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Mystery Sign Theatre, Thursday

By the time Thursday came around, Mitchell had heard of all that had gone on. He figured the kids could all use some escapism at the moment, so he spoke to a few of the lads inside and they all agreed. A Space Battles marathon was clearly in order for anyone wanting to take a moment away from the island, just for the day.

And lo, the sign above the entrance changed accordingly.

TODAY'S SHOWING:
SPACE BATTLES ORIGINAL TRILOGY
MARATHON
AFTERNOON & EVENING

There. That ought to be Mitchell's contribution to humanity for the day.

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Gather up, get some grub, get going!

With pee breaks between the films. You can sneak in - and out - whenever you like, as long as you've got a ticket. The marathon repeats in the evening, for the late dwellers.

Where Mitchell can be found now and then, when he's not sitting in the theatre.

Kate wasn't really a fan of Space Battles, but she did realize she hadn't actually been inside the theater since Mitchell had taken up running it, so she and her takeaway cup of hot chocolate ducked in in the afternoon.

And the office was easy enough to find. "Hey," she greeted him from the door.

"Kate!" Mitchell exclaimed, pleased, although he wasn't pleased enough to see her to take his feet off the desk. "So you found me."

Kate snorted in amusement at that pleased reaction to her, but couldn't help smiling anyway. "Yeah. It was really tough, too."

"Obviously not tough enough," he said, "I'll have to have the door repainted. Something in camo, maybe."

"You'll have to paint the whole wall," she replied, taking an idle step actually in to the office. "The whole theater, maybe."

"Maybe," Mitchell said, dropping his feet off the desk - but only so he could turn his twisty chair around to face her. "But that sounds like an awful lot of work."

Kate shrugged a shoulder. "Well, don't look at me, I don't even know why you'd want to hide in the first place."

Mitchell waved a hand in her general direction. "Come in," he said, in lieu of answering, "Grab a chair, tell me what's gone on. Were you here for the trouble last week?"

Well, that got her easy smirk to turn into making a face as she plopped herself down into a chair that she'd probably end up claiming as hers for forever, like she'd done with one in his previous office.

"No," she said, after a sip of hot chocolate. "I left for Kansas on Monday and got back Sunday morning."

"Bristol on Monday, got back on Tuesday," Mitchell said, though he sounded a touch relieved. "Looks like we both kept safe this time." Maybe the island had decided they'd had their quota of trouble recently.

"Mostly because I ran away at the first sign of trouble," Kate said, a little on the dry side. "Really didn't want to deal with any island shit."

Which was a nice way of saying she'd had a near panic attack.

It was, but Mitchell shrugged that off. "Did you have a decent time at home?" he said, "Entertain anyone interesting?"

"Eh, it was okay, I guess," she said with a shrug. "Went looking at some wedding gowns with my aunt. Totally pointless, though, since we don't even know what kind of a whale she'll be once it's time for the actual wedding."

"When's she getting married?" Mitchell asked, perking up. A little.

... mostly to pull a Cheeto out of the bag on his desk.

"March, I think," Kate replied, shrugging again. She just wasn't really feeling the whole wedding thing. "She's hoping it'll be all... spring-like by then, so she can have it in our backyard or something."

Mitchell snorted. "Well, if next year is going to be anything like last year, she'll be up to her arse in snow."

"Maybe that'll at least take attention away from how totally preggers she'll be?" she suggested brightly. "Not that people won't still talk."

"I have to say, it's been like, what... forty, fifty years since the last time I saw someone get married because she found herself in that state," Mitchell said, thoughtfully. "It's like progress, except the other way around. Talk about aiming high."

Kate couldn't help snickering. Mostly because she wasn't a very nice person.

"Ohhh no, that's not why she's getting married," she said, leaning forward in her chair. "She got pregnant after they got engaged. And the fiancé? Is not the father."

"Oooh, scandal," Mitchell commented, sitting forward, too.

"Yeah," Kate nodded, way too happy to be gossiping about this. "And it's really bad too. I mean, get this: the fiancé is this environmental lawyer - tall, dark and handsome, the whole nine yards. And then the father of the poor kid is this short chubby guy who works with my dad at his landscaping firm."

One of Mitchell's eyebrows went up. "Sounds like someone has a fetish and is afraid to admit it," he said. "Classic self-denial. Probably chasing the two point six."

"I just think she's desperate," Kate shrugged. "With a tendency to shoot herself in the foot."

Oh, how she'd fail to make a connection between those words and something that was going to happen later in the day.

"Why doesn't this woman have her own reality show yet?" Mitchell wanted to know. "I thought that was the done thing in America."

"Because no one wants reality shows about people from Kansas," Kate replied easily. "And even if they did, Charmaine is my mom's sister."

Guess which one would have an easier time getting their own show.

"Your mum's more the pop psych show type."

"Nah, I think it'd be a trashy reality show," she mused, shaking her head. "Y'know, exactly the kind I'd watch if it wasn't my life."

"Too much potential for a lawsuit," Mitchell judged, "Psychological conditions aren't funny, and all that lot. Your aunt, though... well, look at the Kardashians."

Not that Mitchell watched a lot of crap telly.

"I'd rather not."

Now, Kate, don't pretend you have limits when you don't.

Mitchell's "Oh, please," communicated roughly that idea, yeah.

Kate laughed, trying to look affronted. "What? I have limits!"

"Well," Mitchell said, snagging another cheeto, "I don't think we've passed them yet."

"Well, you brought the Kardashians up first," she retorted. "So it's not like you have room to talk."

"I zap!" he said, defensively.

Kate snorted. "You watch."

So sleepy. At 1:30 PM. WTF, me.

Naptime?

But I'm of the opinion any time is a good time for naptime.

Ha. No, I'm not feeling very nappy, but I don't think I'm going to school today - threatening reports of a snowstorm and all. So I might go for a light doze, instead. ;)

We have the same weather -- we're supposed to get a dazzling 1 to 3 inches.

Hush, it's the south. That totally counts as a blizzard.

TOTALLY! We've got the same forecast and our local weather people are going 'OMG IT'S GONNA BE NASTY WE ARE DOOMED!'

FROZEN STUFF! FALLING FROM THE SKY! WHO HAS SEEN SUCH A THING?

It makes me grumbly.

Oh, I have no doubt we'll wind up with something like that, too - it's more the fact that it's going to get insanely cold right after, leading to slippery streets and rails and, well, let me put it this way, National Railways was forced to discontinue their 'we're ready for winter!' campaign last week to avoid making a fool of themselves.

Ahem.

Ah. Luckily our trains are usually okay with this much snow. Roads, on the other hand ... well, at least they aren't out of money for salt yet?

Driving home tonight will be funnest ever.

Heh, yeah, this is my Catch-22 if I want to go to school tonight: brave the slippery roads that have already seen a whole bunch of accidents the past few weeks, or take the train and hope to god a single fleck of snow on the rails won't ruin the entire system.

Amusingly enough, the National Railways site is already lagging hard under all the traffic.

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