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]

[electricjesus]

[Nikola likes that she doesn't fluster easy. It always leaves him pushing that little bit harder, next time.]

So, Helen. Fill me in. What's the roleplay scene like these days?

[helps_abnormals]

Nothing much on my end. Just memes.

[Of situations he doesn't need to take part in with her]

Not entirely unlike your situation.

[electricjesus]

Why, Helen.

[He knows what that means. And is going to keep an eye out for her there, yes he is.]

[helps_abnormals]

Nikola

[There it is, that tone of voice that suggests he drop that juicy bone right then and there]

[electricjesus]

All right, all right.

[He can behave, for her. (Pretty much only for her, actually.) But that little tidbit will be filed away for later.]

Memes. Dear_mun. The odd dressing room, perhaps. I can live with that.

[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-?

[helps_abnormals]

Better.

[She's glad Nikola always seems to back off once she uses that tone of voice. Not unlike when he'd invaded her bedroom]

Your mun has no plans on apping you anyway?

[electricjesus]

She's considering it, but isn't sure where. And wants to test me out a little first, make sure the gears are well oiled.

I say it's only a matter of time.

[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.

[helps_abnormals]

I seem to be an already acquired item in most of the games my mun has looked at.

[Good to know she's in high demand]

[electricjesus]

That sounds like me.

[Smile widening.]

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

[electricjesus]

...Helen, I found your meme in another tab.

[Distracted shiny oh he can't resist.]

[helps_abnormals]

Don't. You. dare.

[By which her mun means, have at it. Helen, on the other hand, is utterly embarrassed, but too proud to show it]

[electricjesus]

I'm sorry, darling, I don't think I have a choice. I am merely fortune's fool- or rather, a fictional puppet. They've quite decided for us.

[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.

[helps_abnormals]

You sound like such a martyr.

[Sarcasm]

[electricjesus]

Any 'falling upon the sword' jokes would be ungentlemanly.

[electricjesus]

A potato cooking room? Wouldn't that be an oven?

[helps_abnormals]

Highly.

[Words cannot express her duress]

Well, here we are.