Carnival! (for Will)
While the island had changed for some reason or another, Helen wasn't particularly interested in exploring it. The constant din of carnival music made it nearly impossible to work and she was grateful her hut, at least, was some ways away from most of the civilization on the island. She had been trying to type up a state of the island address, or something to that effect, regarding her original campaign for Council and how she'd met her goals. She hadn't done as well as she hoped but at least Sam was working with Dr. McCoy and Alcuin with Nikola. She'd have to do better next term, if she were re-elected.
Normally not fond of sprawling out while she worked, Helen had sprawled out across the bed on her stomach, cursing lightly when one of her keys stuck on her laptop. "Bloody hell, Nikola, not only did you steal it, you had to go and spill wine all down in it too, didn't you?"
He was going to fix this if Helen had to stand on his neck until he thought it a good idea. She poked helplessly at the space bar, tacky with red wine, and sighed.
Normally not fond of sprawling out while she worked, Helen had sprawled out across the bed on her stomach, cursing lightly when one of her keys stuck on her laptop. "Bloody hell, Nikola, not only did you steal it, you had to go and spill wine all down in it too, didn't you?"
He was going to fix this if Helen had to stand on his neck until he thought it a good idea. She poked helplessly at the space bar, tacky with red wine, and sighed.