Around Barry Island, UK, Monday Afternoon
Sep. 24th, 2012 10:10 amSo maybe, just maybe, it would have been a good idea to text Jack HELP! more than five mintes before the part where George and Nina had run into a room full of feasting vampires wielding only a potted plant and a golf club, shouting "Who wants a piece of my plant?!" (George) to rescue young Adam, but, well, that was hindsight, and hindsight was always 20/20.
Not that there wasn't help required afterwards, but that was rather less acute.
So George wound up sitting back at home, nursing a tea and attempting to type an elaborate apology to Jack in only the small amount of characters he could manage on a text, and not really getting anywhere.
( Annie and Mitchell were on their way... honest. )
[[ for a jack; taken from Being Human 3x02: 'Adam's Family' ]]
Not that there wasn't help required afterwards, but that was rather less acute.
So George wound up sitting back at home, nursing a tea and attempting to type an elaborate apology to Jack in only the small amount of characters he could manage on a text, and not really getting anywhere.
( Annie and Mitchell were on their way... honest. )
[[ for a jack; taken from Being Human 3x02: 'Adam's Family' ]]
Honolulu Heights, Barry Island, Friday
Sep. 21st, 2012 08:33 am"...Now this here is your room, isn't that fantastic? I think there's a game of Buckaroo downstairs-- one of the other guests must have left it behind."
"Buckafuckingroo?"
The surly teenager standing before George gave him a look that went beyond disbelief. George, being George (and being rather preoccupied with sorting out the boy's sheets) did not let that throw him off his stride. "Yes," he said, decidedly. "It's a fantastic game for two to eight players-- oh, forget it, I'm just trying to think of things to keep you occupied."
... so yes, George handled it exactly like George Sands would.
"I can keep myself occupied," the little vampire said, sighing, and sat down on the bed.
It took a few moments before that one made it through to George's brain, but as soon as it did, he dropped the pillow. "Oh god, you're a teenage boy, of course you can." Ew ew ew ew ew.
"Hello!"
George had never been that happy to see Annie before.
"Don't you ever knock?" the boy - Adam - said, eyeballing Annie.
"Oh, I don't have to, being a ghost has some perks," Annie said. She had a smile on her face, her hips shifting a little as she spoke.
"Well, not around me, I don't want ghosts popping up all over the place, it freaks me out," Adam complained.
"You're a forty-six year old vampire," George pointed out, taking a moment to eyeball Adam right back, "who dresses like a child. Don't call her freaky."
"Anyway," Annie said, clearing her throat, "I'm just stopping by to see how you boys are getting on."
"Badly," George said.
Adam leaned over and kicked him.
George nearly toppled over, spun around on one foot, balanced precariously on it for several moments before setting it down on the floor and letting go of a belated, "Ow!"
He pointed a finger at Adam. "He just kicked me!" he shrieked. "I-- Annie! Tell him off!"
The look Annie gave him made it clear that this was not the most mature, manly thing she had ever heard George declare, but also that it wasn't exactly in the running for the least mature, manly thing he had ever said.
George sighed. "I need to call Mitchell," he said. "Again. He's still not answering his phone."
"You've left ten messages," Annie pointed out. "Maybe it's time we tried something else."
"Yeah," George said, rubbing the back of his head and giving Adam the stink-eye. "But who else do we know who knows anything about vampires--"
His eyes met Annie's eyes.
"Right," George said, and dashed-slash-stumbled-slash-flailed his way out the door towards the phone.
[[ for he who has been handwavily summoned here, and myself. Parts taken from Being Human 3x01: Adam's Family ]]
"Buckafuckingroo?"
The surly teenager standing before George gave him a look that went beyond disbelief. George, being George (and being rather preoccupied with sorting out the boy's sheets) did not let that throw him off his stride. "Yes," he said, decidedly. "It's a fantastic game for two to eight players-- oh, forget it, I'm just trying to think of things to keep you occupied."
... so yes, George handled it exactly like George Sands would.
"I can keep myself occupied," the little vampire said, sighing, and sat down on the bed.
It took a few moments before that one made it through to George's brain, but as soon as it did, he dropped the pillow. "Oh god, you're a teenage boy, of course you can." Ew ew ew ew ew.
"Hello!"
George had never been that happy to see Annie before.
"Don't you ever knock?" the boy - Adam - said, eyeballing Annie.
"Oh, I don't have to, being a ghost has some perks," Annie said. She had a smile on her face, her hips shifting a little as she spoke.
"Well, not around me, I don't want ghosts popping up all over the place, it freaks me out," Adam complained.
"You're a forty-six year old vampire," George pointed out, taking a moment to eyeball Adam right back, "who dresses like a child. Don't call her freaky."
"Anyway," Annie said, clearing her throat, "I'm just stopping by to see how you boys are getting on."
"Badly," George said.
Adam leaned over and kicked him.
George nearly toppled over, spun around on one foot, balanced precariously on it for several moments before setting it down on the floor and letting go of a belated, "Ow!"
He pointed a finger at Adam. "He just kicked me!" he shrieked. "I-- Annie! Tell him off!"
The look Annie gave him made it clear that this was not the most mature, manly thing she had ever heard George declare, but also that it wasn't exactly in the running for the least mature, manly thing he had ever said.
George sighed. "I need to call Mitchell," he said. "Again. He's still not answering his phone."
"You've left ten messages," Annie pointed out. "Maybe it's time we tried something else."
"Yeah," George said, rubbing the back of his head and giving Adam the stink-eye. "But who else do we know who knows anything about vampires--"
His eyes met Annie's eyes.
"Right," George said, and dashed-slash-stumbled-slash-flailed his way out the door towards the phone.
[[ for he who has been handwavily summoned here, and myself. Parts taken from Being Human 3x01: Adam's Family ]]
"It's been nice seeing Bo again, hasn't it?" George mused.
Nina crossed her arms over her lace corset and gave him a very pointed Look. George fidgeted a bit with the sheets and failed to meet her eyes.
There was a very loud thump.
"I... I really think she and Mitchell are a good match," he said. "She's very nice. Much nicer than the last one."
"You mean the deranged murderess who tried to explode me for being a werewolf?" Nina asked. "Yes, I would say she's a fair bit better than that, George."
There was another, louder thump.
"So that's good," George tried. "Very, very, very good. I think his taste in women is improving. Definitely evidence of that."
Thunk. Thud. Twump.
"However," Nina continued, "You and I were supposed to have a nice night in tonight. Wine. Dinner. Flowers. Private time."
"Well, we are having a nice time, aren't we?" George said. He fidgeted more. "I mean. It's been terribly nice. Together. We are having a nice time together--"
Some plaster fell off the ceiling.
THUNKERTHUMPTHUD.
"--Oh for the love of god will you stop showing off, Mitchell!"
"Gnghhhh," Nina said, and yanked the blankets over her head.
[[ 'stablishy. Bo modded with dirty permission! ]]
Nina crossed her arms over her lace corset and gave him a very pointed Look. George fidgeted a bit with the sheets and failed to meet her eyes.
There was a very loud thump.
"I... I really think she and Mitchell are a good match," he said. "She's very nice. Much nicer than the last one."
"You mean the deranged murderess who tried to explode me for being a werewolf?" Nina asked. "Yes, I would say she's a fair bit better than that, George."
There was another, louder thump.
"So that's good," George tried. "Very, very, very good. I think his taste in women is improving. Definitely evidence of that."
Thunk. Thud. Twump.
"However," Nina continued, "You and I were supposed to have a nice night in tonight. Wine. Dinner. Flowers. Private time."
"Well, we are having a nice time, aren't we?" George said. He fidgeted more. "I mean. It's been terribly nice. Together. We are having a nice time together--"
Some plaster fell off the ceiling.
THUNKERTHUMPTHUD.
"--Oh for the love of god will you stop showing off, Mitchell!"
"Gnghhhh," Nina said, and yanked the blankets over her head.
[[ 'stablishy. Bo modded with dirty permission! ]]
Honolulu Heights, Thursday Morning
Mar. 29th, 2012 01:00 pmIt had taken Mitchell time to track down Daisy. He had only set off to do it after the first rushes of joy at Annie's return had faded - really, he'd rather not have done it, but he knew a deal when he heard one.
And Lia had been very... specific.
Now, though, he had a good lead on where she was. It'd be something of a drive - an hour or two out - but the vampire he'd shaken up for it had been very clear. So. Now the question remained:
How do you tell an old friend that the beyond had it in for you? And how do you get them to listen?
Especially when they were Daisy.
So, walking back into the house that morning, Mitchell chose a technique that would let him handle it.
Procrastination.
"Oh. Reruns."
[[ open for phone calls! ]]
And Lia had been very... specific.
Now, though, he had a good lead on where she was. It'd be something of a drive - an hour or two out - but the vampire he'd shaken up for it had been very clear. So. Now the question remained:
How do you tell an old friend that the beyond had it in for you? And how do you get them to listen?
Especially when they were Daisy.
So, walking back into the house that morning, Mitchell chose a technique that would let him handle it.
Procrastination.
"Oh. Reruns."
[[ open for phone calls! ]]
Honolulu Heights, Friday
Feb. 24th, 2012 12:52 pmSo several people had been promised a housewarming party - and George had managed to convince Mitchell not to invite everyone in the whole neighbourhood, so chances were it might not even end in disaster - which would double as a 'welcome back, Annie!' party.
That meant tea. And biscuits. But mostly loads of tea. (And little finger sandwiches; Annie had insisted, claiming they were 'classy'.)
And leis. Annie had been vocal about those, too.
But: now the place was ready, after a week of running around and shopping and arguing and laughing and then running around some more. Time to celebrate.
[[ for those who were invited, and for anyone who thinks they might have been invited! ]]
That meant tea. And biscuits. But mostly loads of tea. (And little finger sandwiches; Annie had insisted, claiming they were 'classy'.)
And leis. Annie had been vocal about those, too.
But: now the place was ready, after a week of running around and shopping and arguing and laughing and then running around some more. Time to celebrate.
[[ for those who were invited, and for anyone who thinks they might have been invited! ]]
Honolulu Heights, Barry Island, Friday
Feb. 17th, 2012 04:48 pmMost of the people Mitchell knew on-island had long since left it - and even if they hadn't, the joy of Annie's return would have ensured that he hadn't exactly been paying attention to any shenanigans going on at the island. Instead, he was crashed out on the sofa in the living room, watching some new reality show on the telly.
Annie was sitting primly... in the other room; they had taken some time to find her a place, but she seemed quite happy there-- here, now.
So all had ended well.
You know. As long as Mitchell chose not to think about the little errand Lia had given him in purgatory. Which he did. With great abandon.
He lit another cigarette and sat back with his beer.
[[ for a very frustrated succubus... ]]
Annie was sitting primly... in the other room; they had taken some time to find her a place, but she seemed quite happy there-- here, now.
So all had ended well.
You know. As long as Mitchell chose not to think about the little errand Lia had given him in purgatory. Which he did. With great abandon.
He lit another cigarette and sat back with his beer.
[[ for a very frustrated succubus... ]]
George sat at the breakfast table with an untouched cup of tea, doing what he had been doing for most of last week... nothing, staring at the walls, trying not cry.
All right, so during the full moon things had gotten a bit... interesting... between him and Nina, so that had broken up the staring somewhat, but... that had only lasted so long. So now he sat here, and nursed his tea, and barely met Nina's eyes the few times she tried to get to him.
Then the door behind him opened, thudding against the wall, and he jerked up. Oh god-- would it be Mitchell and Annie? Were they back?
Some of the hope fled him as he looked: it was Mitchell, alive-- well, undead-- and well, thank god, but no sign of Annie.
No sign of Annie.
He couldn't deal with it any longer. The tears wrestled their way out and he sobbed out loud; no doubt he looked as ugly as he felt.
... and then the sound of tea clattering into his mug pulled him out of it. He looked up and stared directly into Annie's face, and her smile, god-- George hurled himself at her, hugging her tight, as behind him Nina did the same to Mitchell.
Mitchell-- pulled out his phone, and texted a quick, We're back!!! to the people who'd care. Then the three of them took Annie and dragged her from room to room, showing off their new home, and celebrating the return of a friend.
[[ open to texts! Taken from Being Human 3x01. I miss this show, I really do. ]]
All right, so during the full moon things had gotten a bit... interesting... between him and Nina, so that had broken up the staring somewhat, but... that had only lasted so long. So now he sat here, and nursed his tea, and barely met Nina's eyes the few times she tried to get to him.
Then the door behind him opened, thudding against the wall, and he jerked up. Oh god-- would it be Mitchell and Annie? Were they back?
Some of the hope fled him as he looked: it was Mitchell, alive-- well, undead-- and well, thank god, but no sign of Annie.
No sign of Annie.
He couldn't deal with it any longer. The tears wrestled their way out and he sobbed out loud; no doubt he looked as ugly as he felt.
... and then the sound of tea clattering into his mug pulled him out of it. He looked up and stared directly into Annie's face, and her smile, god-- George hurled himself at her, hugging her tight, as behind him Nina did the same to Mitchell.
Mitchell-- pulled out his phone, and texted a quick, We're back!!! to the people who'd care. Then the three of them took Annie and dragged her from room to room, showing off their new home, and celebrating the return of a friend.
[[ open to texts! Taken from Being Human 3x01. I miss this show, I really do. ]]
"...Mitchell, why are we on a train?"
Mitchell opened his eyes.
Flickering lights, dark windows, a stark sense of death and decay-- they weren't on a train. They'd boarded the site of a tragedy... and he had a vague idea why. He wished he didn't. "It's... I don't know," he admitted. "I didn't do this."
But someone he knew had.
( He walked past the rows of seats... (Cut for some gore.) )
"Mitchell!"
Then there was darkness...
A long corridor...
And Annie, running at him, throwing her arms around his neck...
...and then the ocean, crashing into the shore of Barry Island.
[[ and done. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, and severely adapted from Being Human 3x01. ]]
Mitchell opened his eyes.
Flickering lights, dark windows, a stark sense of death and decay-- they weren't on a train. They'd boarded the site of a tragedy... and he had a vague idea why. He wished he didn't. "It's... I don't know," he admitted. "I didn't do this."
But someone he knew had.
( He walked past the rows of seats... (Cut for some gore.) )
"Mitchell!"
Then there was darkness...
A long corridor...
And Annie, running at him, throwing her arms around his neck...
...and then the ocean, crashing into the shore of Barry Island.
[[ and done. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, and severely adapted from Being Human 3x01. ]]
"Mitchell!"
"Annie?"
He'd been walking up and down this hall for what felt like half a century already, and suddenly there it was: her voice, as welcome as anything he'd ever seen or heard in his life time.
"Annie!"
She was nowhere to be seen.
"Mitchell!"
( A door. )
[[ NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Taken and severely adapted from Being Human 3x01. ]]
"Annie?"
He'd been walking up and down this hall for what felt like half a century already, and suddenly there it was: her voice, as welcome as anything he'd ever seen or heard in his life time.
"Annie!"
She was nowhere to be seen.
"Mitchell!"
( A door. )
[[ NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Taken and severely adapted from Being Human 3x01. ]]
Somewhere... Sometime... Somehow...
Feb. 8th, 2012 02:00 pmThe light faded, and Mitchell was left... with a corridor.
Dirty, muddy, dilapidated, lined with doors with tiny windows, and so little sunlight... or whatever passed for light in here.
"Annie?" he called, but there was no response, and no one to meet him here.
So he began to walk, testing doors, catching glimpses of ancient history before he slammed the door straight shut on it again. There were flashes, occasionally - of a petite brunette girl in a flowery dress, looking at him, unreadable.
"Hello--?"
But she'd vanish, again and again, leaving him stranded here with his memories.
"Annie?"
[[ day 1, and altered from Being Human 3x01! NFB & NFI, obviously, as it's purgatory. ]]
Dirty, muddy, dilapidated, lined with doors with tiny windows, and so little sunlight... or whatever passed for light in here.
"Annie?" he called, but there was no response, and no one to meet him here.
So he began to walk, testing doors, catching glimpses of ancient history before he slammed the door straight shut on it again. There were flashes, occasionally - of a petite brunette girl in a flowery dress, looking at him, unreadable.
"Hello--?"
But she'd vanish, again and again, leaving him stranded here with his memories.
"Annie?"
[[ day 1, and altered from Being Human 3x01! NFB & NFI, obviously, as it's purgatory. ]]
A Hospital, Barry Island, Wales, Tuesday
Feb. 7th, 2012 12:37 pm"Sean Hancock, diagnosed a year ago with malignant melanoma, secondaries in the brain and lung. He's on a morphine infusion and maintenance but his condition's deteriorating rapidly. If there's any time, it's now."
Mitchell paced through the hospital halls, Nina on one side and George on the other. It had been a while since he'd worked in one, but the smell of it - that, you never forgot.
"Wait, wait," George said, coming to a full stop. "Wait a sec-- You're doing this now? But it's a full moon tonight! And we just moved into a new house - there's enough going on without you crossing over into the afterlife!"
( 'We might have to wait weeks for another opportunity like this.' )
Mitchell pulled out his phone and sent out a few texts to the usual suspects. Going to save Annie tonight.
He was not always the most detailed.
[[ continued in the comments, taken from Being Human 3x01 and open to texts!wait for the ocd up... ]]
Mitchell paced through the hospital halls, Nina on one side and George on the other. It had been a while since he'd worked in one, but the smell of it - that, you never forgot.
"Wait, wait," George said, coming to a full stop. "Wait a sec-- You're doing this now? But it's a full moon tonight! And we just moved into a new house - there's enough going on without you crossing over into the afterlife!"
( 'We might have to wait weeks for another opportunity like this.' )
Mitchell pulled out his phone and sent out a few texts to the usual suspects. Going to save Annie tonight.
He was not always the most detailed.
[[ continued in the comments, taken from Being Human 3x01 and open to texts!
A House with a Mural, Wales, Monday
Jan. 16th, 2012 10:36 amThe mural stretched along the entirety of one living room wall. There were palm trees on it, a beach, some sea, a nice blue sky.
It was not exactly Michelangelo.
Still, it had a certain... something.
The real estate agent blabbing away in the background took away some of the ambiance, but Mitchell wasn't interested in her at all. Until...
"So it's the three of you, is it?"
He looked up. "A friend will be joining us later," he said.
( 'That's...' George attempted, then immediately gave up on it, his pointed finger still sticking overeagerly, a bit sheepishly up in the air. )
Half an hour later, Mitchell was sending out distracted change-of-address text messages, and the place was, for all intents and purposes, theirs.
[[ open, chiefly for one, but also for any phone calls and so on. taken from Being Human 3x01. ]]
It was not exactly Michelangelo.
Still, it had a certain... something.
The real estate agent blabbing away in the background took away some of the ambiance, but Mitchell wasn't interested in her at all. Until...
"So it's the three of you, is it?"
He looked up. "A friend will be joining us later," he said.
( 'That's...' George attempted, then immediately gave up on it, his pointed finger still sticking overeagerly, a bit sheepishly up in the air. )
Half an hour later, Mitchell was sending out distracted change-of-address text messages, and the place was, for all intents and purposes, theirs.
[[ open, chiefly for one, but also for any phone calls and so on. taken from Being Human 3x01. ]]
It was the screaming that woke Mitchell up.
The screaming, and then George knocking on his door like a man possessed.
Nina.
( They dashed down the halls at breakneck pace. )
[[ and thus ends a very merry Being Human Christmas Eve. Warning: violence and character death. NFB, NFI and OOC-okay; taken from Being Human 2x8. ]]
The screaming, and then George knocking on his door like a man possessed.
Nina.
( They dashed down the halls at breakneck pace. )
[[ and thus ends a very merry Being Human Christmas Eve. Warning: violence and character death. NFB, NFI and OOC-okay; taken from Being Human 2x8. ]]
"You've got some fucking nerve," Nina growled. Blonde, tiny Nina, who had to reach pretty far up high to kiss George-- she had Lucy by the throat up against the wall, and she did not look happy.
It was fairly understandable, if you asked Mitchell. Though he wasn't sure he could stand here through Lucy's pleading.
"Is your friend with you?" she snapped.
( She came here on her own, Nina. )
---
( Do you... trust her? )
---
( He brought Lucy a pillow and his old jacket for a blanket. 'Here. There's milk and bread and stuff in the fridge.' )
[[ to be finished tomorrow, since it's a whole lot to write up in one day. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, and taken and only slightly tweaked from Being Human 2x8! ]]
It was fairly understandable, if you asked Mitchell. Though he wasn't sure he could stand here through Lucy's pleading.
"Is your friend with you?" she snapped.
( She came here on her own, Nina. )
---
( Do you... trust her? )
---
( He brought Lucy a pillow and his old jacket for a blanket. 'Here. There's milk and bread and stuff in the fridge.' )
[[ to be finished tomorrow, since it's a whole lot to write up in one day. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, and taken and only slightly tweaked from Being Human 2x8! ]]
The house in Bristol had been filled with warmth, even at the worst of times; whether it was Annie's presence or just their collective bond, it had always felt like a home.
The house in Wales was everything the house in Bristol wasn't. It was cold and uninviting, and if it wasn't for the people living in it, Mitchell wouldn't have gone near it. But, with his surrogate little siblings long since graduated and gone, and his real family dead for long, long decades, they were all the family Mitchell had left.
( Nina's room was a mess of cut-outs and newspaper clippings. She stalked through the house like a woman on a mission, cradling the book that had just come in the post. )
~
( A little later in the day, darkness already creeping in, Mitchell stepped outside. He had been picked to go do a little shopping. )
--
The first thing Nina did when she saw Lucy was slam her up against the wall so hard it jostled her head.
Merry fucking Christmas.
It was certainly going to be a grand one.
[[ NFB due to distance, NFI, OOC-okay, and taken and adapted from Being Human 2x8. mention of character death under the cut. to be continued over the next two days. ]]
The house in Wales was everything the house in Bristol wasn't. It was cold and uninviting, and if it wasn't for the people living in it, Mitchell wouldn't have gone near it. But, with his surrogate little siblings long since graduated and gone, and his real family dead for long, long decades, they were all the family Mitchell had left.
( Nina's room was a mess of cut-outs and newspaper clippings. She stalked through the house like a woman on a mission, cradling the book that had just come in the post. )
~
( A little later in the day, darkness already creeping in, Mitchell stepped outside. He had been picked to go do a little shopping. )
--
The first thing Nina did when she saw Lucy was slam her up against the wall so hard it jostled her head.
Merry fucking Christmas.
It was certainly going to be a grand one.
[[ NFB due to distance, NFI, OOC-okay, and taken and adapted from Being Human 2x8. mention of character death under the cut. to be continued over the next two days. ]]
71 Serendipity, Wednesday Morning
Dec. 21st, 2011 02:19 pmAll right, the holiday season was officially here, so Mitchell couldn't put this off any longer.
He was going back to Wales to celebrate Christmas and New Years with George and Nina. A small affair. It wouldn't be festive. Not... too festive, anyway. Annie's death-- vanishing was still too fresh on everyone's minds, and Nina was too dedicated to her search to really let up the severe attitude for more than a moment.
Still, especially with Jack and Kate gone, there wasn't anywhere else he wanted to be for the holidays. So he messaged Bohandwavily that he'd be out of town for a couple of days starting today, and started packing up his things.
[[ mitchell's last post in fandom for a while, not that he knows it. open! ]]
He was going back to Wales to celebrate Christmas and New Years with George and Nina. A small affair. It wouldn't be festive. Not... too festive, anyway. Annie's death-- vanishing was still too fresh on everyone's minds, and Nina was too dedicated to her search to really let up the severe attitude for more than a moment.
Still, especially with Jack and Kate gone, there wasn't anywhere else he wanted to be for the holidays. So he messaged Bo
[[ mitchell's last post in fandom for a while, not that he knows it. open! ]]
71 Serendipity, Tuesday Morning
Dec. 13th, 2011 12:54 pmThe doorbell rang.
Mitchell didn't exactly get a lot of visitors, and as far as he knew, at this time of day, there were exactly two possibilities: Jack or Bo. He opened up the door with a casual greeting on his lips, and... found himself facing a polar bear instead.
The polar bear grinned at him encouragingly, and offered him a bottle of Coca Cola.
"...Thanks?" he said, taking the bottle in hand.
The polar bear dropped back onto four paws and turned around, happily trundling down the street, still pulling a refrigerated cart with the Coca Cola logo emblazed on it.
Mitchell stared after it. Then looked down at the bottle. Then stared after it again. Finally, he shook his head, went back inside, and shut the door. He felt it worked out better all around if he didn't ask questions.
[[ open! ]]
Mitchell didn't exactly get a lot of visitors, and as far as he knew, at this time of day, there were exactly two possibilities: Jack or Bo. He opened up the door with a casual greeting on his lips, and... found himself facing a polar bear instead.
The polar bear grinned at him encouragingly, and offered him a bottle of Coca Cola.
"...Thanks?" he said, taking the bottle in hand.
The polar bear dropped back onto four paws and turned around, happily trundling down the street, still pulling a refrigerated cart with the Coca Cola logo emblazed on it.
Mitchell stared after it. Then looked down at the bottle. Then stared after it again. Finally, he shook his head, went back inside, and shut the door. He felt it worked out better all around if he didn't ask questions.
[[ open! ]]
Mitchell didn't spend as much time going back and forth between his UK and Fandom as he used to; the two weeks he'd spent there a little while ago had been an aberration. Now, though, he was considering going back again, if simply to find out exactly why Nina had somehow forgotten about Kemp.
Being trapped in an institution by a man like that seemed like the sort of thing that would stick with you.
Add to that that Carl was nowhere to be found either - though that was more a Jack's-world issue than a Mitchell's-UK issue - he was starting to get worried. Maybe Nina had some kind of degenerative disease? Mitchell had lost too many friends this year already - he didn't want to lose... well, George's girlfriend, and George's sanity if something happened to Nina.
But those were just thoughts.
What he was doing right now was... pretty much what he did any day of the week when he wasn't at the theater: moping behind the television.
[[ mostly for one, but open for visits or phone calls, sure. ]]
Being trapped in an institution by a man like that seemed like the sort of thing that would stick with you.
Add to that that Carl was nowhere to be found either - though that was more a Jack's-world issue than a Mitchell's-UK issue - he was starting to get worried. Maybe Nina had some kind of degenerative disease? Mitchell had lost too many friends this year already - he didn't want to lose... well, George's girlfriend, and George's sanity if something happened to Nina.
But those were just thoughts.
What he was doing right now was... pretty much what he did any day of the week when he wasn't at the theater: moping behind the television.
[[ mostly for one, but open for visits or phone calls, sure. ]]