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Mystery Sign Theatre 3000, Sunday

To say Mitchell was worried about Bo was putting it mildly. He hadn't seen her in days, not after she woke up that morning - and she hadn't answered her phone, either.

But something had shifted that morning, and it wasn't just the Magic Kingdom out in the distance over there. There wasn't anything bad stalking the streets, and the place felt less wrong to his senses. So Mitchell decided to take a chance, and got up early to set up the theatre.

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That might have been partly for his own benefit, but Mitchell wasn't about to start brooding about that.

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Which are free today.

It's an endless marathon of ~~Laurel & Hardy~~ the Tall & the Fat movies. Enjoy.

Mitchell won't be spending too much time here today, but when he is there, he's... mostly checking for word from Bo.

Kate knew that if this went badly, Bod was probably going to bitch at her.

... Well, no. Not bitch. Frown. Compassionately. But for her it was the same as if he had bitched at her because she had a poor tolerance for his disappointment. But still, she wanted to be updated on things, because it wasn't like worry wasn't constantly at the back of her mind, now.

what's the sitch? asked the text message she sent.

Big thing happened yesterday. Think it's over. You won't believe where we are now.

At least Kate was fine. At least he'd been sure that Kate would be fine, which was a relief.

Meanwhile, Kate was going to be feeling mildly guilty for having been elsewhere being fine. Ah well.

k. where are you?

Disneyland.

Yep.

Kate... took a moment to stare at that before sending back her reply, yes.

is it just me or is fandom overcompensating a little?

I think I can see the mouse from here. That... was a yes, yes.

is everyone okay?

Well, there could be reasons for the island to overcompensate.

Haven't heard about anyone dying, but that's all I know.

Mitchell stared at his phone. This thing seems to be reversing itself, though.

good.

Wow, did that ever look wrong right now.

well i guess we'll be back pretty soon.

it seems safe now, he provided. But text me before you cross the causeway to be sure.

aye aye captain. She had very little desire to stumble into anything she could avoid. Not with her knife still in the dorms. also, can i pick up an extra shift this week?

Thinking about money counted as thinking about the future, right?

Sure, just name the day, Mitchell wrote, easily.

tuesday. stay safe, m.

How about a Bo from Bo? A gray Bo, wearing sunglasses more because the light hurt her eyes (laugh it up, bloodsucker) than because there was any point in trying to hide them at this stage, but a Bo who was Bo.

She also lacked the claws and tail, thank God; with the thing gone, her body seemed to be working overtime at trying to heal itself.

Still, she was a little diffident as she knocked against the doorframe, wondering when -- or if -- she was going to feel completely herself again. "Hey."

Mitchell glanced up. And... paused, because the grey still came as a bit of a shock, even if he knew it was there.

"...Hey," he said. Didn't quite bite his lip, but looked like he almost wished he was the sort to do that kind of thing. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got chewed up and swallowed by a giant alien squid, then about three days later he decided I didn't agree with his stomach." She'd worked hard on that simile in the moments when she was still stuck in Kate's spell-circle; she wasn't wasting it on her own head.

Mitchell's face scrunched up in an expression of disgust. "Oh, thanks," he said, shoving his bag of crisps aside. "Sit down."

Bo did so, eying the chips with not much more relish. "Just thought I should share the joy of possibly never wanting to eat again. I'm pretty sure I can still taste raw deer meat."

"Again, thanks," Mitchell said, taking the bag and dumping it into the trash can. No point in eating it now. "You look... about as you did last Thursday."

When she'd gotten up and run off. These weeks were just amazing that way.

"Trust me, it's an improvement over how I looked yesterday." Bo stretched her fingers out in front of her, enjoying the relative lack of ache in her joints. "There were claws and a tail, and I didn't have eyelids."

Mitchell squinted at her. "I have a hard time picturing that," he admitted, "Especially the tail. You could probably have half-decent claws if you filed your nails..."

Bo pulled the sunglasses down, flashing him black eyes that at least had lids and weren't the size of Palmetto Bugs. "I'll keep that in mind if I ever want to dress up as a psychotic alien killing machine for Halloween."

Mitchell held up his hands. "Hey, hey," he said, "I'm just... trying to make terrible jokes about it."

She flashed him a small smile, which was, for her, a huge improvement on any expression she'd managed for the last few days. "Bang up job, then."

More seriously, Bo asked, "Are you okay? It didn't really occur to me until the return trip from Crazytown that I could've turned being an alien killing machine into an STD while I was at it."

"I have... certain conditions that get in the way of me getting any more," Mitchell said, with a brief, vague little chuckle. "Suppose this was one of them."

"I'd say I wish that worked for me, but dying seems like a hell of a price to pay for a booster shot."

"I wouldn't make the trade, either," Mitchell said, and glanced at her for a moment. "So the grey bits... are you going to stay this way?"

Like she hadn't spent most of the morning wondering that. "Jesus, let's hope not. It would put a serious crimp in my passing-for-human lifestyle."

And also freak her the fuck out, more than she always freaked herself the fuck out.

Mitchell winced. "Yeah, I can see that," he said. "Look, can I get you anything? Coffee, maybe?"

"I'm kind of afraid it would taste like feet right now," Bo answered with regret. "Everything still tastes weird."

In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight...

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Mystery Sign Theatre 3000, Sunday

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OOC