this will end well

[electricjesus]

Dear Mun,

Stop dithering. Find somewhere I'm free, and apply for me this instant. Memes just won't cut it, and we both know I'm not going away. Make this easier on the both of us and start now. I promise I won't hold the wait against you.

-Nikola

PS,

I know we don't share views on castmates, namely that I'd prefer as few as possible and you're a fan, but if you could find us a Helen... that wouldn't go amiss.

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[helps_abnormals]

You're asking for me? I'm not sure if I should be worried or flattered....

[electricjesus]

[Ask and you shall receive, hm? Nikola perks right up.]

Now, Helen, you know you were always my favourite.

[helps_abnormals]

[In contrast, Helen seems to be holding her usual mixture of wariness and amusement when in his company]

Even more then the white dove and the hottie? Travesty.

[electricjesus]

None of them have anything on you.

[helps_abnormals]

Such a charmer.

[She's rolling her eyes at him. Yet she can't help smiling. When Nikola isn't sulking or being a general nuisance, he's welcome company]

[19centconstable]

Mr. Tesla! What a pleasure. You're looking played by a completely different actor than you are in my canon well.

[electricjesus]

I'm sorry, your name has quite escaped me, Constable-?

[19centconstable]

Crabtree. George Crabtree. I work with Detective Murdoch. We met over the young lady who was electrocuted and that business with the, er...death ray.

[electricjesus]

That sounds like me.

[Smile widening.]

How did it turn out? Any good? Death rays are so variable.

[19centconstable]

I'm happy to report that the horse was not killed. Oh, and: that Detective Murdoch was unharmed as well. Of course.

Do you think they really are, though? They do just do the one thing. I've been turned off of the idea of a potato cooking room entirely.

[unnaturalpause]

You're looking for Helen are you? I must say, a place where you are not that she is, that will be difficult. [And it's said in a smug enough way to show that he knows of such a place, or more.]

[electricjesus]

My mun doesn't particularly care. I think it would be a nice perk.

Hello, James.

[unnaturalpause]

Of course you would, Helen however I do believe would see it differently. Depending on where you were of course, though my mundane assures me you would be welcome there.

Hello, Nikola, how have you been?

[electricjesus]

She'll pop you open in another tab and investigate, then. She's set on getting through a canon review before starting applications, but is certainly shopping.

I've been fine. I've been short lived, really, this is my first trip out.

[unnaturalpause]

There is nothing wrong in that, my own mun is looking at trying her hand at Declan at some point and is also doing likewise. She would also like to add that she can provide a more, detailed, list than where I am then that. [Meaning I have a list of games that'd adore a Nikola and have at least a Helen in them that I'm not in.]

Is it? Well then welcome to, the grand, scheme of things. I do hope your mundane has better plans for you than my own does for myself.

[abnormaltech]

Looking for Helen? Why am I not surprised?

[electricjesus]

As if you don't trail after her like a puppy dog.

[abnormaltech]

At least I'm not trying to get into her pants.

[electricjesus]

So you have dreadful taste. Is anyone surprised?

[abnormaltech]

I have a girlfriend. Which is more than you.

Oh, and I have a game too.

[lifewithoutrest]

You never change, do you, Nikola? Always complaining, demanding. [There's a hint of a smile, though.]

[electricjesus]

I just learned I'm fictional. I think I'm taking it rather well.

[lifewithoutrest]

Sometimes fiction is more fulfilling than reality.

[electricjesus]

So I'm learning.

How has the internet treated you, Helen? Enjoying being a character?

[lifewithoutrest]

If you were to ask my mun, she would tell you it hasn't treated me well. But I've no reason to complain. I rather enjoy it.

And how have you been, Nikola?