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Well. That was more than a bit of a faff.

Helena built a rocket – of course she did, in hindsight – and that wasn’t even the real problem. The real problem was that Mr. Crowley, apparently more mad than anyone had given him credit for, had stolen the horn in the first place, thinking it would serve well as a power source and he could then use the rocket to terrorise the Regents into staying in Britain.

David doesn’t see that working very well, personally; if anything, he suspects Mr. Crowley’s plan reaching a success would have only convinced the Regents to move sooner, and he doesn’t want to know what the next plan would have been. Better for everyone that they can’t find out now.

As he and Helena make their way back to the Warehouse, he says, “Were you really going to get inside that craft and ride it to the stars?”
this_isaturn: (partners in crime(-solving))
David's room is still rather plainly appointed, but not unlike his room at the Warehouse. If anything, the largest difference is that he has a small table.
He was never in the habit of eating in his room before, but here it's all he has, if he wants his Friday evenings to go uninterrupted.
When Helena comes upstairs, she'll find the table already set for dinner. The Sabbath candles aren't lit yet, naturally, but the menorah's first three are.

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