fandomtownies | Movie Sign Theatre, Sunday Morning

Mitchell had been taking a stroll to-- well, to take his mind off of things. Being here early meant he wasn't sure what to do with his time, and having little to do meant running the risk of thinking--

Introspection. It was a vampire's greatest downfall.

There was a man standing just outside the box office at the movie theatre as Mitchell passed on by, looking forlorn at a movie poster. Mitchell frowned, thought it through for a few seconds, and then advanced on him. A friendly chat wouldn't hurt, right?

"So what's going on?" he started, out of the blue. "Putting up the new posters? There's a batch of good summer films coming out, I'm hearing."

The man sighed, and rubbed at the back of his head. "Yeah, if I could ever afford any," he muttered. "The crisis, man. Especially in this town. Nearly empty every night."

Mitchell frowned. "Sounds harsh."

You could say what you wanted, but in the large scheme of really horrible impulsive things John Mitchell came up with to deal with himself, buying a share in a film theatre was downright benign.

[[ and open if someone wants to run into Mitchell outside/inside MST3000, sure! ]]