010. [ voice] / [ location: sanctuary for all ] take good care of yourself, you belong to me.
Those that either visited the Sanctuary For All, or lived there, had probably noticed that Helen was not in the infirmary that day. The bed she was in had been neatly made and put back into order as it should of been. Instead, with a bandage across her head from the injury she suffered, Helen had moved several boxes out of the storage rooms up into her office.
There were eleven of them, each marked by a different decades. 1890s, 1900s, 1920s, and so on. Helen had opened, or was in the process, of opening each of them. She laid a piece of paper on top of every box with an inventory of what was in each one. Certain items had check marks, others had circles around them. She had a early process of deciding what would go up around the Sanctuary during the Holidays. Of course, there were less rooms to decorate this year due to there being only a handful or more living in the building now.
Helen moved her curled hair behind her ear as she moved around the boxes. Her tablet was set on the desk, next to the computers with the security cameras set around the Sanctuary. Hopefully, Peter would see fit to pull himself out of the Shoe and join for the Holidays.
Also from the computers came the melody of a very old Christmas song. Not one often redone. As she moved around the office, Helen hummed along with the music. It was possible to hear it all the way in hallway, even next to the elevator.
"Button up your overcoat, when the wind is free. Take good care of yourself, you belong to me."
[ ooc; will hit up tags after work~ And the song! ]
There were eleven of them, each marked by a different decades. 1890s, 1900s, 1920s, and so on. Helen had opened, or was in the process, of opening each of them. She laid a piece of paper on top of every box with an inventory of what was in each one. Certain items had check marks, others had circles around them. She had a early process of deciding what would go up around the Sanctuary during the Holidays. Of course, there were less rooms to decorate this year due to there being only a handful or more living in the building now.
Helen moved her curled hair behind her ear as she moved around the boxes. Her tablet was set on the desk, next to the computers with the security cameras set around the Sanctuary. Hopefully, Peter would see fit to pull himself out of the Shoe and join for the Holidays.
Also from the computers came the melody of a very old Christmas song. Not one often redone. As she moved around the office, Helen hummed along with the music. It was possible to hear it all the way in hallway, even next to the elevator.
"Button up your overcoat, when the wind is free. Take good care of yourself, you belong to me."
[ ooc; will hit up tags after work~ And the song! ]