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Mystery Sign Theatre, Wednesday

Another week, another day at work for Kate. It hadn't gotten old yet, and she liked having somewhere to go, especially with the random moods she was having. Yesterday had been a little taxing and a little weird and although she'd gotten rid of some of the effects of that with a long phonecall with Zach last night, she'd still woken up a little restless this morning.

Today's movie wasn't about romantic relationships and she was happy about that, at least.

TODAY'S SHOWING:
Dig!

Mystery Sign Theatre 3000 was open.

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She's actually staying put behind the concession stand today.

Well, Kate's not there the entire day.

A documentary on the once-promising American rock bands The Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Dandy Warhols, and the friendship/rivalry between their respective founders, Anton Newcombe and Courtney Taylor.

Kate's not there this week, but the manager might be, if he pings in.

The manager was there, though he wouldn't be there all day, either. He had a portalocity appointment for that day, and a not-quite-decided-upon plan to swing by a certain lady doctor sometime this weekend.

For now, though, he had his feet propped up on the desk, and was sipping his coffee.

"Ooh look, someone's hard at work," Kate snarked, sailing in for a coffee break, phone in hand. Texting was a good break activity. "Such an awesome example."

"I could pretend to phone someone," Mitchell offered, "Or tend to our non-existent angry customers, but..." He made a vague gesture with his hand, which was useful, because he could use it to pull out a packet of cigarettes on the downswing.

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"But you'd rather just sit around and drink coffee and smoke," Kate filled in for him as she stuck the phone in her pocket and went over to the coffee machine to start doing one of those things herself. "I know how that works."

Mitchell helpfully lit a cigarette to illustrate that idea. He was still possibly the world's worst role model, thank you.

"I could requisition more popcorn," he mused, grinning. "How are you doing up front?"

"Bored," Kate replied with a shrug, pouring herself a mug of coffee. "Considering losing the last of what little friends I have on this island by harassing them over the phone until they come here to watch shit."

"At least that might lead to a small bonus on your paycheck?" Mitchell offered, taking a drag off his cigarette. "Cash for pals."

Kate gave an amused little snort. "I don't know if I wanna start being the cinema pimp," she said. "Actually getting a paycheck is kind of a bonus in itself."

"I guess I don't really want to invest in getting you one of those purple furry coats," he said, thoughtfully.

"I'd want a pink one, anyway," she retorted, pulling up a chair for herself. "Ooh, and one of those ridiculous hats. And a cane."

"I'm not getting you any weapons," Mitchell said, gesturing at her with his cigarette. "That's just an accident waiting to happen."

"I already have a knife." Oh look, so that slipped out, all idle and stuff. "And there have been no accidents, oh Mitchell of little faith."

Mitchell blinked. "Since when are you walking around with one of those, miss Lethality?"

Kate rolled her eyes. "I don't actually walk around with it." Much. She didn't have it on her now, anyway. "But, for a while now?"

"Since the whole thing with that twat of an ex of yours?" he asked, after thinking about it for a minute.

Cue Kate looking mighty confused. "... Bod?"

Look, she didn't know how her weird relationships looked to outsiders.

"...No, the other one? You know..."

Mitchell was trying not to say the word 'vampire', here.

"Huh?" A moment of processing some more, and then... "Ohh, Hannibal? What, no, I never dated him."

There was a pause.

"...Well, I suppose that means I know far more about your sex life than I ever wanted to," Mitchell said, pulling a face. "God."

Kate pulled a face of her own, one hand coming up to rub at her temple.

"I hate him," she said, and meant it. "Of course he'd be bragging about that. Of course."

Mitchell's face-pulling kept up for another second or two (no offense, Kate) before he could even think about responding.

"I broke his kneecaps," he offered.

Yeah, that just made her wince.

"Thank you, I guess," Kate said, but it was insincere and she looked at her coffee mug instead of him.

She hadn't asked for any details of that particular incident for a reason.

"Sorry," he muttered, wincing along.

"It's just not something I wanna dwell on, you know?" she said, by way of explanation, swirling the coffee around in the mug a bit. "I mean, you two are-- were my best friends."

"No, I get it," Mitchell said, taking a quick pull off his cigarette, so he could recollect his thoughts. "It gets-- complicated. With vampires, life and death... Not that anyone needs to tell you that."

"No, no one needs to tell me that," Kate agreed, subdued. "I've kinda had my share of practical experience with vampires and other... stuff. And it's never simple, I know."

"Maybe when the rush wears off for him, he'll come 'round," Mitchell said, after another moment. "You don't know."

Kate shook her head and glanced up at him. "Don't say that. I do so much better when it's not really him."

Pointing out that Herrick used to say that vampires were just human beings freed of their conscience... was probably not a good idea, Mitchell reflected.

"If it helps," he said, trying to recover, "They aren't themselves. Not... at first. It's too easy to lose yourself."

"He might not even be the same as you," Kate pointed out mildly. She was quite committed to this idea of Hannibal being dead, really. She had to be. "Different worlds and all that."

"Maybe," Mitchell said, but he sounded... skeptical. "Did you know there were vampires in his world?"

"No," she said, and shrugged a shoulder. "And soon enough I'm probably gonna just start assuming you're everywhere. No offence."

It just seemed to come up a lot.

"None taken," Mitchell said, waving it off. "It'd give Herrick's crackpot theories about us being part of nature some credence."

Kate sighed. "That's even why we started talking in the first place, remember?" she asked. "After that whole deal with the evil Fandom and people taking comanaps."

"Would it count as a really bad pun if I said that felt like a century ago?"

Thanks for the inappropriate joke, Mitchell.

Well at least it lightened the mood some, if Kate's dry snort was anything to go by.

"You'll get arrested for that, I bet."

"They'd have to catch me, first." He relaxed in his chair. A little.

"You have such little faith in the bad pun police," Kate tsked. "They're way sneaky."

Early Wednesday mornings are the bane of my existence, bah.

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