Apartment 7, MCA, Wednesday Noonish
Mina Harker hated writing reports, now. They were tedious, especially when her news of the future seemed to be of no value to those of her time. Was she supposed to be making schematics of cell phones for Nemo to attempt to assemble? Or perhaps the formula of anti-psychotic medicines for Dr. Jekyll?
It seemed rather silly, really. Her mission was gathering intelligence on a time that would be of little use. However, she dared not bring it up in her reports. After all, she... rather liked her position.
So, it was with a sense of minor dread that she wrote her report, that afternoon. However, if she finished it quickly, it would be over. That was a small mercy.
[ooc: Open, if you like.]
It seemed rather silly, really. Her mission was gathering intelligence on a time that would be of little use. However, she dared not bring it up in her reports. After all, she... rather liked her position.
So, it was with a sense of minor dread that she wrote her report, that afternoon. However, if she finished it quickly, it would be over. That was a small mercy.
[ooc: Open, if you like.]