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Mystery Sign Theatre, Wednesday

Kate had totally brought her laptop to work with her today. She'd put it away if anyone told her to, but until then, she'd be doing research for her Paranormal Activity presentation, and fucking around on Tumblr. Not necessarily in that order.

Don't judge. She was trying hard not to have a mild panic attack over the coming weekend. She wasn't even sure what was making her so nervous about it, but she knew the jumpiness was there, and it needed to be ignored. To help with that, she occasionally snuck into the theater as well, as was her way. It was a light movie today.

TODAY'S SHOWING:
Star-Crossed Garden Ornaments

No one needed any heavy drama in the week leading to Parents Weekend. Or more Justin Bieber, ugh. MST3000 was open!

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She finds ~~meta for~~ Gnomeo's voice soothing, in a weird way. Not to mention awfully familiar...

It's there even without Kate!

Garden gnomes Gnomeo and Juliet have as many obstacles to overcome as their quasi namesakes when they are caught up in a feud between neighbors. But with plastic pink flamingos and lawnmower races in the mix, can this young couple find lasting happiness?

Wherein there may be brooding.

Hey, Mitchell wasn't brooding the whole time.

Mostly because he was spending most of the day on the phone with a certain group of Bristol vampires. "No, no," he groaned at the phone, "You paint the southern wall white. What? No, we don't want it looking 'all spooky and foreboding', what the hell have you been reading-- Dusk? Jesus christ--"

Eventually, Kate decided she needed something better than Tumblr to immerse herself in. And that something was the furniture store sites. Oh yes.

And somehow that led to wanting opinions on her coffee break. So out from behind the concessions stand she was, laptop open and cradled on one arm, her eyes still on the screen even as she made it in the office. "Hey, would a white sofa be just asking for trouble? I mean, it's-- Oh."

She wasn't quite oblivious enough not to notice he was on the phone. She was, however, just self-centered enough to frown at him like she was mildly offended by it.

"We are not getting a blood red sofa from the bloody eighteenth century," Mitchell declared into his phone. He was oblivious enough not to notice her frowning at him. Standing there, sure. Frowning, no. "No-- do you have any idea how tacky that is?"

That didn't sound like he was talking to George, which would have been her first guess. That frown he was failing to notice took a turn for the more thoughtful for another reason, though. A red sofa might be nice, instead of white. Or, ooh, maybe she could find one that was both?

She said nothing but was still looking a little expectant.

"--Look, just-- Just don't do anything with the furniture until I get back there, all right?" Mitchell groaned, finally. Dear lord, they were all so bloody stupid. "Yeah, that'll be tomorrow. Look, I got to go."

Click.

He ran one harried hand through his hair, then blinked up at Kate. "...Yeah?"

"Well, I was gonna ask you about some furniture stuff," Kate replied, raising her eyebrows and nodding at the laptop in her arms. "But it looks like someone beat me to it."

"Helping out a friend," Mitchell lied without really having to put any effort into it, and slapped the phone down on the table. "Why, planning to get new stuff for the dorm room?"

"Nah." She glanced down at the screen, wrinkling her nose. "Just... looking at some stuff for when I eventually have my own place."

Mitchell gave her a curious look. "Do you even know where you're planning to go to university?" he asked.

"Uh, no," Kate snorted, giving him a look back like she thought there was something funny about that question. "i don't know if I'm even going to college."

Though it was looking mighty unlikely.

"I thought that's what all teens did these days," Mitchell said, after a brief if pregnant pause. "Why not?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal. "Does it seem like something that would be my thing? I don't think it does."

"It's getting yourself options, Kate," Mitchell said, frankly. And earnestly, which was a first for him in quite a few weeks, now. "I mean, christ, when I was your age, it was the church or the army. I'd have killed to get the kind of chances you lot do."

Yeah, Kate was rolling her eyes by the time he said the magic words 'when I was your age'.

"Yeah well, they're our chances," she pointed out. "To take, or squander, or whatever."

"So why are you squandering them?"

"Who says I am?" she retorted. "Jesus, Mitchell, I'm seventeen. I doubt any decision I make right now is gonna mean closing the door on anything for good."

"You're seventeen, and you're working on how to best decorate your future flat," Mitchell drawled. Sorry, hint of mockery was in there. "And you just told me you didn't think university was 'your thing'. Sorry if I'm a bit less than optimistic."

"Again, seventeen," Kate replied with another manadatory eyeroll. "What if I live to be a hundred and twentysomething? Think the way I'll be then will be determined by what I do within the next year?"

And look how good she was being with not just blurting out that future flat was not in the very distant future.

"Every choice you make is going to matter," Mitchell said. Maybe a bit of his frustration came from the carefully unexpressed hope that she wouldn't wind up anything like him, but he wasn't going to say it. "I'm not telling you you should become a doctor or anything, but don't you think you should set your sights a little higher?"

"All I've said about my sights," Kate pointed out, "is that I might not go to college. Is that really so fucking horrible?"

"In this economy?"

Oh, the economy. Always a good argument with Kate. Or not.

"A week and a half ago, I seriously wasn't sure I would stay alive until graduation," she replied bluntly, looking unimpressed. "Excuse me if the economy is not at the forefront of my mind."

"And that's what I mean," Mitchell said, because he was not going to be thwarted by anyone looking unimpressed. "You're not thinking about the future here. Which I know all this-- death and dismemberment and vampires and everything can throw off, but it's still important."

"There is also supposed to be a lot of it." Which was a scary thought in itself. "Seriously, you'd rather have me rushing into something I don't really feel like doing? Sounds backwards."

"I'm just saying you should think about it," he said, after a moment. "Instead of just dismissing it. It could work out better than you'd think."

"I haven't dismissed it," Kate replied, although maybe it was a lie. "But I'm not about to let family pressure me into anything, and that includes you."

Which may have been the first time she'd explicitly termed him 'family' out loud. It figured she'd say it while showing off her standard defiance of anyone deciding things for her.

That made him feel both better and worse about himself. And being Mitchell, he clung to the former like a lifeline marked HUMANITY. "Fine, fine," he said, "I'll take the 'family' and leave the other thing."

"Thank you," Kate replied with a brief, wry little quirk of her lips. "So, are you intending to be gone the rest of the week? I think I heard you say something about going tomorrow on the phone."

"I'm just going to be out for a day or two," he said, with a smile. "Help my friend out." If by 'friend' you meant 'nest of ravening vampires', sure.

"Okay, good," Kate nodded. "'Cause Moosh is coming, and he's probably gonna want to meet you."

The famous Mitchell.

The clock radio blared right by my ear for 45 minutes this morning before I woke up. Apparently I was sleepy.

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