Can You Imagine Us, Years From Today

[deservesadaisy]

Who: Ivan and Mitchell

What: Getting up to speed

Where: A cafe, probably in Mafaton

When: Backdated to a few hours after Mitchell's arrival

Notes: This may or may not go well.

Warnings: None so far, except for neither of them being at all a good person.


Ivan spent the hours that Mitchell was using to settle himself mainly in continuing his ongoing search for a new apartment. He'd set himself up in a temporary space, but since travel wasn't an option, he wanted some place comfortable to settle. (And some place that he could pay Njoki to ward properly.)

He wasn't precisely displeased to see Mitchell in Baedal, though it was strange, having someone from home arrive. In fact, however, Ivan was more disappointed than anything. Saving Mitchell had been impulsive, and he'd no guarantee he could have survived if he hadn't, but he'd still hoped Mitchell would have carried on with his second chance a bit longer than he had.

Perhaps the story would at least be entertaining. One could always hope.

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[deservesadaisy]

"A lot of us got put down that night," he says, grimly. "But since? There's been bad feeling, but no systematic attempts to blame us. Nor much done in the way of tracking down those responsible."

He pulls out a cigarette. "I've been quietly looking into it."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

"Understandable," he says, with a little nod, and not really knowing much else to say for the time being.

[deservesadaisy]

"There are still willing donors," he says, after a moment. "Not so many as there were, but some. Assuming you trust yourself not to drain them dry."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

That is the ten million dollar question: does he? Mitchell avoids it entirely, replying with, "I'll figure something out."

What Baedel's open society means hasn't fully hit him yet. And then there are all those interesting moral quandries to wrestle with first.

[deservesadaisy]

"If I could behave in Bristol, I'm sure you can hold yourself together until something presents itself." In theory, it should be easier here, but Ivan suspects Mitchell never does anything the easy way on principle.

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

"I'll be fine." It's not like he's a toddler with low impulse control (are you sure about that, sir). "I just need to get my head around this place."

[deservesadaisy]

"It is quite the change." Understatement, thy name is Ivan.

"I think it can't surprise me, then you turn up."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

"Don't sound disappointed." It's said jokingly and maybe the tiniest bit dryly, but he can understand the unexpectedness. It's not like Mitchell thought he would turn up here, either.

He takes a long drink of his coffee, now that it's past cooling down. "Although that's starting to sound like the bloody story of my life."

[deservesadaisy]

"It's the story of every life that's long enough, I suspect. Increasingly long periods of boredom with the very occasional surprise." He takes a drag on his cigarette.

"There's a doctor, of sorts, who specializes in our kind, here." Speaking of new and different. "Or the dead more generally."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

"Not your average NHS practitioner, then. What's their name?" It sounds like something he should take a note of, at least.

[deservesadaisy]

"Njoki Rainmaker." He's not even kidding. "She's not quite human herself. Not dead, though." Ivan's not 100% what Njoki is, but she's been helpful to him.

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

He fishes out his CiD and saves a name in his memos. Or at least he starts-- "How do you spell the first part?"

[deservesadaisy]

He spells it. "If the pronunciation is tricky for you, she sometimes just goes by Ki to make it easier on English speakers."

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

"More for the sake of trying to look her up in whatever goes for the yellow pages around here." Then again, who actually uses a phone book any more. He ammends his statement with, "Or search function on this thing."

"Sounds like you've got things fairly sorted out here."

[deservesadaisy]

He makes a so so motion. "I'm used to finding my feet quickly. I'm not used to being unable to leave."