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Another week past, another quantity of days spent home in Bristol helping newly made vampires cope with the immediate symptoms of the change. Mitchell didn't need Parents' Weekend to meet any of his 'old friends' or relatives.

All of his relatives were dead, anyway.

But, in honour of the weekend, he at least managed to dredge up something that everyone would be able to watch. Two family comedies, though, seemed like a little too much work today.

TODAY'S SHOWING:
Cold Times: Wet Feet

He put a smileyface underneath just to stress the point, then went back inside. Just because he didn't feel smileyface-y didn't mean he was going to completely ruin whatever the humans were up to.

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Which were, as always, well-stocked and ready for anyone who wanted some popcorn or a related snack.

The heartwarming tale of a mammoth, a sloth, a sabretooth tiger, two oppossums, and the sabretoothed squirrel who follows them around. In this installment, Our Heroes have to cope with a flood when the pleasant water causes all the ice in the valley to melt.

Who's either in his office or in the theatre proper, depending on the time of day or night.

Unlike some of Kate's previous Parents' Weekend guests, Lynda got to explore the island unsupervised, and so she had decided to check out what little there was in the way of art on this quaint little island.

With Cold Times playing, the movie theater was as much of a disappointment as most of its kind were, but the film was not the main attraction here for Lynda, anyway. No, she was more interested in finding a certain person she'd heard quite a bit about.

And right now, she was standing in the doorway to that person's office, her expression impassive but her gaze almost measuring, picking up on details. "You Mitchell?"

Mitchell looked away from his TV set - he'd just been in the middle of an excellent 1920s monster film, thank you very much. Actually, 'looked away' didn't really cover it. He looked startled.

"Yeah," he said, blinking. "Who wants to know?"

Lynda took a step into the office, and an idle look around the room. "Lynda Frazier," she said, leaving out the P because it looked better in writing. "You run this place?"

"As of last month," Mitchell replied. Parent of one of the kids? She had to be. "I'm... not a teacher any more, if that's why you've come calling."

One of Lynda's eyebrows quirked upward, just a little. "You used to teach at the school?" She hadn't known that, though it didn't really surprise her. Wouldn't have been the first, she knew that.

"That's not why I'm here," she said idly, as if it didn't even matter. Her eyes flicked to the TV. "So you get the good stuff back here and the family friendly shit in the actual theater?"

She couldn't say she approved.

Mitchell shrugged. "It's Parents' Weekend," he pointed out. "Last thing I need is parents bursting in here and complaining about the films. Cultural barbarians, the lot."

"Yes, I heard you might think that," Lynda replied with a faint smile. "And everybody knows ain't no way to stop the kids from watching whatever it is they want to watch."

"Half the time 'what the kids want to watch' is something about a pet detective," Mitchell groused. He turned his chair around - handy swivelling chairs - and eyed her. "So did you just show up here to criticize the films, or...?"

"I just came to talk to you," she said, easy and unaffected. "Might say I was curious."

The famous Mitchell. How was she supposed to resist?

"I'm just some bloke running a movie theatre," he said, finally giving up on the whole 'why are you talking to me?' bit. "You're someone's guest?"

There was another one of those almost smiles. "Mmhmm. And I've heard a lot about you, Mitchell."

"...Kate or Chloe?" Mitchell said, frowning a bit.

Because he already had a hunch there, yeah.

"Kate," Lynda replied, with some mild fondness. The girl had invited her here, after all. "The fierce princess of Overland Park, that's the one."

She wondered idly about who Chloe was, then let that thought go.

"Fierce is a good word for Kate," Mitchell said. He was being only a little sarcastic, honest. "I didn't know she had anyone coming over for the weekend. C'mon, grab a seat."

He was slightly less pissed at the world than a few weeks ago. That helped.

"Of course you didn't," Lynda replied, as if it was obvious, and like she was a little amused at some private joke. She took a seat, leaning back and crossing her legs.

"Her family's... unavailable, and she talks so much about the place, I figured I should come and have a look."

"Unavailable?" Mitchell said, rhetorically. He shook his head. "'Course they are. So you're looking after her now?"

"Lookin' after her?" And now Lynda was just openly amused. "Girl don't need nobody looking after her. I'm just a friend. And sort of a business partner."

Debtee, or something, too.

"Kate needs a lot of people looking after her," Mitchell retorted, without fire. "I also didn't know she had a business. What do you do?"

Because you had been kind of busy being a bitch, Mitchell.

"She seems perfectly capable of taking care of herself to me," Lynda replied mildly, shrugging. "You haven't heard of Princess Valhalla Hawkwind?"

Kate... may have talked her off last night about all her far-off friends who had seen the video, though she wasn't surprised Mitchell was out of the loop.

"... Princess Valhalla Hawkwind?"

That was a no. And a please tell me more.

"A character I've been doing art of for the past twenty years," Lynda said, almost smirking. "You got a computer that can get online around here?"

Because it was better seen. Or she just wanted to study his reaction.

"Yeah, I have a laptop," Mitchell said. "Uh, give me a--" he rummaged through some stacks of stuff. He knew how to use computers; he just wasn't young enough to be a complete nerd.

He dragged it out eventually, flipping it open. ... and no, he didn't have a password set.

Of course not. Well done, Mitchell.

"Go to YouTube and search for Princess Valhalla Hawkwind," Lynda said, leaning forward in her chair a bit. "Or you could just go to princessvalhallahawkwind dot com. Either way, you're gonna find the video."

"All right," Mitchell said, tapping away at the keyboard. Slowly. "Princess Valhalla Hawkwind," he echoed. "Very nordic." He pressed Enter.

And paused. Was that a preview picture of Kate in a--?

Yes. Yes it was.

"We made that last weekend," came Lynda's only contribution.

Mmm, Ice Age.

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Mystery Sign Theatre, Saturday

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