voicetesting /o\

[lookattheworld]

Honestly dear, if the sight of apples is really making you want to cry, there's only one solution:

Stop eating apples.

Comments

[controlist]

I don't know. [ It's quiet, quieter than a normal Myka would be. What could she say, now, to this? "Thank you for saving us but oh god why did you have to do what you did?" Oh she was glad to be alive, but there was nothing that could fix the loss that Myka felt, and even with everything she's seen at the Warehouse there was nothing that could prepare her for this. Was she back, a ghost? Some projection stored somewhere? They'd done that before, but this was Helena. Talking about apples. Apples ] It's a little more than that.

[lookattheworld]

[Oh, Myka. There is no way Helena could regret what she did for them. As much as she'd like to pretend she isn't that noble, she knows it was the only decision she could have made.]

Come now, Myka. How much simpler can it be? [Teasing. Just a little.]

[controlist]

It's not the apples. [ It's you. For a brilliant woman she can be a little dense, or just cleverly avoiding it (which would make Myka the dense one now) ]

[lookattheworld]

[She should really know how good Helena is at clever avoidance.]

Isn't it? [But okay, she will be...a little less mean.] Should we discuss some other spherical fruit, then?

[controlist]

[ Oh she knows, but that fact does escape her far too frequently ]

Oranges? [ There's a hint of lightness coming to her tone now ] Let's skip the fruit.

[lookattheworld]

[The lightness was what she was hoping for, and she'll even smile outright at hearing it.]

Then you'll have to decide the next topic, as you're feeling so picky.

[controlist]

[ That lightness might just be disappearing now, as Myka's got a more curious (and needing an answer to) topic on her mind ]

How are you here?

[lookattheworld]

[ Yes, there's the Myka she knows, always searching for answers. Helena just lifts her shoulders, arms spreading slightly in an I have no damn clue gesture. ]

I'm afraid I'm as much at a loss as you are. Though I don't think I'm ready to demand I be released just yet.

[reactivates]

Or, you know, there's the option of eating apples that don't necessarily look like apples. Apple pie, for example? Doesn't really look like apples.

[lookattheworld]

Quite the innovative thinking, Claudia, well done. I'll be sure to give you my gold star, if Artie ever hands it over.

[wtfhaveyoudonelately]

What's wrong with apples?

[lookattheworld]

Nothing at all. In fact, I've been told it's quite the sign of affection.

[wtfhaveyoudonelately]

I'm not sure why anyone would be getting teary eyed over them.

[lookattheworld]

I imagine that would have something to do with my smelling them just before I died.

[wtfhaveyoudonelately]

I guess that would do it.

[lookattheworld]

Tends to, I would think. Still, I'm rather glad the warehouse gave me that first.

And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?

[wtfhaveyoudonelately]

Uh, Wesley. Wesley Gibson. What's your name?

[lookattheworld]

Helena Wells. Most call me H.G.

[wtfhaveyoudonelately]

Like the writer?

[lookattheworld]

That would indeed be me. A pleasure.

[wtfhaveyoudonelately]

No offense, but I kinda thought H. G. Wells was a man. [Like, isn't that historically accurate? Or has he just really missed the memo?]

[lookattheworld]

My work wouldn't have sold nearly as well as it did if they knew it had come from a woman, now would it? Fortunately, that much seems to have changed since 1900.

[canfindrope]

You think?

[lookattheworld]

Would I have said it otherwise?

[canfindrope]

Maybe. I don't really know you; and people have been saying the oddest things lately...

...But I don't think all apples are bad; just the ones from the Queen.

[lookattheworld]

The Queen?