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WHO: Helen Magnus & James Watson
WHAT: It's Helen's birthday. She'd be happy to ignore it but James isn't quite so kind.
WHEN: August 27, early-afternoon
WHERE: Begins in the Clinic
RATING: They're polite Victorians so... PG
It was not unlike any other day, or at least that was how Helen had viewed it. Birthdays had been something to her at first. After her first half a century they had less of a meaning to her - one more year that didn't seem to show. And now, at least according to the calendar here, it was her birthday. 161. The feeling wasn't any different to the previous year or the year before - there may have been a few changes in her life but ultimately... it was just another year.
Helen had left early that morning, something that was an easy feat given that she hadn't slept the previous night. After spending a little time in the library she'd gone down to the clinic. Her excuse was that of tying up loose ends from her trip a couple of days previous with James, and familiarising herself completely with it. The real reason? It was one she didn't want to think of but couldn't help herself. She had to, she knew it... she just hoped for privacy on it for a little longer.
Privacy that would not occur.
WHAT: It's Helen's birthday. She'd be happy to ignore it but James isn't quite so kind.
WHEN: August 27, early-afternoon
WHERE: Begins in the Clinic
RATING: They're polite Victorians so... PG
It was not unlike any other day, or at least that was how Helen had viewed it. Birthdays had been something to her at first. After her first half a century they had less of a meaning to her - one more year that didn't seem to show. And now, at least according to the calendar here, it was her birthday. 161. The feeling wasn't any different to the previous year or the year before - there may have been a few changes in her life but ultimately... it was just another year.
Helen had left early that morning, something that was an easy feat given that she hadn't slept the previous night. After spending a little time in the library she'd gone down to the clinic. Her excuse was that of tying up loose ends from her trip a couple of days previous with James, and familiarising herself completely with it. The real reason? It was one she didn't want to think of but couldn't help herself. She had to, she knew it... she just hoped for privacy on it for a little longer.
Privacy that would not occur.