chosehumanity | 71 Serendipity, Thursday Late Afternoon

Mitchell got in from Baltimore sometime just past noon. He hadn't listened to the radio for a while; now he had oceans of time, and he was planning to use them to catch up. After all, you did get tired of having a sixteen-year-old accuse you of being unaware what was going on all the time.

The first thing he did when he finished was leave a voicemail. The second thing he did was - post-squirrel-checking the room - launch a diatribe over the phone to George about stupid bloody vampires who didn't know how to clean up after themselves or work the system. (He'd contemplated calling Mina despite their rusty truce, but he didn't particularly feel like helping out on this whole mad hunt by waking up any potential sleeping dragons about anyone else)

The third thing he did was flop down on the couch with a beer, cross his arms, put on a film that wasn't at all thematic for his feelings about the whole thing at large, and brood.

If he'd had any inclination of letting Fandom at large know about himself, it was firmly gone by now.

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"Or it's someone who used magic to play with Raven's mind and make her see Max," Jack suggested. "Either way, it's someone who doesn't care what happens to anyone else. He's dangerous and I have no idea who he might be."

None of this should be a surprise, considering the topic under discussion, but Jack had a hard time remembering the evil-undead-fiends technicality.

Mitchell rubbed at his hair, practically yanking it over his forehead. "Right," he said, "So we've got a rogue vampire running around."

And that with no safety net in place to dispose of the bodies.

"That's the size of it," Jack said. "I'd offer suggestions, but it's not as if I can do anything."

"I invited Max over tonight, I'll check him over," Mitchell replied. He was starting to sorely need someone he could flip out at. Perhaps leaving Baltimore had been a bad idea. "And I'll see about the grapevine."

If Herrick was involved in this...

There was an 'or worse' attached to that, but Mitchell preferred not to dwell on it until it became an immediate problem.

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"Good. And I'll see if Tony has any brilliant ideas," Jack said. Tony knew magic; his brain might stretch in directions Jack's didn't. "And -- take care of yourself?"

Yeah, he had nothing.

"I know how to handle this kind of thing," Mitchell said, sounding twitchy. "Just keep the mobs calm, will you?"

He had a few more other poor-monster-being-chased-off-by-the-crowd movies lined up for tonight, for some reason.

"I'll help where I can." He'd already convinced Raven there was at least one good vampire in the word; that had to count for something.

"Thank you," Mitchell replied, sincerely.

And, there being very little else to say, he hung up.

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