Office #26, Monday

[chosehumanity]

At least today, Mitchell wasn't going to have to fear being assaulted by random vampires in his office, which was a cheery enough prospect to get him to go there. This time, he found no qualms in the idea of turning on his television and sitting back in his chair with a bag of nachos.

Honestly, the whole thing had him thinking maybe he should pay a visit to Bristol again sometime soon; he was starting to feel a little caged 'round here. Maybe a tall glass of lager and some real (tasteless, paper) crisps would help assuage the feeling.

Oh well. He popped a nacho into his mouth and propped his feet up on the desk.

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[bitten_notshy]

"It might just be the island, but I think I am," Jack said. "It's ... easier. And if my history ends up tracking this one, I don't want to live through two wars just to start with."

Which, Jack realized pessimistically, might just mean he'd end up in the middle of the great war of the 21st century.

[chosehumanity]

"They were pretty bad wars," he admitted, an ironic smile on his face. "Trust me on that one." He eyed Jack. "No one else you'd be leaving?"

[bitten_notshy]

Well, he'd be pulling Sebastien away from Mrs. Smith and whatever court he'd put together in Baltimore, but that was only a point in the plan's favor in Jack's head.

"Not really. He's my family, and I have better friends here than there."

[chosehumanity]

Not that Mitchell hadn't abandoned Bristol in a flurry with only George to back him up. "Sounds like a plan, then," he said, "If you can get the causeway to let you out on current-day Baltimore."

[bitten_notshy]

That's something I probably need to ask the admin team about, isn't it

"I didn't know it was moody," Jack said, pursing his lips. "It could say no?"

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell shrugged. "You're from another time," he said, "I've seen a lot, but time travel's still up to Mr. What."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack didn't quite get the reference, but he understood its tone. "Should probably make a test run," he speculated. "It's let me into this time, but other worlds. I've no idea about my own."

He ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry. Talking to myself."

[chosehumanity]

"Might as well clear out your thoughts," Mitchell said, idly, "Or it'll get stuffy in there. Sounds like a plan."

[bitten_notshy]

"Something like one, anyhow," Jack agreed. "... besides, I should see what I'm in for before I commit to it anyhow."

[chosehumanity]

"You've got a few things to catch up on," Mitchell agreed. "Cars, video displays, really decadent fast food." He shot Jack a careful look. "If you do decide to wander off, take someone along, take some time to figure things out. I can even tag along if you'd need it, though no doubt you'd rather run free with the rest of the henhouse."

[bitten_notshy]

"No, hang on," Jack said thoughtfully. "I'd need to see how safe things would be for Sebastien, too. You're better equipped to do that than I am. It's not a bad idea at all."

[chosehumanity]

"I can manage that," he said, giving it a moment's thought, but not much more than that. "Just tell me when you intend to go."

[bitten_notshy]

"There's a break at the end of the month, isn't there?" Jack asked. "That week should work."