Mitchell's Place At 71 Serendipity, Wednesday Morning

[chosehumanity]

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. ]]

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[chosehumanity]

There was a slight pause. "You didn't turn into a child over the weekend, did you?"

Look, after a comment like that, it deserved asking.

[vanillajello]

"What? Oh God no, I spent the weekend totally normal sized, getting cavities from the boyfriend's utter sweetness," Kate replied, wrinkling her nose again. "Of course, he came over mostly 'cause T punched me in the face last week."

Way to beat around the bush with that tidbit, Kate.

[chosehumanity]

"...What?"

[vanillajello]

Kate rolled her eyes. "She was drunk and angry at Mom's professor, and wanted to take the car," she explained. "I said no and she didn't like that."

[chosehumanity]

"Wait," Mitchell said, holding up a hand until he realised that she couldn't actually see it. "One of your mum's other selves punched you?"

[vanillajello]

"Yes, T did," Kate replied, with a tone that suggested he should have been following better than that. "Although I personally would prefer to focus on the fact that I tackled her to the ground afterwards."

Because that was badass and marginally less terrifying if she thought on it too hard.

[chosehumanity]

"So you got into a fight," Mitchell said, and his voice hung somewhere between incredulous and amused and worried, "With your mother's... teenage end."

[vanillajello]

"Yes." Well, no point in denying it. "And i won. Technically. Even if I did get a bloody nose for my trouble."

[chosehumanity]

"Any more of these little incidents I haven't heard about?" Mitchell wondered.

[vanillajello]

"Not really. But I did throw up on the table at Barnabeez at being confronted with my horrendous past as both a Barnabeez waitress and an internet entrepreneur?"

A beat.

"But that was like a month ago."