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[timelessinventor]

The door opens, and a very dirty, disheveled Helena comes into Milliways. Her clothes look more than a bit like Lara Croft, and a multi-coloured shawl is tied around her waist. She looks around, confused, then leans down and picks up a stray paper covered in math and other notes. Muttering to herself, she opens the door to an apartment on the other side. Without a word, she walks through.

[ooc: Please feel free to react, or if you really feel like catching her, talk to Helena. She's under the influence of a fairly powerful Artifact, so she is going to be quite off. All tags will be answered tomorrow, as I'm on my way to bed.]

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[timelessinventor]

"Oh, I know that all too well, Howard. I have tested and re-tested and re-made many things before I was at least mostly satisfied." She smiles again. "Even then, there are things I have made that I do not believe are completely right."

[thefirststark]

"There is nothing that can't be made better." An axiom that he will pass on to his son someday, "Though I suppose at some point the perfect does become the enemy of the good."

[timelessinventor]

"Well, I guess if you get so caught up in wanting to make things perfect, then you cannot innovate and create new things." There are a few people in her past who were a bit stuck on perfection.

[thefirststark]

"Any chance you can remind of that in a year or two?" His intel - yes, he has his own intel from a few sources - says the war will be over in 18 months, give or take. After which, it's time to invent again. He hopes.

[timelessinventor]

"I'll keep that in mind, Howard." She smiles. "Life also gets in the way of things sometimes." Oh, does it.

[thefirststark]

"It does. But as long as life is not the same as war, I am looking forward to it."

[timelessinventor]

"From what I know, Howard, war is hell, but life is sometimes little better, alas." She finishes her drink, and puts a hand on the shawl around her waist. "I do so apologize, but I must go. I need to see a man about my daughter."

[ooc: I am sooooooory for cutting the thread shortish, but Helena is... not with it, alas. She will be back in the bar later this week.]

[thefirststark]

"Oh, yes. Of course." Daughter?

So mysterious. And intriguing, isn't she?

"I will see you later."

<small.[ooc: not a problem at all]

[timelessinventor]

"Of course, darling." Helena puts her glass on the bar, clutches the paper that she picked up on her way in, and walks out the door.