OPEN: New Beginnings In Stranger Places

[promnibusanctis]

Who: Dr. Helen Magnus and [You]
When:  Day 92
Where: Roaming around, a little lost 
What: Arrival, getting her bearings, etc. etc.

Adventure was something Helen Magnus never shied from and exploring the vastness of the underground Sanctuary, far beyond those walls was something she couldn't deny herself.  So it was that she found herself here, under contract to the Ringmaster with her eyes wide with wonder at it all.  The lights and colours, the excitement, the darker elements shining through here and there.  It was as familiar as it was alien and she drank it in with an eagerness she had long felt lacking.  It stirred her as she moved through tents, passed people much like her who had joined perhaps years before her.  A bright flash of a tail there, wings, glowing skin, all of these people becoming Abnormals or were in the beginning.  The sheer fascination would have been enough, really.

 

"Excuse me?" she asked, reaching out to catch the attention of one of the people she had fallen into step with, "I seem to have found myself a bit lost.  I was looking for the medical tent and I seem to have completely gotten myself turned around.  If you could point me in the right direction, I'd be most grateful."

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[promnibusanctis]

"Please do, any time of the day or night," she said and then laughed softly as she realised they'd completely derailed the one thing they'd come for.

"I fear we have forgotten the tea," Helen murmured, easing herself away to take care of the now madly whistling kettle. "Let me remedy that and get us a proper cup."

Helen could never be insincere around a man who reminded so dearly of her best friend. Though he may be different in some respects, he is someone she will always believe in. With his sharp deductive skills, brusque manner, and everything else that makes him himself, he is still human. On her part, she will always support him and if he thinks it may not last, well...Helen Magnus makes it a point to keep her friends for life.

Surprise, Mr. Holmes.

She returns with tea not long after and offers a cup of tea that on the first sip of her own reminds of studying medicine at Oxford, turning pages and comparing notes with James Watson and Nikola Tesla. They have come a long way from those days.

"I think," she says after a long but comfortable silence, "that I will like it here." Helen glances over at him with a fond smile. "And it has been an absolute pleasure meeting you. I could not have asked for better time spent."

[thevictoriandetective]

Knowing the kind of life he led, that offer would probably be taken up sooner rather than later.

"Oh! The tea!" This was why other people back home usually made the tea, rather than himself. He'd end up wandering away to tend to an experiment or get lost in thought on the couch. He burst into laughter, a rare thing these days.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, cupping a hand around it, taking a sip and feeling more like himself, than he did in ages. Never mind how his tongue flicked out to taste the scent floating up in the steam. Nostalgia was, logically speaking, pointless sentiment, but he was certainly not going to say no to indulging in it from time to time.

His face softened when she said that. He was not used to making friends so easily, he had zero friends for much of his life, and only John for some time until the others came into his life--or he realized they'd been his friends all along. But he was a lonely man for much of his adult life, his arrogant and rude ways had all but guaranteed it.

What could he say? What was he supposed to say? He had very little social data to fall back on. He seemed nervous suddenly, floored, and tongue-tied.

"I--ah...thank you." A pause. "And likewise," he added quickly. He meant it though, truly. He found her brilliant and fascinating, and unbelievably kind.