Dinah had actually bought some pretty nice presents for Priestly's birthday, and had found a good place to get a cake (the guy shouldn't have to make one on his own birthday (unless he really wanted to)). It was going to be a pretty cool day--
--but Dinah was not in residence. Instead, Elizabeth Tudor, Queen of England, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc. (circa 1558), was stopping by.
Currently she was looking out the glass windows of the Clocktower in amazement, a little fear, and a great deal of bewilderment.
Which would probably shortly become 'really pissed off' as soon as she had someone to talk to.
[Open for visits and phone calls! Dinah is now Queen Elizabeth I, based on Rachel Skarsten's appearances on Reign.]
The elevator sounded in the hallway, and she turned toward it with a frown. "What is that?"
He was kind of hoping Liz and Alfred would very politely throw down. He'd sell tickets to that.
"Ah." Barbara sighed, surveying the Queen with bemusement. "I see we're a little late for the party."
Helena was there in skin-tight leggings and a shirt that was falling off her shoulders.
Queen E did, in fact, look stunned and rather appalled.
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Are we sure Arthur isn't her ancestor?
"I want one." That was even better than the food things!
"I am not, I'm explaining. It's not my fault you have four hundred years of catching up to do. And your legs work fine. No wheelchair for you."
"This blows," Helena muttered, studying the Queen. "Although that dress looks great on Dinah."
"Welcome to the Clocktower, Your Majesty," Barbara said with a sigh. "Sorry we weren't here when you arrived, Priestly."