, such as?

Wrongs to be righted, artifacts to be gathered and pried away from troublemakers, lives to be saved. [Deaths to be undone - somehow, if it was possible. Helene's had almost broken her, but she was still here, wasn't she?] I guess more now than ever, there so much to be done that whether or not my mun actually pulls through and decides to do something with me is almost irrelevant. Time doesn't stop for me just because my mun is indecisive.

Ah. Time is the longest distance between two places, is it not? [She knows Myka will recognize Tennessee Williams; there isn't even a doubt in her mind. It's a familiar feeling, the same she had in the warehouse. No room for doubt that she was doing the right thing.]

Although I have heard that time can do exactly that, where these mundanes of ours are concerned.

[The quote makes Myka smile, and as always, there's truth to the words.]

I suppose it can. I just...she's not caught up on our latest missions as the last two are difficult to find. While she could take me from-- [Her expression falls for a moment and she shakes her head.] What's the last thing you remember?

[And that earns a smile, a small one, and maybe a little sad. Helena looks down, and reaches for the locket around her neck. On anyone else, it might be an idle habit, but the locket means too much for anything about it to be idle.]

The scent of apples, [she says when she looks up again. The smile was still there.]

[Myka's fingers go to her mouth and she just nods, blinking through the sudden stab of grief that she controls with a slight jerk of her chin and a breath.]

I.

[She swallows, her smile small and a little wobbly.]

Artie says there's a way to restore the Warehouse, maybe...maybe you. I can't and I won't give up, not on that. [Because Myka misses H.G. and it doesn't take a mindreader to see that much and accepting her death isn't something that'll come with anything but a fight.]

[She might have tried talking Myka out of it, if not for the mention of Artie. She knew what it was to hold so tightly to the past, to reach toward death and keep a grip so tight you don't realize it's begun to pull you along with it.

She doesn't want Myka to go through what she went through, with her time machine. To have all that hope violently ripped away. Helena tucks the locket back into her shirt, and offers that bright smile that always looks real, but tends to hide something else.]

Well, I can't say I wouldn't like that. The warehouse's affection is all well and good, but I'd much rather put up with Pete's scent on a regular basis.

I think we can both agree on that one. [She'd trade just about anything to have H.G. back, which was probably a dangerous thought to have when it came to artifacts.]

[More on the absolutely side than the probably.] I hope you aren't missing me too much, Myka.

[Translation: pls don't do something stupid okay. :c]

~~That would be a yes, H.G., a very large yes.~~ I don't think you can miss something too much. You either do or you don't.

[Translation? Does it count if you're thinking about it?]

That's a bit simplistic, don't you think? We both know what it is to miss someone so fiercely it hurts. But I don't think you've built yourself a time machine, yet.

Not yet. Maybe I'm working on alternatives, though.

Artie's plan, yes. Has he mentioned what it is? [ She worries. She wouldn't wish her obsession on anyone. ]

Currently, it seems to be 'find some other way' with a dash of 'maybe this artifact will work'. Basically? Business as usual.

Ah, of course. I don't know why I expected any different.

Has he begun mumbling yet?

I'm not actually sure he ever stopped.

Claudia ought to whip up a translation program.

Knowing Claudia, she probably has one made already out of something Artie will miss five minutes after she's done making it work.

No doubt. I'd wonder if an artifact was at work, if things were any different.

Those are the moments I like the most, the ones that feel like home.

Home. [ She smiles, fiddles with her necklace again. ] That is the best word for it, isn't it?

[ She's a little surprised to see you again. Considering that she has'nt since the warehouse almost exploded. But she smiles all the same.]

Same old Bering.

[There was a long pause.]

Yeah. Same old me. [Seeing H.G. was definitely one of those things Myka hadn't counted on, but it draws a smile.]

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finally able to form coherent thoughts, being less sick is good

Being less sick is very good :C

Tried to go to work. Doc responded with lol!bronchitis, get out.

Good doctor :c

Very good. GDI, I need more icons.

lmao ditto :c

oh ffs...right journal, go!

:p

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