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Mother of Time Travel sketch

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Porcelain Crusaders || Christina & Helena

It was a most curious succession of events...

     Helena had managed to figure out the basics of the stubborn machine. Year: 1899, but she had been too late. Christina's body was gone.

     ------How? In her infinite imagination, she couldn't figure out how her daughter had simply disappeared. Had someone changed time?! Where had they taken her? Had she been saved by someone else or was she--?

     She opted for not dwelling on it; she had a time machine and could very well travel to another time, further back, see what happened. The machine, on the other hand, had a mind of its own. Helena held on to a metallic bar as the metallic animal shook savagely. The strident whirring noise had gone berserk; it was as a beast a-moving, yes it was moving --that much she knew, but where was it heading to?

     It stopped. She didn't know why or how, but it did. The door opened and, much to her surprise, she had landed inside an apartment.

     "Blank my blinkers..." she muttered as she looked around. "Hello?"

     Was the machine trying to tell her something?

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My H.G. Wells :D

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My “best” of Victorian!HG manips and edits. 

For source credits, please see the original posts under  the “my manips” tag on my blog.

I just started using PS for stuff other than colorings a few months ago,so I thought I put some of my things together all in one place. 

My favorite might be picture #9, mostly because the effect was so subtle, most people didn��t realize it was a manip when I first posted it. 

Thanks followers for a wonderful 2013.

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"We have to try again." Helena's voice was deep, raspy. She stumbled inside the TARDIS, fresh blood stains on her dress. "I'll get it right this time, I can't... I--" The flux of words cracked mid-sentence as she fell to her knees. She had failed.

"It’s a story for another time. But I promised her I wouldn’t go back to there. So…" She shrugs.

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The waves and marks of confusion were clear on Helena’s forehead. If this wasn’t an alarm… what was it? Why had a woman, a confused woman who had been crying, appeared out of thin air into the ship?

"You are, well — I’m not exactly sure I can answer that right now. I am not sure of our exact location in time or space. We’re just floating somewhere in the aether. This is a time machine, so to speak."

She watched her words; the system could be attempting to trick her, but giving out information would be necessary.

"I’m looking for someone dear to me." Her hand instinctively went to the locket around her neck.

Mechanical Angel || Regina & Helena

Very few things ever actually frightened Regina, but this made absolutely no sense to her, and given the state she was in, something so unexpected was bound to make her feel at least a bit panicky. 

Regina quickly took a few stumbling steps back into the railing. She gripped it firmly, trying to steady herself enough to take in her surroundings. “Why would I—what machine?! Where the hell am I?” She looked to the woman before her, surprised to find how normal she look in comparison to the strange room she was in.

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"I--" she started but stopped for a second, trying to gather her thoughts. Talking and writing were two different arts. For both you had to pull words out of thin airs, but for the former you had to be quick, once you had chosen a word you couldn't put it back into the stream, it was what it was.

"I've found a way to save Christina. I don't know if you remember Madame Vastra, but she told me stories about a blue box that could travel through time and space. I, I found it, Daniel."

The Question of Time || Daniel & Helena

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"I understand. I appreciate you taking me this far in my journey. I fear I would have gotten lost, possibly stranded in some other time or planet. You'll wait here, then?"

"It's a story for another time. But I promised her I wouldn't go back to there. So..." She shrugs.

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Set after THIS, but before THIS

She’d met some of her companions under the most curious circumstances. Meeting Myka had been almost…mundane. Only almost though.

She’d been at the home of H.G Wells - thankfully not while he was there. That would just be plain awkward. During the last visit she’d been a he and had been delightfully lead astray by H.G’s sister Helena. 

She’d been minding her own business and enjoying the tour when two secret service agents had caused a scene and resulted in the museum being closed for the day. Just when she was enjoying herself! In the haste to get everybody out, she’d dropped her sonic screwdriver, that had been happening a lot since the last regeneration - she just couldn’t find a suitable place to keep it.

While retrieving the screwdriver there had been a terrible misunderstanding. She didn’t like to dwell on it, it was all quite silly really…the upshot being that she’d been handcuffed to a chair. It was a lot like her first meeting with River really.

There were no Autons, or Rhino police on the moon. There were no explosions and she didn’t regenerate.  She did stick her companion-to-be and her partner to the ceiling while she made her escape, but…but…it was a feat of brilliance!

Thankfully Myka had forgiven her. She was currently tucked away in the library reading none other than H.G Wells. Maybe she’d take Myka to meet H.G one day, what could the harm be?

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"Pleb? Excuse me?" Helena's eyebrows pop up and she lets out a chuckle. "It will never cease to amaze me how words are like living beings, they keep growing, transmuting, prancing around and merging... it's beautiful."

She looks back at Jo. "Is it because of your promise to your Helena? How did we even first meet?"

"But ya didn’t take them off, you pleb." Jo replies with a smirk.

"Uh… no, no I’m good. I’ll just wait here." She says, sitting in the captain’s chair. 

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"But they were on already," Helena glares at Jo playfully.

"Are you coming?" she asked as she fixed her dress. She had no intention of scaring her daughter with unfamiliar garments, so she had picked a couple of items before setting out on her trip.

She pushed the door and hesitantly took a step out. Over a hundred years had gone by for her, but for her daughter, it'd just be a few hours.

"Damn right you do." Jo winks at her and smirks. "And apparently you're the lunatic because YOU rode her with the breaks on! By the Nine, woman..."

She sighs. "Yeah. She'll be right there. Right when you come out."

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"I need to borrow a few things, some -- artifacts. Don't worry, only the ones with little to no side effects, much like the ones Artie carries around in his bag. You see, Myka, I have found a time machine."

She waited for the woman's reaction; she was almost sure Myka could guess what was coming next.

"It's a blue box, a ship that travels through space and time. And -- this time, I am positive that I can go back and save Christina. I had to stop here first, there are things that will come useful in the past. Clothes, for one, some tools and -- "

She ran her fingers through her hair and then flashed an unsure, quivering smile. She wanted to ask Myka to come along, but how does one pop such a question? She wasn't even sure how to work the machine all that well, yet.

Stealing Puzzles, Changing the Day || Myka & HG