Joshua Donovan (
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June 2012: Badlands of South Dakota; Ted's Diner
Travelling is hell, especially when you're half-moving anyway. Joshua had decided that he was going to take some books and the Artifact to the B&B, to just have a few less things things to take when he actually moved a week later.
Flights were late, Customs was eying Joshua's papers like they were in Greek, and the closer they got to South Dakota, the more unsettled Helena was. So, when they got to the airport finally, Joshua decided to fuck it, and get the flashiest car that the Hertz place rented: a red convertible something-or-other that suited Joshua's mood just fine. However, to his vast embarrassment, he'd almost forgotten how to drive in the fifteen years that he didn't actually need to. He was able to get the car in gear and going, with a minimum of offers to drive from his Victorian now-girlfriend.
Driving into the address that he'd been e-mailed a couple days ago (how they got his e-mail, he wasn't actually going to ask at this point), he parked (very poorly) and looked around, wondering where the shit everyone else parked, as the lot was mostly empty.
Flights were late, Customs was eying Joshua's papers like they were in Greek, and the closer they got to South Dakota, the more unsettled Helena was. So, when they got to the airport finally, Joshua decided to fuck it, and get the flashiest car that the Hertz place rented: a red convertible something-or-other that suited Joshua's mood just fine. However, to his vast embarrassment, he'd almost forgotten how to drive in the fifteen years that he didn't actually need to. He was able to get the car in gear and going, with a minimum of offers to drive from his Victorian now-girlfriend.
Driving into the address that he'd been e-mailed a couple days ago (how they got his e-mail, he wasn't actually going to ask at this point), he parked (very poorly) and looked around, wondering where the shit everyone else parked, as the lot was mostly empty.
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By the time Joshua parks, she's trying once again to stop shaking (nothing violent, but her hands are decidedly unsteady). "Well then."
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And with that, Helena follows Mrs. Frederic into the diner. (Hopefully the food's good. She barely had the stomach for what airplanes seem to think they can pass off as edible.)
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Eventually, he walks in, taking an assessment of everything around him. About three-quarters of the people in the diner take notice of him, mostly clinically. Helena nods, but her attention is mostly on a menu in front of her. In the back corner is a blonde woman lazily eating a bit of pie. As her booth is the only one that doesn't seem to be full of either someone glaring at him or a teenager, he walks over.
"Um. Hi. Do you mind if I join you?"
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"Not at all. I've found this is the best seat in the house, actually."
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It's not long before Theodora comes by to take Joshua's order (she looks more than a little displeased that he's here - Jane has no idea what that's all about).
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Theodora leaves, still none too pleased.
"What's up with her? She usually like that?" Joshua lowers the volume of his voice.
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Jane does, however, raise an eyebrow at Joshua's order. "Do you always eat that much junk or only when you're worked up about something?"
(Sure, it's a bit of an assumption to say he's nervous, but she certainly was before her first meeting, back in the day.)
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(That pass only covers this meeting, Joshua. Next time she might hold you to getting a salad.)
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Helena tries so hard to hold back a giggle. It doesn't work very well.
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