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exsiliumlogs2014-01-16 08:38 pm
crossbearing) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-01-16 08:38 pm
Entry tags:
do you even go here?
Date & Time: January 14th
Location: casa de get out helena you aren't from this canon
Characters: Charlie Cutter and I AM THE (purple) NIIIIIGHT
Summary: just shut up and let her make breakfast, Charles
Warnings: Nothing particular comes to mind, will adjust as necessary.
( Call her crazy, but ever since she'd seen Barbara's health go haywire and myriad other bizarre shit go down, Helena wasn't crash hot on the idea of being patched up with magic. Nothing against metas, not even remotely, she just preferred to be in control.
"Control" went hand in hand with privacy, isolation and being the only person living in an apartment complex with tech set up to make it seem like other people lived there. It was a leap from Exsilium, then the space station, and now having made a Helena shaped dent in Charlie and Chloe's couch. (Her legs have to awkwardly hang over the arm, but it's totally fine.)
Control also meant that the kitchen was her domain, but she wasn't about to start doing that. Never mind that she's forged a path through their cupboards already, scraping together whatever she could get her hands on. Of course, what she can get her hands on is a pretty impressive selection for Exsilium, so her mission is less difficult than it could be.
Step one: obscenely strong cup of coffee, leaning against the counter and offering the wall a glare like it just offended her mother. Mornings. )
Location: casa de get out helena you aren't from this canon
Characters: Charlie Cutter and I AM THE (purple) NIIIIIGHT
Summary: just shut up and let her make breakfast, Charles
Warnings: Nothing particular comes to mind, will adjust as necessary.
( Call her crazy, but ever since she'd seen Barbara's health go haywire and myriad other bizarre shit go down, Helena wasn't crash hot on the idea of being patched up with magic. Nothing against metas, not even remotely, she just preferred to be in control.
"Control" went hand in hand with privacy, isolation and being the only person living in an apartment complex with tech set up to make it seem like other people lived there. It was a leap from Exsilium, then the space station, and now having made a Helena shaped dent in Charlie and Chloe's couch. (Her legs have to awkwardly hang over the arm, but it's totally fine.)
Control also meant that the kitchen was her domain, but she wasn't about to start doing that. Never mind that she's forged a path through their cupboards already, scraping together whatever she could get her hands on. Of course, what she can get her hands on is a pretty impressive selection for Exsilium, so her mission is less difficult than it could be.
Step one: obscenely strong cup of coffee, leaning against the counter and offering the wall a glare like it just offended her mother. Mornings. )