[Video]
[Helena wakes up in the main hall, having fallen asleep on a large couch that is usually not supposed to be there. Catching sight of the wreckage that is the Mansion's interior, she fumbles for her communicator, groggy, head throbbing. The video comes on to show one of her hands, covered in colored pen marks and paint. She finally realizes that she got the video working, and takes her hand away.]
[So the view now is her sitting on the couch. She hasn't yet realized that she's wearing Bhamba's lab coat (also stained with paint), her circus tights underneath, a large yellow tie, and a fedora. She's that wasted. :|]
Why's th' Mansion so out've sorts this time 'round... [She asks the camera, her voice slurred and soft. Her British accent shows through heavily.] I swear my head's spinning an' I can't seem to...
[She wipes her eyes, leaving paint smears on her face, then catches sight of herself in one of the mirrors.]
[Her expression changes, and now she looks bemused. Confused, in a what-the-hell sort of way. But still, she actually thinks it's all quite funny, until she realizes that the locks of hair around her face are rainbow colored. Shocked, tugging at her bangs, she peeks underneath the fedora and doesn't like what she sees.] Gah! [She jams the fedora farther down her head, though it still leaves quite a lot of hair exposed.] Who-! [Too loud, too loud. She tones her voice down.] Who colored my hair?
[So the view now is her sitting on the couch. She hasn't yet realized that she's wearing Bhamba's lab coat (also stained with paint), her circus tights underneath, a large yellow tie, and a fedora. She's that wasted. :|]
Why's th' Mansion so out've sorts this time 'round... [She asks the camera, her voice slurred and soft. Her British accent shows through heavily.] I swear my head's spinning an' I can't seem to...
[She wipes her eyes, leaving paint smears on her face, then catches sight of herself in one of the mirrors.]
[Her expression changes, and now she looks bemused. Confused, in a what-the-hell sort of way. But still, she actually thinks it's all quite funny, until she realizes that the locks of hair around her face are rainbow colored. Shocked, tugging at her bangs, she peeks underneath the fedora and doesn't like what she sees.] Gah! [She jams the fedora farther down her head, though it still leaves quite a lot of hair exposed.] Who-! [Too loud, too loud. She tones her voice down.] Who colored my hair?