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Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Sunday

There was a holiday week coming up - traditionally not the busiest time on the island, and it had been quiet for Mitchell anyway. As a result, he'd made a quick detour past Wales to check in on Nina and George, just to... have something to do. It hadn't quite helped his feeling generally listless, though.

Now he was back, and picking films again. Some of the new ones just coming in at the box office were more interesting than they appeared, and so he'd scheduled one.

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Still, his heart wasn't quite in it. He spent most of his day (and the night) slumming around the manager's office, doing very little.

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Set in the near future, where robot boxing is a top sport, a struggling promoter feels he's found a champion in a discarded robot. During his hopeful rise to the top, he discovers he has an 11-year-old son who wants to know his father.

Where Mitchell was, slumming it. And smoking, probably.

Also where Bo was. Eventually. With beer, since that seemed only fair.

Also with pants, but the pants were his, so fair didn't enter into it. "I hope you're not allergic to April-Fresh fabric softener scent."

"Not really," Mitchell mused, cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. He reached for it and plucked it away. "Well. Not that I've tested."

"Well, just don't smell your pants too hard and you should be okay." Bo held out a bottle of Guinness while deciding far too late that, "There is no way to make that not sound wrong."

Mitchell laughed a bit, gripping the beer with the hand that didn't have a cigarette in it. "I'll try to keep that in mind," he assured her.

"Thanks for the loan." Bo found herself a seat that wasn't covered in paperwork or posters, and took a swig of her own beer. "How was your week? No turning into a girl or you'd have called me, right?"

"No, nothing's happened," Mitchell said. He took a big swig of his beer and set it down. "Went down to Wales for a couple of days, check in on George and Nina."

"How are they doing down there?" Was that a sneaky way of saying 'How are you doing when it comes to things that drove George and Nina out of Bristol in the first place?' Maaaaybe.

"They seem to be holding up," Mitchell replied. Drag off cigarette was next. "I mean, it's not been easy. But it's working."

"No sign of any of Kemp's people coming after them?"

~~Don't get ahead of the plot now, Bo.~~ "Nothing," Mitchell said. "Guess he must've lost our trail."

~~She would NEVER OMG. That's what bubblegum-blowing seers are for.~~

"That's got to be a relief. It sounds like they're safe, at least, as long as they stay under the radar." Or as safe as werewolves who couldn't control their powers any better than Bo did could ever be. "Speaking of that, you missed one of my weirder weekends, and I didn't even change into anything this time."

Mitchell's eyebrows went up. "How weird are we talking?" he asked. "Because you've gone fairly weird recently."

"There was another succubus here. Older, but the same as me; zones people out with a kiss, eyes go blue when she's feeding, the whole nine yards."

"Really." And now those eyebrows would be... well, not headed to his hairline, because that was fairly high up. But sort of halfway there. "Did she help you any?"

"After she got over the part where she tried to suck my face off because I stopped her from doing the same thing to Tiny, yeah. I've got people out there somewhere. It's...amazing. And weird."

"I didn't think you were a fluke of nature to begin with," Mitchell offered. "Everyone's got people. In my experience."

"When it takes twenty-eight years to finally meet one, you start to wonder," Bo said. "Though I guess I shouldn't be surprised; from the way Saskia tells it, they've got whole groups dedicated to making sure nobody human knows they exist."

Mitchell snorted. "They're all like that," he said. "You think my kind would've survived as long as they have if they hadn't been putting in an effort to blend in?"

Bo gave him a thoughtful nod, but leaned her chin on her beer for a moment and said, "Vampires are out where Eric and Jessica come from, though."

This one, on the other hand, is 100% Dutch glory. Despite the name.

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Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Sunday

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