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[timelessinventor]

That was a faff that Helena would have rather not had to clean up after. However, everyone is back to as much normal as the Warehouse ever is, and she herself is ready to have a drink.

Thus, there's a Victorian sitting at the bar, straight-backed, and swirling a wooden drink-stirrer in a gin and tonic while writing something on a pile of papers.

She will help if anyone has spotted a ball, but she's trying not to be on the clock.

Still botherable.

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[this_isaturn]

"I realise you're trying not to work, but I can't very well put this thing away. Take it home when you go there, will you?"
David sets a static bag down by Helena's elbow. "I found one of the bloody things. God only knows if there are still any here."

[timelessinventor]

"Ah. Thank you, darling." She picks up the bag and slips it in a pocket of her jacket, so Bar doesn't think it's a present and snap it up.

"I will have to see when I get home if the systems are still saying Artifacts missing. Right now, I have a terrible headache because of the damned alarms that have been going on for an entire day. No one at the Warehouse knew how to shut off Claudia's alarms."

[this_isaturn]

"Oh, dear. Why did she not shut them off?"
He's heard about what's going on in the bar, clearly, but not what else was going on in the world.

[timelessinventor]

"She was in Utah at the time, darling, chasing down some Artifact that turned people into clay." Helena waves it off. "Too busy to walk us through how to turn it off."

[this_isaturn]

"Clay? As in golems?"

[timelessinventor]

"Yes, actually. Have you heard of an Artifact that does that?" She hadn't, but she also had not gotten the entire story of the thing from Claudia when she returned.

[this_isaturn]

David nods. "A rabbi in... Prague, I believe, was said to have created a golem. The Artifact's likely tied to that somehow, though I'd never heard of it being applied directly to people before."

[timelessinventor]

"I'm not exactly certain what happened, but there were computers involved." She waves a hand idly. "Ask Claudia if you really want to know. She wasn't entirely forthcoming with information when she returned. She was more focused on interpersonal... problems."

[this_isaturn]

"I think I'll pass, thank you." David's not exactly interested in figuring out how computers work unless a pressing need arises.
"Do I want to ask about the interpersonal problems?"

[timelessinventor]

"Seems the current acting supervisor has a bit of a flirtation with the Warehouse doctor." Saying flirtation in regards to Artie makes her make an odd face, but she soldiers on. "Said doctor was an Agent once who was, well, I guess you could say in a relationship with another agent. Said other agent showed up and started flirting with the doctor, who, as it turns out, prefers Artie."

Heaven only knows why, but to be fair, Helena hasn't met Hugo.

[this_isaturn]

"Ah. One of those. Well, I suppose it all sorted itself out in the end."
Without anyone ending up in a... compromising position, unlike what apparently happened with the juggling balls.

[timelessinventor]

"Well, yes. These things usually do."

She pauses, regarding him for a moment. "What on earth is on your mind? I have not seen that disgusted of a face on you in ages."

[this_isaturn]

"Joshua happened to mention that the juggling balls getting loose in the Warehouse led to a situation that would have been akin to the two of us... ending up in a compromising position."

[thefirststark]

"Good evening, Helena? May I join you?" Howard's in shirtsleeves, tie loosened as it might after a long day.

[timelessinventor]

Helena looks up and grins. "Of course, Howard! Please do."

Her smile is a bit more tired and exasperated than usual, but that is simply due to the Warehouse issues.

[thefirststark]

"Long day at the office, too?" Howard orders a scotch and soda.

[timelessinventor]

"Quite, darling. We had a bit of a faff where Artifacts got loose, and a couple Agents were affected by them." She wrinkles her nose. "Be careful around the Bar, actually, a couple juggling balls got loose in here. They make you drunk if you touch them."

A long pause. "What about you? A lot going on for you as well?"

[thefirststark]

Howard gives the sort of puzzled look you give when you here that juggling bars can make you drunk. "I think I will stick with getting drunk the old fashioned way.

"And yes, a lot is going on. Between you, me and the Bar, I am holding down two jobs again."

[timelessinventor]

"Oh, I would totally agree, darling. If you do wish to get drunk, it is much better to do it the typical way." She laughs, a bit lightly. "However, I do hear that you do not get a hangover with the balls. Trade off, I suppose."

She winces at his next words. "Oh, darling. That is not good at all. What all are you doing?"

[thefirststark]

"The agency I worked with during the war is being re-formed. Now a civilian agency reporting to the president. And since I was part of the old version, and since I am fairly well connected, I was tapped to be on the advisory council." Hard to say no to the president.

[timelessinventor]

"Oh, well done, darling. Well, it's a shame that there's more work to be done, but it must be an honour to do something like that." But then again, there is quite a lot more work to be done. "What does something like that entail?"

[thefirststark]

"So far, it involves making sure the first field office is being organized right and then figuring who else is on the council. I was General Philips's pick and the president and Ike each got one. So now the three of us sit down and pick two more. And then meet about...something?" He still has no idea how much power the council should, or will, have.

[timelessinventor]

"Ah, logistics." Helena nods. "Always important. Well, perhaps when you all get together, you will find a direction for your council. What sort of things are you supposed to be doing? I mean, do you have some sort of vague mission or vision?"

[thefirststark]

"Well, during the war, the SSR - Strategic Science Reserve - had the dual missions of developing new technologies for use in the war efforts and combating such technologies as were being developed by a branch of the Nazi war machine." As always, he glosses over both the super-soldier formula and the very existence of HYDRA. "I suspect the new agency will have at least the latter mandate, while also trying to keep the FBI or whatever other intelligence agencies are created from doing the same job."

[timelessinventor]

"Sounds absolutely fascinating." She's not flippant about it. Her eyes are sparkling, and she's leaning forward a bit on her chair. "I've never wanted to get into military science..." other than a flash of horrific brilliance with those bombs that she rather wishes she had not written down. "however, that sounds very interesting. It is always good to be able to defend one's country against others who wish to take over." Especially if those people were as bad as the Nazis. She's been doing some reading.

"I'm certain that you and your colleagues will do quite well with that. Do you find it easier to make up your own technologies, or be reactionary against others?" She has a theory, but she's curious about others' ideas.