Conversation Space III.

[powersthatbe]

A poured concrete floor and cinder block walls are lit by a single bare light bulb hanging overhead. Shackles dangle from brackets on every side, and the chair in the center of the room is clearly an electric chair. A tall glass sits on top of a stool made of what looks like pure gold - but the liquid inside it is almost definitely blood.

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[awondrousplace]

"Darling, you really could do something about the decor." Helena glances around and makes a bit of a disgusted face.

"Are you still hanging around, then?"

[callmemeibe]

There is a jangle of metal behind Helena. A legless proxy is hanging by the chains on the wall, delicate wires and springs snagged in the iron.

"In a sense..."

The proxy's voicebox suddenly goes demonically low, and the mechanical whir quickly grinds to a halt. Its voicebox is apparently in need of winding. He motions with his hands, caught in the manacles of the shackles, towards his voicebox, as if asking her to wind it.

[awondrousplace]

"Of course, darling." Helena walks over and carefully winds the voice box, making certain that she does not do it too tightly.

"It is good to see you again. My apologies for disappearing and returning. It seems that these things do happen."

[callmemeibe]

When it is wound in full, the proxy's arms slump against the iron, seemingly content with its position.

"These things do happen," Pendu agrees, cocking its head slightly to the side, its eyepiece whirring as it focuses on Helena's face. "Your disappearance left me... in suspense."

[awondrousplace]

"Suspense is a space that pleases you, is it not?" There's a wry smile on Helena's face for a moment. "At any rate, I am certainly back, and I do wish to do whatever I can to help. Is there anything in particular you need of me?"

She pauses, looking him over for a moment, thoughtfully.

[callmemeibe]

"It doesn't displease me," it answers with a shrug of its shoulders. "As I said once before... I have all that I need. All you need to do is... be."