A Strange & Winding Road: Day 2

Professor Maladori (to Carver): That's far enough, young man. I would really rather not turn on that electroshock device I implanted in your neck. It may cause my power systems to overload, and that is SUCH a bother. I'm growing constructs; they're so delicate at this stage.

Carver (to Professor Maladori): We're afraid that would be futile, Professor Maladori. We removed that device, ma'am.

Professor Maladori (to Carver): Yes. It certainly would be if that's the case. However did you manage that, child?

Carver (to Professor Maladori): We have a very sharp knife, ma'am.

Professor Maladori (to Carver): Ah. Well, that would indeed do the trick. What can I do for you, Mr. Carver?

Carver (to Professor Maladori): We stopped by to inform you that Ms. Hiiri will no longer be contracting your services, ma'am. She's been destroyed, ma'am.

Professor Maladori (to Carver): That is a shame. It's the fate that awaits all of us, I'm afraid. Do you know what became of her neural processor? That would be a device worth exploring.

Carver (to Professor Maladori): Her neural processor, ma'am? We're afraid we don't understand.

Professor Maladori (to Carver): Of course you don't. How rude of me to assume otherwise. In the simplest of terms, it's her electronic brain. I suppose it was destroyed along with your mistress. Pity.

Carver (to Professor Maladori): We suppose so, ma'am. Thank you for your time, Professor. We're sure we'll be seeing you again sometime, ma'am.

Professor Maladori (to Carver): Yes, yes. Very nicely vaguely threatening. Now, if you'll excuse me, Mr. Carver. I have work to do.

Several hours later:

Eep (to Ripper): Oh. Hey. Visiting my former roommate again?

Ripper (to Eep): Oh hey, I didn't see you there!

Eep (to Ripper): Heh. Yeah, that's me. Someone who totally blends. Um, how are you doing?

Ripper (to Eep): Well, you were standing on a dark porch... I'm okay, how are you?

Eep (to Ripper): Oh! Right. Heh. Yeah, guess I shoulda kinda thought of that, huh? I'm alright. Been a weird couple of days, huh?

Ripper (to Eep): God yeah, I just got back from Britannia trying to smooth things over with a lady friend of mine. I'm still a little out of it... I'm just glad everything worked out.

Eep (to Ripper): Jesus Christ! Me too. Heh. Just when you think you've got a handle on everything, people's future kids show up...

Ripper (to Eep): Wait... What? Who's future kids? I'm a bit lost... What are you talking about?

Eep (to Ripper): Oh! Uh, Victor? Um... Wow. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

Ripper (to Eep): Oh Victor's your future kid? Wow... you're certainly handling it a lot better than I would be.

Eep (to Ripper): Oh. Uh... No. Do you really want to know who he is?

Ripper (to Eep): No... It's probably best that you don't tell me... Heh. And, with that I should really get going before I demand to know. :-P

Eep (to Ripper): Heh. Alright. Fair enough. See you later.

Ripper (to Eep): It was good seeing you! Bye.

A Strange & Winding Road: Day 1

Vincent: Oh my God… (to Mouse) Pssst! Take a guess who I just spotted at the cafe!

Mouse (to Vincent): Ummm... the pope?

Vincent (to Mouse): No. Although that would be awesome. It's your favoritest, roofie-droppingest goth DJ.

Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god... She's back?

Vincent (to Mouse): It would appear so. I am resisting the urge to barge in there and how prison treated her. This is me taking the high road. Mark the date.

Mouse (to Vincent): That's just great. I start to resume my old life & she shows back up. God, I hope Sasha doesn't hire her back.

Vincent (to Mouse): I can't imagine he would! Half the bar would probably quit. I know I'd be sorely tempted.

Mouse (to Vincent): No, no, you're right... He wouldn't do that. I wonder why she came back here, though? I mean, she is persona non grata.

Vincent (to Mouse): I have no idea. Hee hee. Want me to go ask her? Screw the high road. I'm going to do ask her.

Mouse (to Vincent): Oh... good luck!

Vincent (to Satanica): Well, look what the parole board dropped off! Hello, Inga. How's prison treating you?

Satanica (to Vincent): Oh...privet, Vincent. I was wondering when you were going to come in & harass me... Before you start yelling at me, I want to apologize for my atrocious behavior... Part of my punishment was court-ordered therapy & I've made a lot of discoveries about myself. I know it doesn't mean much to you, but I am sorry. Okay, I'm ready for the yelling.

Vincent (to Satanica): Huh. Well, that wasn't what I was expecting. I'm not going to yet at you. But, I'm not uber-thrilled to see you either. You hurt, and scared a lot of people I care about. It's not something I forgive or forget easily. What are you doing in town?

Satanica (to Vincent): I know & I feel awful, dorogoĭ. But, I have nowhere else to go. I've got my apartment here & I'm going to be working at my cousin Magda's flower shop down the street.

Vincent (to Satanica): No offense, but if you're serious about making yourself better, you've got a lot of work to do. I hope everything works out. And, before you start, yes. I do really mean that. Good luck.

Satanica (to Vincent): Spasibo, Vincent. Um, take care.

Vincent: That was interesting. (to Mouse) Curious about how the conversation with "Satanica" went?

Mouse (to Vincent): Sort of... I have a feeling you're going to tell me, anyway.

Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. Of course I am! What's the point of being nosy if you want share the information? She's out of jail, in therapy apparently, and back in town working in her cousin's flower shop. She also apologized to me. Can you believe it?

Mouse (to Vincent): Wow... Really? She apologized to you? It must be a pod person.

Vincent (to Mouse): I know! She may be an automaton. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, so I couldn't be sure. But, I'm not ruling out pod person as a possibility.

Mouse (to Vincent): Well, at least, we won't run into her much if she's not deejaying.

Vincent (to Mouse): Let's hope. Contrite or no, I don't want to see much of her. Huh. I just realized... I think that's the longest conversation Inga and I have ever had. Well, that didn't involve her trying to push me into a bathroom stall, that is. :-P

Mouse (to Vincent): Be thankful for that... I've unfortunately had some VERY long conversations with her, mostly where she mocked me... a lot.

Vincent (to Mouse): Well, she said she got court-ordered therapy as part of her sentence & she's trying to work through her issues. I, uh, I may have told her she had a lot of work to do. :-P

Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee... that's probably true.

Vincent (to Mouse): I don't doubt it for a heartbeat. Boy, this seems to be the week for old pals crawling out of the walls. I got a card from my father yesterday.

Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, what did that jackass have to say?

Vincent (to Mouse): That he was sorry for the "past wrongs" he committed against me, but only because he's in rehab again, mind you. And that he prays I'll find my way back to the truth and light of God someday. Same old, same old. It's a variation on the same speech he gave me every time he beat the crap out of me.

Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I wish I could say I'm surprised but after everything you've told me about him that sounds about right.

Vincent (to Mouse): Yeah, pretty much. It's all actually my fault. Whatever. I'm not going to stress about it. If he doesn't want to take responsibility for his own actions. I can't make him. The chickenshit didn't even sign it. Heh.

Mouse (to Vincent): I'm sorry, little brother... But, you know that you're better off without those people. And, hopefully this will be the last time you hear from any of them.

Vincent (to Mouse): Amen. Preach it to the rafters, sister o' mine, let the saints hear you sing, because THAT is the truth. Heh. I think I need to go get something to eat. That was a little too preacher-tastic for my tastes. :-P

Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee... Yeah, it was. Go get yourself some food. I'll see you later, little brother.

Strange Ways Here We Come: Day 70

Miranda O'Malley: Well, this very much appears to be my lucky day... One thorn in me side nicely removed. I wonder who I should thank...

Carver (to Miranda O'Malley): Hello, Captain O'Malley. We hope we're finding you well, ma'am.

Miranda O'Malley (to Carver): Oh... young Mister Carver. This is quite unexpected.

Carver (to Miranda O'Malley): Is it, ma'am? We hope we didn't startle you. We were just wondering what you were intending to do about young Captain Potter, ma'am.

Miranda O'Malley (to Carver): Well, that is a very good question, me boyo. Your Mistress had a plan to exact revenge on him, but sadly I wasn't privy to it. Now, I'm just going to have to wait until me Mam tells me what she wants us to do, I suspect.

Carver (to Miranda O'Malley): Well, ma'am, our current employer doesn't want us playing with Captain Potter. The best laid plans, ma'am... But, he's never far from our mind. And should you need any help with him, ma'am, we'd be most pleased to oblige.

Miranda O'Malley (to Carver): Your current employer? You certainly didn't waste any time... I will definitely let you know if we have need of your services.

Carver (to Miranda O'Malley): No, ma'am, we didn't. You see, it became very clear very quickly we were going to need new employment and sleeping quarters.

Miranda O'Malley (to Carver): You know, if you're ever looking for other employment, you should contact Drake... You two would get along like a house on fire. Quite the little pragmatist, aren't you? Well, best of luck to you. I need to go and check on the cargo being loaded on my ship

Carver (to Miranda O'Malley): We will keep that in mind, ma'am. Thank you for the tip. We should really get back as well. The body of my handler will have been discovered by now, we're afraid. We look forward to working with you, ma'am. You are very interesting to us.

Miranda O'Malley (to Carver): Oh, that's... nice. Thank you, me boyo... you too.

Carver (to Miranda O'Malley): Have a very nice day, Captain O'Malley.

Miranda O'Malley: That boy gives me the creeps.

An hour later:

Poppy (to Mouse): Hey Miss Mouse, I was just calling to tell you that apparently Hiiri has been taken care of, so everyone's safe.

Mouse (to Poppy): Oh? Wow... That's great! I'm glad to hear it. Is everyone okay? How come you're calling & not Vincent? He's not hurt is he?

Poppy (to Mouse): No, no... He's fine, he's still asleep, honey. It just dawned on me that we hadn't told you.

Mouse (to Poppy): Well, that's good. How's Victor? Did he go home already then?

Poppy (to Mouse): Yes, he went home yesterday, honey... I've got to go, I've got some errands to run, but I just wanted to let you know.

Mouse (to Poppy): Well, that's a shame, I would have liked to say goodbye to him... I'll talk to you later.

A couple hours later:

Victor: Oof! Oh. Uh... OK. Uh, wow. That worked. And kinda hurt. Ouch. (to Mouse) Hi, Aunt Mou... Um, I mean, Mouse.

Mouse (to Victor): Oh hi Victor, I thought you had gone home.

Victor (to Mouse): I did. I, uh, popped back in to let Mom and Dad know I didn't Marty McFly myself into non-existence or anything of the sort.

Mouse (to Victor): Heehee, you couldn't stay away, could you?

Victor (to Mouse): Heh. Well, I didn't get to say goodbye to my favorite aunt either.

Mouse (to Victor): Awww, you remind me of your dad. So, everything is okay back in your time? Really, you're not just saying that?

Victor (to Mouse): Well, I'm in serious shit with my parents, and things are...different. Persephone doesn't live with us, for one. Which I guess I should have expected since her parents are alive now. It's strange. I can remember the way things were before, AND the way things are now. It's like, both realities are living in my head. It's a bit disconcerting. It makes me dizzy.

Mouse (to Victor): I can only imagine... I remember what my brain felt like when I was trapped in Britannia for 4 months, I can imagine it's a bit worse than that. Would you like some coffee or tea? Or are you heading right back?

Victor (to Mouse): I should head back. As EVERYONE keep reminding me, the more I come back here... the greater the chances I will severely distort the time-stream. I've probably done too much already. Do you want to know the weirdest part? I'm pretty sure Mom and Dad are older. I swear Dad has less hair than he did before.

Mouse (to Victor): Oh? Well, that is weird... Did they find out about you? Maybe, they wait to have a kid later than they did the first time.

Victor (to Mouse): It could be. Heh. Or it could be they just look a lot older to me now that I've met them as kids. I should get back. Would you let them know that I'm OK for me, please?

Mouse (to Victor): Of course, I'll let them know. Well, it was wonderful to meet you, Victor. Give me a hug before you go.

Victor (to Mouse): Of course! Please pass along my regards to Eep. Oh! And if you can remember, in the future... I would VERY much appreciate it if you could convince my parents to forgive me sooner rather than later. Heh. Goodbye!

Mouse (to Victor): Heehee, will do! (to Poppy & Vincent) Hey kids! I've got a message from Victor for you guys. Everything is fine back home, he didn't Marty McFly himself out of existence. So, yay!

Vincent (to Mouse): It hasn't even been 24 hours, and he's ALREADY popping back in for a visit? Good heavens...

Mouse (to Vincent): He said he just wanted to say goodbye to his favorite aunt... He's a chip off the old block.

Vincent (to Mouse): Of course he is. God... We are going to be in so much trouble when we're older.

Mouse (to Vincent): Well, maybe, you should write your future self a letter. :-p

Vincent (to Mouse): "Dear Future Vincent, We're sorry. Sincerely, your genes."

Mouse (to Vincent): I was thinking more along the lines of "Dear Future Vincent, remember all the stupid stuff you did when you were younger, well, this is probably revenge for all of that. Sincerely, younger you"

Vincent (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Well... It's probably no less than I deserve. Oh God! I'll bet he thinks thing through about as much as I do... Shit.

Mouse (to Vincent): Well, hopefully, he inherited somethings from his mother.

Vincent (to Mouse): Heh, well, he got a double helping of good-looks, so I'm hoping he got her smarts.

Mouse (to Vincent): Wow, little brother, you're certainly taking this much better than I thought you would... I mean, just a few short days ago you were freaked out because you thought Poppy was pregnant & now, you actually sound excited about the prospect.

Vincent (to Mouse): Don't worry. I'm sure I'll have an epic meltdown sooner or later. Part of the reason I was terrified Poppy might be preggers was because I was pretty sure I'd make a terrible father. But, Victor seemed... Well, he seemed OK, didn't he? Hee. Plus, he's from the future, so I don't exactly have to worry about severely screwing up a kid RIGHT THIS SECOND.

Mouse (to Vincent): Sweetie, he seemed more than okay... I always knew you'd be a good dad. :-)

Vincent (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. Well, thank you, hun. I wasn't so sure. But, let's hope so.

Mouse (to Vincent): Oh man, I should have asked Victor if he had any cousins. Curses! :-p

Vincent (to Mouse): Oh? Why is that, sister dearest? Are you hoping for some bouncing bundles of joy yourself?

Mouse (to Vincent): Yes... No... Maybe... He did say something about Persephone not living with you guys now that her parents were alive... Do I even want to know what he was referring to?

Vincent (to Mouse): Mmm. Changing the subject, are we? Alright. Don't think I've forgotten, missy! -P According to Victor, the reason he came back to warn us is because Hiiri decided to make her disagreement with us personal. She targeted Ripper and Poppy's brother Bernard and his wife.

Mouse (to Vincent): Oh well, that makes me even happier that Hiiri is out of the picture... I'd miss Jacob.

Vincent (to Mouse): Me too. And the idea of something happening to Poppy's family breaks my heart. They're good folks. Hee hee. Even if Bernard DOES threaten to strangle me every chance he gets.

Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee... You do seem to bring that out in people, little brother. :-P

Vincent (to Mouse): Good heavens, don't I know it? Anyhoo, thanks for letting me know my time-traveling son from an alternate dimension still exists in the future. :-P I should let the Professor know that it should be safe for him to go back to Britannia now and let Poppy know Victor is OK.

Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee... Okay, take care, little brother. Don't be a stranger!

Vincent (to Mouse): I won't, older sister o' mine. Love you, sweetie.

Mouse (to Vincent): Love you, too!

A short time later:

Margaux Dvorak (to Poppy): Poppy, you are going to want to get your bustle back to Britannia, asap.

Poppy (to Margaux Dvorak): Margaux, is that you? I thought you were on assignment in Qin...

Margaux Dvorak (to Poppy): I was... But, things got ugly and I had to head back. Headquarters has been trying to get in touch with you since yesterday but there's been a strange virus infecting the communication systems, ever since that ship exploded at the docks.

Poppy (to Margaux Dvorak): Oh? That's not good. Why does Mangrove want me back there? He wasn't too happy the last time I spoke to him. I believe he called me a 'troublemaking pain in the arse'.

Margaux Dvorak (to Poppy): HAHA! He said that? Well, it's not far from the truth, sugar, but he's worried that CLANNG is going to make a play for something while we're incapacitated so he wants all hands on deck until the system can be rebooted. Are you available, sweetie, or do you need to check your schedule?

Poppy (to Margaux Dvorak): Oh, Margaux, how I've missed you... I'll be there as soon as I can.

Margaux Dvorak (to Poppy): Actually, can I come and get you? I've been dying to try this new portal generator that R&D came up with...

Poppy (to Margaux Dvorak): Oh sure... I guess so, honey. I'm sending you the coordinates you'll need.

Margaux Dvorak (to Poppy): Perfect! I'll hopefully see you shortly, poptart.

Poppy (to Margaux Dvorak): You know, I really hate that nickname, honey...

Vincent (to Ripper): Hey, Professor! I have some good news for you.

Ripper (to Vincent): Oh really?

Vincent (to Ripper): Hiiri is, well, not dead since she was a robot and not really alive, but she's gone. That should make crossing over MUCH safer. I mean, still be careful, but you don't have any crazy automatons gunning for you any longer.

Ripper (to Vincent): Oh, that IS good news. I sent Magdalena two dozen roses the other day to apologize & she sent them all back...so that should be fun. Can I ask what happened or is it a secret?

Vincent (to Ripper): To Hiiri? Well, it looks like she got on the wrong side of CLANNG. They dropped a safe on her. I'm not even kidding.

Ripper (to Vincent): HAHAHA! Wait... you're not kidding, are you? Well, that's unexpected & hilarious.

Vincent (to Ripper): Well, it's one less thing I have to worry about. Though, I don't like the idea of owing CLANNG anything. Anyway, I'm sorry for any trouble that you might have with Magdalena. But believe me, it's better than the alternative. Next time I'm in Padgett's I'll reassure her it was entirely my fault. :-P

Ripper (to Vincent): Well then, I will owe you a drink... Actually, I owe you two for the warning. I'm going to crossover now & see if I can smooth things over with her. I have a feeling I owe you more than that, but I'm not going to pry, Captain.

Vincent (to Ripper): BELIEVE ME, you probably don't want to know. And really, Victor deserves thanks for the warning, but I'll be happy to accept a drink on his behalf. :-P

Ripper (to Vincent): Oh? I'd be happy to tell him thank you. He's definitely a cutie... I mean, WAY TOO young for me, he makes you seem aged. Totally In a good way, I mean... Wow, just shoot me, now...

Vincent (to Ripper): Ha ha ha! Aged? MOI? Shall I hike up my pants and get myself an early bird special at a buffet now? :-P

Ripper (to Vincent): God, I'm sorry... I've spent all day Sunday over at Robert & Wanda's... apparently, she's rubbing off on me. Now, I owe you a fourth beer. :-P

Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. I'll take you up on it sometime. And that's when I'll press you for what you meant by "aged." :-P Have a good time on the other side, Professor. Be careful. Hiiri's not around anymore, but... well, you know.

Ripper (to Vincent): Heh. Will do, Captain... Um, when I get back do you maybe want to catch dinner & a movie with me?

Vincent (to Ripper): Sure. God knows I could use a regular night after all the... Oh. Wait. Did you mean as friends, or did you mean like on a date?

Ripper (to Vincent): Oh... Well, I meant on a date, but it can be just as friends.

Vincent (to Ripper): Ah. Oh. Sorry, Professor, but it would have to be as friends. Heh. Poppy and I are seeing each other.

Ripper (to Vincent): Oh, you are? That's great, I was wondering about that, actually. Friends is totally fine. And, totally ignore the date thing, I was kidding, just wanted to see if you'd tell me about Poppy or not.

Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. You could have tried just asking, you know. For future reference, it's FAR less awkward. :-P

Ripper (to Vincent): Yes, but you've completely sidestepped the issue in the past, so I figured an awkward approach might be the way to go. And, speaking of sidestep, I'm at the portal, so I'm going to crossover. I'll see you later, Captain!

Vincent (to Ripper): Later, tater! Heh. Give me a call when you get back and we'll see about sorting out those drinks you owe me.

Ripper (to Vincent): Will do!

Vincent (to Ripper): Have fun, Professor!

An hour or so later:

Poppy (to Margaux Dvorak): Oh, you made it one piece, honey!

Margaux Dvorak (to Poppy): Yes... Navigating in this town is so incredibly disconcerting. It's been awhile since I crossed over. Give me a hug, poptart!

Poppy (to Margaux Dvorak): God, honey... Really must you insist on calling me that?

Margaux Dvorak (to Poppy): What? It's funny & incredibly fitting... Wow. This is a very nice place, I can see why you want to live on this side.

Poppy (to Margaux Dvorak): Thank you, honey... Should we go, now?

Margaux Dvorak (to Poppy): Actually, while I was crossing over, I got a message, apparently they got the virus isolated, so no need for you to come back but, I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to visit you.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, lover. What have you been doing with yourself all afternoon?

Poppy (to Vincent): Hi honey... I want to introduce you to our visitor, this is Margaux Dvorak, my first partner & friend. Apparently, there was some trouble at ISS yesterday afternoon after a ship exploded & they were worried about an attack from CLANNG... Margaux was just informing me that as she was crossing over, they got it sorted out.

Margaux Dvorak (to Vincent): Well, hello handsome, I had no idea that the little poptart had gotten herself a beaux. That is absolutely adorable.

Vincent (to Margaux Dvorak): Ah. Very nice to meet you Margaux. As always, it appears Poppy has excellent taste in friends.

Margaux Dvorak (to Vincent): Oh, listen to that... You are a smooth one, sugar.

Vincent (to Margaux Dvorak): Heh. I've been accused of being far worse things, hun.

Margaux Dvorak (to Vincent & Poppy): Well, I won't take up more of your time, it looks like your young man has something important to tell you. So, Poppy my love, give me a squeeze. Come & visit me when you're in New London, you know the address. (to Vincent) And, it was lovely to meet you... You know, if things don't work out with her, give me a call. ;-)

Vincent (to Margaux Dvorak): Oh my. Well, it was certainly... interesting meeting you, Margaux.

Poppy (to Margaux Dvorak): Bye, Margaux! I'm glad you're back from... your trip. I'll come visit you soon, I promise. (to Vincent) So, uh, that was the whirlwind known as Margaux... Sorry, about that, I probably should have warned you, lover. I'm not even sure there was an emergency, I think she just wanted an excuse to come & spy on me. She's been away in Qin for the past year or so. She left right before I went into stasis.

Vincent (to Poppy): Sorry to burst in and call you "lover" in front of her, hun. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble.

Poppy (to Vincent): She's just going to tease me mercilessly later, which is why she gave you her card... It was a test. And, I like it when you call me lover or any term of endearment... It'll be okay. So, did you have something important to tell me?

Vincent (to Poppy): I have some good news, hun. Um, your friend didn't bug our apartment did she? Not that I don't trust spies, hun, but... Well, spies.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I didn't give her the opportunity, honey... :-P It's safe to talk in here. Plus, Percy made this place pretty much bugproof when he lived here, so we're good.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, aren't you two smartie-pants? I got a call from Mouse. Apparently Victor paid his "favorite aunt" a visit. He wanted to let us know he's fine.

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh well, that's good news. I know, it's silly, but I was actually worried about him.

Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I was too, honestly.

Poppy (to Vincent): So... How do really feel about this future knowledge, honey? I mean, honestly...

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Well... Um, I'm fine, hun. I mean... I hate to admit it, but I'm actually kind of chuffed about how awesome our kid it. That, uh, that isn't weird, is it?

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, no I don't think it's weird at all... I was actually thinking the same thing. :-) I was worried that it was going to scare you off, though.

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Heh. No. It doesn't scare you off either, hun?

Poppy (to Vincent): No, not really... I actually feel more comfortable, strangely enough.

Vincent (to Poppy): Does it? Why is that?

Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know, honey... Well, I've been trained to always look for an exit strategy, have a contingency plan, not to get emotionally involved... And, as much as I love you, there's a small part of me that was waiting for the other shoe to drop. And, I guess now that I know we last, I can relax a bit more.

Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. You're not getting rid of me that easily, hun. Sorry. :-P

Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. I don't actually want to get rid of you, lover.

Vincent (to Poppy): Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Poppy (to Vincent): Are you hungry, honey? Because, I've got dinner just about ready.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hun, I am STARVING. What are you making?

Poppy (to Vincent): Nothing fancy, honey... Pasta Puttanesca, garlic bread & a salad.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hmmmm, which just happens--coincidentally--to be one of my faves. Heh. Need any help, hun?

Poppy (to Vincent): If you could check on the pasta, that would be lovely. I'm just finishing up on the salad. Heh. Is it one of your favorites because you like it or because of the name, honey? :-P

Vincent (to Poppy): A little of column A and a little of column B. :-P Pasta looks about done, hun.

Poppy (to Vincent): You have perfect timing, lover... as always! The garlic bread should be done, the sauce is nice and hot. Voila!

Vincent (to Poppy): I'm nothing if not lucky. It smells divine, loved one! What else do you need me to do?

Poppy (to Vincent): Could you pick out some wine & maybe grab some plates?

Vincent (to Poppy): Done and done.

Poppy (to Vincent): You are wonderful, lover... Oh, I almost forgot, there was mail for you. I put it on the counter, there looked like there was a card or a letter.

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh? Really? I wonder what that is about? Who sent it?

Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know, the handwriting was scrawly.

Vincent (to Poppy): One sure way to find out… Well. That was... Annoying.

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh? What was it, honey?

Vincent (to Poppy): A letter from my dad. Not signed, of course, because then I might be able to go to the press. Here. Read it for yourself.

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh alright... Wow, honey, I can see why you're annoyed. I'm sorry, apparently this has been the week for father drama...

Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. It's alright, lover. Honestly? It's almost funny in a way. After everything that happened, his only comment is that he hopes I find my way back to the light of God? Fuck him. Fuck him soundly. The card picturing a good Christian girl hugging her dog in a field of flowers was a nice touch.

Poppy (to Vincent): Awww, forget about it, honey... I'm sorry I mentioned it, I should have waited until after dinner or taken a peek first.

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, hun. Don't worry about it. Heh. It's not your fault my family is full of assholes. Besides... It doesn't matter. You and I have seen proof that despite my jackass family, I'm not a horrible, asshole dad. Honestly, I hope rehab sticks for my dad this time. And I also hope he never, ever contacts me again.

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, on the plus side, the card was forwarded, so they clearly don't know our address... And, if you'd like I'm sure I can figure out how to make you somewhat invisible for them to find you... I mean, we do that stuff all the time for work, but it's just different technology so it might take me a bit of research or I could get Percy to help. honey.

Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Don't worry about it, hun. I know that I've been a pile of angst about those who share my biology lately... But honestly? If doesn't bother me nearly as much as it used to. Don't worry about it.

Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, honey, but if you change your mind, all you have to do is ask.

Vincent (to Poppy): I know, lover. And thank you. I appreciate you looking out for me.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... I just had a ridiculous thought... We should totally send your family one of those photograph Christmas cards with two of us on it kissing & it says something like "Merry Christmas! Oh, and by the way, I'm dating a girl." Sorry... it's probably a terrible idea, but it made me giggle, honey.

Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! Hun, that sounds like an AMAZING idea. But only if I'm wearing a dress in the picture. :-P

Poppy (to Vincent): Matching ones would be best I think, honey. :-P

Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo! I like it! Maybe we could get all our friends to pose in the picture with us. All in matching dresses. :-P

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I don't know if Sir Grumps-a-lot would go along with it, honey. Though, I bet if we told him Mouse would think it's hot, he'd probably do it... :-P

Vincent (to Poppy): Somehow, I think if we told him it was to fuck with my father, he might at that. From what Mouse has said, he's been more upset about this whole media blitz thing my father has been launching than she has. Hee hee hee. Or we could just tell him Mouse would think it's hot.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, either way, we'll probably get to see him in a dress, honey... Which both fascinates & terrifies me. :-P

Vincent (to Poppy): Somehow, I think it will be a thing horrible to behold. :-P Oh, don't look at me like that. OK, something both horrible and sexy to behold. :-P

Poppy (to Vincent): You are sexy to behold... Heehee... And, this wine has gone straight to my head.

Vincent (to Poppy): If it causes you to make statements like that, I don't mind in the slightest. "Sexy to behold", am I? Really? Tell me more.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, as the future mother of your children, I think I can safely say that when I look at you, I think "I would totally hit that". :-P Wait... is that how the saying goes? It sounds weird.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee hee. Yes, that's how the expression goes. Sometimes, folks add, "I'd hit that like the fist of an angry god." So, you'd hit this like an angry god, would you? ;-}

Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm, I'd have to say yes, lover.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee hee. Well. I have nothing to day to that. Except, maybe... Prove it. ;-}

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my... I was going to tidy up the kitchen, but challenge accepted.

Vincent (to Poppy): Well, the dishes can always wait until tomo...

Strange Ways Here We Come: Day 69

Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): So, we meet again, Mister Carver... Please have a seat. Oh, wait that's a little tricky when you're upside down.

Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): You're very funny, sir.

Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): I hear that a lot. I'm a born entertainer... Want to see a magic trick? (to Hiiri) Are you missing something? Take a guess... One hint, it's bigger than a breadbox.

Hiiri (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): What's your game, von Clegg?

Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Hiiri): People keep asking me that... it's shuffleboard. Why don't you shuffle yourself on to the dock? I want to show you something.

Hiiri (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Oh, very well, you seem to have me at a disadvantage...

Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Hiiri): Yes, yes I do... Say cheese.

Hiiri (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Cheese? ... You blew up my ship. I am so going to make you pay f---

Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): HAHAHA, I just made your boss disappear. The look on Hiiri's face. Priceless. Want to see the picture?

Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): It seems you put us out of a job, sir.

Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): Yes, and if you don't behave, I'm going to drop a house on you... and by house, I mean, a safe full of henchmen.

Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Behave, sir? We've never been anything but polite. Other Carver can be a bit testy at time, but I keep him in line, sir.

Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): Figure of speech, young man. Ever thought about joining an "evil" organization, Mister Carver? I'm an equal opportunity villain. We have a wonderful brainwas-- training program for teen offenders. We could have you rising through the ranks of the assassination & political division in no time.

Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Interesting offer, sir. We really don't have anyplace else to go, do we? Does it matter if we're not quite a teen offender, sir?

Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): I think we can work something out... I mean, it's either that or I drop you into the pit of crocodiles... and I generally try not to commit more than one murder before I've had my coffee... So, think of this as the first day of the rest of your life... And, go see the gentleman outside the door for your uniform and room assignment, young Mister Carver.

Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Very good, sir. Does this mean you'll cut us down, sir?

Thaddeus Von Clegg (to Carver): Oh no, not at all... Consider this your entrance exam. Toodles.

Carver (to Thaddeus Von Clegg): Very good, sir.

A short time later:

Percy (to Poppy & Vincent): Sweeties, sorry to bother you, but I thought you should know that Hiiri's dead.

Vincent (to Percy): Oh. That's... wait. WHAT?

Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Apparently, someone blew up her ship & then dropped a safe on her... I'm still trying to find out the details. The only reason I even know was that I was on board my ship at the docks.

Poppy (to Percy): That's amazing...

Vincent (to Percy): What about Carver? Not to sound like a Bad News Betty, but have we confirmed she's dead? I mean, she is an automaton.

Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): There's no sign of him, as of yet... So, he may have been on board the ship. And, she's in pieces, plus I'm on my way to grab her neural processor, so even if someone rebuilds her, she won't be Hiiri.

Vincent (to Percy): Be careful, Percy. And thanks for letting us know.

Percy (to Vincent & Poppy): Will do, honey.

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that is wonderful news, honey... Now, we just have the issue of our houseguest to deal with today.

Vincent (to Poppy): Quite. I guess your brother really did have a plan.

Poppy (to Vincent): I guess so... I should probably send him some cookies. I mean, what else do you do to say thank you for stopping a crazed robot from killing my boyfriend? It's not covered in the etiquette books I've read.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I don't suppose it is. So, any ideas about how we can get Victor to head home?

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, he said he was only staying until he knew we were all okay... So, maybe now that Hiiri is out of the picture, he'll go willingly... Though, he's probably going to be disappointed that he didn't get to have an adventure. I mean, besides time traveling and potentially disrupting the future because he prevented something from happening... I'm sure he meant well, but I can't help feeling like there's more to it, that he can't or won't tell us.

Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I feel the same way. What's even MORE annoying is that Mouse and Eep figured out how he's connected to us. But she promised she wouldn't say anything. I couldn't help but notice her promise didn't extent to teasing me about it.

Poppy (to Vincent): I think that's what family is for, honey... And, can you honestly say that you wouldn't tease her about it? I mean, if the shoe was on the other foot.

Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah, well, it's funny when it's not me.

Poppy (to Vincent): And, you're sexy when you're all indignant, honey.

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh yeah? Well, you're just plain sexy.

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'm not going to argue with you... Honey, do you smell coffee? And, bacon?

Vincent (to Poppy): I think I do. What the what?

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Good morning.

Vincent (to Victor): You're making breakfast? Are...Are those biscuits?

Victor (to Vincent): Oh. Yes. I hope you don't mind.

Poppy (to Victor): Honey, that smells divine... you clearly have many talents... Very mysterious.

Victor (to Poppy): Heh. It's only bacon and eggs. My parents always insisted I know how to do things for myself.

Poppy (to Victor): Well, that is good advice, honey... I think Vincent is about to cry over those biscuits, though. (to Vincent) Do you want some coffee, lover? I'm grabbing myself a cup.

Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah. That would be great, hun.

Victor (to Vincent): What? Is everything OK? Why are you staring?

Poppy (to Vincent): Here you go, honey... You've got that look on your face. What are you thinking?

Vincent (to Poppy): Do I? Sorry. I'm just wondering what we're going to do about the O'Malley's and Drake. (to Victor) Hiiri was killed today.

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): What? Wow. How did that happen?

Poppy (to Vincent): Do you really think they're going to be trouble now that Hiiri is out of the picture? (to Victor) We think it was CLANNG... Percy told us that her ship exploded and then a safe fell on her. And, it was thanks to your information, so thank you, honey.

Vincent (to Poppy): O'Malley might be. I can't image Drake would go out of his way to make trouble for us. I mean, why would he?

Victor (to Poppy): A... a SAFE fell on her? Are you sure it was CLANNG and not Wile E. Coyote who took her out?

Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know... You didn't by any chance, kiss his son, daughter or do some other ridiculous thing to upset him, honey? If not, then we really only have O'Malley to deal with... and I'm not sure how to fix that. (to Victor) The current leader of CLANNG has a very Loony Tunes sense of humor.

Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha.

Victor (to Poppy): Yeah. I guess so. Wow. That's a bit different from how it is in my time. The current director is rather nightmarish.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee... Sorry, lover. You know, I'm just teasing. (to Victor) Well, that's a terrifying thought... on so many levels. Anyway, since it looks like Hiiri has been taken care of, you can probably go home, now... unless, there's something else.

Victor (to Poppy): Oh. I... I don't know. I mean, when I left, Hiiri had killed Molly, Bernard and Jacob, so now I'm not sure what... OH! Uh... I probably shouldn't have said that.

Poppy (to Victor): Oh god... (to Vincent & Victor) I think I need some fresh air...

Vincent (to Victor): Fat Christ! (to Poppy) Are you OK, lover?

Poppy (to Vincent): I'll be fine... just a little shaken. (to Victor) Okay, Victor... Who the hell are you? I know I was trying to be nice about all of this, but not many folks know about my family... and you're clearly not telling us something.

Victor (to Poppy): I... I'm not sure if I can say anything, or I mean, if I SHOULD say... I mean...

Vincent (to Poppy): He's our kid, hun. (to Victor) I mean, I am right, aren't I, Victor?

Victor (to Vincent & Poppy): Uh...

Poppy (to Vincent & Victor): Heh... Why am I not as surprised as I should be, honey?

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Because this is just the way our lives go, lover.

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Uh... So, you guys aren't totes...I mean, completely freaked?

Vincent (to Victor): A little, but this isn't even the weirdest thing that's happened to me this year.

Poppy (to Victor & Vincent): That is so true... Besides, you have a lot of Vincent's mannerisms & you made a couple references that made me a little suspicious, so I've been watching you like a hawk, trying to work out who you were. So, is Hiiri the only reason you came back here? Or is there something else, honey? Are we dead? Do we hate each other? Because, I can't imagine that older us would be happy about you coming back here, if we knew what you were doing.

Vincent (to Victor & Poppy): Plus, you made biscuits. A good southern boy knows his family biscuit recipe when he tastes it.

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): No, you and Dad are still together. Sad sometimes, and Dad has that weird scar on his face that I'm not sure he'll get now... And, um, no. You don't know what I'm doing. In fact, you're firmly against it.

Poppy (to Victor): Well, you do realize, honey, that by messing with the past, your present may have changed? And, not necessarily for the better... You took a really big, dumb risk in coming here. This is one of the reasons why time travel research is forbidden in Britannia. Even Tesla agreed with the ruling and he generally hates it when people tell him he can't do something.

Victor (to Poppy): I know. I know! And I know one of all the reasons you didn't want me coming here... the biggest one is you didn't want anyone knowing I can manipulate the portals. Someone will kidnap or want to dissect me! "It's too dangerous, Victor! You're not worth the risk, Victor!" But I could help! And I DID help! Your friends are alive, Dad doesn't get hurt... How could I NOT do something?

Poppy (to Victor): Wow... I have no words... (to Vincent) You're awfully quiet...

Vincent (to Poppy): I know. I'm furious that our kid would take such a dumb shit risk, and amused, because... Well, he's DEFINITELY my son.

Poppy (to Vincent): Indeed, he is... So, what do we do now? (to Victor) Look, we appreciate what you've done. I mean, it would be terrible to lose Bernard, Molly & Jacob... I mean ,who would take care of Persephone & a countless other sad things... no, don't tell me. But, the longer you're here, the more potential changes to the timeline could happen. And, are you prepared to go home & discover that things are different from how you left them?

Victor (to Poppy): I know. And I know things are going to be different. But... I don't know. I had to try.

Poppy (to Victor): Okay, this is going to be a little weird, but c'mere, honey... you look like you could use a hug.

Victor (to Poppy): Thank you. I guess I should go home. Oh! You guys are going to give me hell when I get home, aren't you?

Poppy (to Victor): More than likely... But I'm sure it's because we care. Do you want Vincent to give you a ride to the portal? (to Vincent)

Victor (to Poppy): Oh. Yes. That would be nice, thank you.

Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry to volunteer you, honey, but I know how you are about letting other people drive your car.

Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. Heh. Somehow I don't think you're sorry at all. Especially since you're one of the few people I do let drive my car.

Poppy (to Vincent): Fine, then... I'll drive him.

Vincent (to Poppy): I'm just teasing you, hun. I'll drop Victor off.

Poppy (to Vincent): You're wonderful... I'm going to tidy up the kitchen while you're gone. (to Victor) It was very nice to meet you, Victor. I'm glad to know that a kid of mine turns out okay.

Victor (to Poppy): Well, I'd like to think of myself as more than OK.

Poppy (to Victor): Heehee, well you certainly got a good healthy dose of self-confidence, that's for sure. :-) Take care of yourself, Victor & safe journey home. (to Vincent) And, I'll see you when you get back, lover.

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Thank you. It was, uh, interesting meeting you two, and I mean that in a good way. (to Poppy) Bye, Mom. I mean, Poppy. I mean... Uh... Good bye.

Vincent (to Poppy): See you soon, lover.

A couple minutes later:

Victor (to Vincent): So, uh, you're really mad at me, aren't you? You've barely said anything.

Vincent (to Victor): Hmm? Oh. No, not really, actually. Is that a thing I do? When I'm older, I mean? Heh. I don't really have the patience to do that right now. So, do you want to drive?

Victor (to Vincent): Wait... What? You would let me drive? Your car? THIS car?

Vincent (to Victor): I'm assuming I taught you to drive. TELL ME I taught you how to drive a stick shift. Good heavens! What kind of dad am I?

Victor (to Vincent): No, I know how to drive a stick shit. Heh. Yes, you insisted I learn.

Vincent (to Victor): Well, I'm guessing by your reaction, I don't have this car in your time, which is TRAGIC by the by... So, if you want to drive it, now is your chance.

Victor (to Vincent): Oh. Wow. Yeah. I would love to. So you're really not mad at me?

Vincent (to Victor): No. I would have done the same thing in your shoes. I mean, Dad Me is probably going to be PISSED, don't doubt it, but Poppy and I don't have a lot in the way of family and friends, so it means a lot that you wanted to help us protect them. So thanks.

Victor (to Vincent): Oh, um, you're welcome. And thanks for letting drive the Impala. This is...an AMAZING car.

Vincent (to Victor): You're welcome. You took a REALLY big chance to help us. I hope Dad Me remembers that. I also hope your timeline isn't too fucked up.

Victor (to Vincent): Thanks, Dad. Uh, I mean, Vincent.

Vincent (to Victor): Be careful, kiddo!

A little while later:

Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, lover. I'm back.

Poppy (to Vincent): Hi honey... so, that was something, huh?

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh my God, YES! ...So, you and I have a kid sometime in the future apparently.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... Yes. No. Maybe... That's what I was trying to tell him... by coming back here, he might be canceling out his own existence, because now we know this information & it's going to change the way we think about things... I'm surprised future me didn't tell him that... or maybe, he's just hardheaded like his parents. He might get back to his own time and discover that we separated before we had him or that we had a girl instead. There's just too many variables... I wish I knew he was okay.

Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah. I do too. He risked more than his life to help us save Bernard, Molly and the Professor... I guess we owe it to him to stay together. ;-P

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, yes we should do it for him. It was nice to hear that we were still together, though part of me was dying to know how old we were, but then that might be too much future knowledge.

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, holy crap! I KNOW! Me too. Still, though... How awesome was our kid? I mean, he was a bit of pompous ass. He must get that from his mother. ;-P

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, yes clearly it was all my fault. You should have seen him flirting with the ladies at Drac's while you were working the other night. I swear it was like watching you, if he had been in Britannia, all his drinks would have been paid for. I always suspected we made a good team, honey. :-P

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I KNOW we make a good team, lover.

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I don't know about you, honey, but I think I'm going to drag the TV into my bedroom & watch movies and perhaps not leave the bed for the next few days. Care to join me, lover?

Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. You know you can get me to do almost anything when you call me lover. That sounds divine, hun.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I should really use that to my advantage... ;-)

Vincent (to Poppy): I hope you do.

Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm, perhaps a backrub, lover? I mean, this has been a stressful week. I'm all in knots. ;-)

Vincent (to Poppy): Ask and ye shall receive.

Meanwhile:

Mouse: Why on earth are Thomas & Camille sitting on the porch staring in the apartment? That is so weird.

Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Uhhh... what's with the two sets of little eyes staring at us?

Mouse (to Eep): I have no idea... How did they even get outside? I'll go grab 'em and bring back over to Wanda... or not. Where did they go?

Eep (to Mouse): Those little fuckers! It looks like the kitchen window is open. That's how they're getting in and out.

Mouse (to Eep): Well, Otto did say they were smart... Meanwhile, the parents are just lounging around like they own the place. Typical. And, can I just say that you amaze & impress me... You have taken all of this weird stuff in stride, lately.

Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I kinda think that's how cats are. Um... What do you mean "taken all this stuff in stride."

Mouse (to Eep): Our weird twilight zone existence... you know, super smart cats, my nephew from the future, etc... I'm just impressed, if this weirdness was happening when we first met, I think you would have reacted differently. I'm trying to give you a compliment, Felix my love.

Eep (to Mouse): Oh! Uh... Heh. Well, uh, thanks.

Mouse (to Eep): You are very welcome... Now, can I see what you've been working on in the studio for the last couple weeks?

Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um... Yeah. Sure. Just promise not to, um... Well, you'll see.

A couple minutes later:

Mouse (to Eep): Oh... Wow...

Eep (to Mouse): So, uh, you're not mad? Or weirded out?

Mouse (to Eep): Why would I be mad? It's wonderful... I'm really touched.

Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Um, are you really? It's not, like, creepy or anything? Cause I was worried it might be a little creepy.

Mouse (to Eep): Don't be silly! You're talented and If I do say so myself, you picked a very attractive subject. :-P

Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Well, I have to agree with the bit about the subject. So it's not like stalkerish or anything?

Mouse (to Eep): I think it's sweet. No one has ever painted me before. At least, I'm assuming that's me... cuz I'm an egomaniac. :-P

Eep (to Mouse): Heh. No, it's you. Does it not look like you? I, uh... Well. I wanted to paint you.

Mouse (to Eep): I was just kidding, it looks like me... Actually, it looks like a better version of me. I love it.

Eep (to Mouse): Well, honestly, I'd have to say I MUCH prefer the original.

Mouse (to Eep): Oh well, that's good... I'm glad you love me even with all of my numerous flaws... like, the fact that I'm very prone to exaggeration. So, can I have it when you're done?

Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Yeah. It's for you. If you want it, I mean.

Mouse (to Eep): Of course, I want it... I think it should go over the mantle in the living room... Oh... wait... that might be a little weird... Nope... totally putting it there. Thank you, thank you, Felix. I love you.

Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I love you too. Which is, you know, why I painted it. I'm, um, I'm really glad you like it.

Mouse (to Eep): You are silly. I can't believe you didn't think I would like it. C'mere you.

Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, glad to hear it.

Strange Ways Here We Come: Day 68

Vincent (to Mouse): Hey, hun. I meant to tell you. We've put together something that we think will work for Hiiri.

Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, great! How's your houseguest, little brother?

Vincent (to Mouse): Alright, I suppose. I haven't been able to figure him out.

Mouse (to Vincent): Really? What's there to figure out?

Vincent (to Mouse): I don't know. There's something really familiar about him that I can't place my finger on.

Mouse (to Vincent): Oh god, I know what it is, but I have promised not to say anything. But believe me, he's good people...

Vincent (to Mouse): What? How do YOU know he's good people? What aren't you telling me, sister dearest?

Mouse (to Vincent): I figured it out last night... Well, actually Eep figured it out first, but I promised Victor I wouldn't say.

Vincent (to Mouse): Eep knows too? Oh, well that's not annoying at all. Honestly, I'm just trying to get him to go home.

Mouse (to Vincent): Well, he should probably go home but I think he wants to make sure you guys are okay first.

Vincent (to Mouse): He's not going to go anywhere if Poppy keeps making him cookies.

Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, she's been making him cookies? That's sweet... Maybe, she's nesting.

Vincent (to Mouse): Ha ha. You are just hi-LARIOUS, you know that?

Mouse (to Vincent): You could always try bugging Eep... I need to close out the night.

Eep (to Vincent): Who the fuck shit in your cereal tonight?

Vincent (to Eep): No one. Mouse is being a pain in my patoot.

Eep (to Vincent): Oh yeah? About what? Your Bizarro Land counterpart?

Vincent (to Eep): My what?

Eep (to Vincent): Victor. What? He's more than a little bit like you, ya' know. I watched him last night. He even kinda flirts likes you.

Vincent (to Eep): What? He does not!

Eep (to Vincent): Uhhh, yeah he does. (to Mouse) Hey. Does Victor kinda flirt like your brother?

Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, he does, from what I saw last night, at least.

Eep (to Vincent): See? Told you.

An hour or so later:

Poppy (to Victor): Having trouble sleeping, honey or were you waiting up for us? :-P

Victor (to Poppy): Heh. No. I'm just having a little trouble sleeping.

Poppy (to Victor): Would you like some chamomile tea? I was about to make myself some. My sister-in-law swears by it for relaxation.

Victor (to Poppy): That would be lovely, thank you. My mom is a big proponent of a cuppa for relaxation as well.

Poppy (to Victor): Your mom sounds like a smart lady, I uh, never knew my mom. Listen to me, you don't need me getting all weepy... I'll put the kettle on. What did you do while we were at work?

Victor (to Poppy): Well, I might be biased, but I think my mom's the smartest woman I know. I'm sorry I made you upset. Don't worry. I managed to keep myself occupied while you guys were working.

Poppy (to Victor): It's alright, honey... It's been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster of a week.

Victor (to Poppy): You guys have A LOT of science fiction movies, don't you?

Poppy (to Victor): Heehee, I can't take any of the credit for them, honey. They're ALL Vincent's, though I have to admit I do enjoy them... I didn't have anything like that back home when I was growing up.

Victor (to Poppy): Hee hee. That doesn't really surprise me much. You had kind of a rough upbringing, it seems. It appears Vincent did as well. He mentioned something to me about running away from home at 16... Oh! I've upset you again. I'm sorry. It's none of my business. I suppose I'm a bit shocked. I've met you two in my time. I would have never suspected.

Poppy (to Victor): No, I'm not upset, I'm just surprised. He actually mentioned that to you? He doesn't make a habit of telling people, well, neither do I... I think you've thrown us for a loop, honey. And, I know I shouldn't ask about where you're from, but my curiosity is overwhelming... Can you tell me something about yourself? Like, I don't know, when's your birthday? Or, what's your favorite color? Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Favorite book? I know I can't or shouldn't ask you about details in the future, but I figured you might be a safe topic.

Victor (to Poppy): Oh! Ha ha ha. Well, uh, let's see, my birthday is July 14th. I'm afraid I exaggerated a little bit when I said I was 18. I'll be 18 in a few month. My favorite color is plumb. I don't have any interest in having a boyfriend... And I'm currently lady-friend free. I did have a sweetheart for a little while. Her name is Colleen, but it didn't work out.

Poppy (to Victor): Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Victor (to Poppy): It's OK. It was nearly a year ago. Her parents didn't really approve of me. Which is NOT nearly as romantic as Shakespeare would have you believe.

Poppy (to Victor): Really? Clearly they have no taste, honey. You seem smart, good mannered... some girl will count herself very lucky someday ... God, I need to apologize. I don't know what it is that makes me talk like I'm a thousand years old around you. Oh... yay... saved by the tea... Here you go, honey.

Victor (to Poppy): Heh. Well, thank you. I appreciate it. And the tea.

Poppy (to Victor): I'd offer to tell you stuff about me, but it seems like you know quite a bit already... This is so weird.

Victor (to Poppy): Well, what would you tell me about yourself if I didn't know you?

Poppy (to Victor): Heehee, I honestly have no idea. I'm not usually very open with people that I just met... well, except for Vincent, anyway.

Victor (to Poppy): Oh yeah? So, tell me about Vincent. How'd you guys meet? How come you were open with him right away?

Poppy (to Victor): Oh god, honey, it's a ridiculous story... I was put in stasis as part of an experiment and when I woke up, I met him, only it was really complicated... Where you come from, did you ever meet Percy Meriwether?

Victor (to Poppy): Uh, I believe so. He's an automaton, isn't he?

Poppy (to Victor): Yes... Well, he was originally made to look like me. Vincent & the PoppyBot dated while I was in the stasis chamber, it didn't end very well. He didn't know she was a robot or that I even existed until later, so you can imagine the sheer mess it was when I woke up. Anyway, Vincent was nice enough to let me stay with him while I got acclimated & we hit it off.

Victor (to Poppy): Wow. That's... That IS complicated.

Poppy (to Victor): Yeah, just a little, honey. :-)

Strange Ways Here We Come: Day 67

Oliver (to Victor): Hi there... Can I get you something?

Victor (to Oliver): Good question. Something strong and sweet, would be faboo.

Oliver (to Victor): I know just the thing... You seem familiar, have we met?

Victor (to Oliver): No, this is my first time here. I'm new to the area. I'm sure you'd remember if we'd met. Believe me, I leave an impression.

Oliver (to Victor): Oh... yes, you do. Here's your coffee. I hope you like it.

Victor (to Oliver): Thank you, cutie. It's delicious.

Oliver (to Victor): You're very welcome. And, welcome to town.

Poppy (to Oliver): Hi Oliver, can I get my usual, honey?

Oliver (to Poppy): Oh, hey Poppy, of course... you picking up a coffee for your roomie, too?

Poppy (to Oliver): Not this morning, honey, but thank you for asking...

Oliver (to Poppy): Alright then, it'll be right up in just a minute.

Victor (to Poppy): He's an excellent barista, isn't he?

Poppy (to Victor): Oh yes he is, honey. I've tried the other coffee places in town, but this is definitely the best one. And, not to seem too forward, but I love your tie.

Victor (to Poppy): Mmm. I wasn't sure what to expect, considering he's an automaton and all. So, Poppy? It's Poppy Meriwether, I'm guessing. Thank you for the compliment. I'm not surprised. It was a gift from my mom.

Oliver (to Poppy): Here you go, Poppy.

Poppy (to Oliver): Thank you, honey. (to Victor) Wait... How do you know my name, honey? And, keep your voice down about the automaton thing, that's not common knowledge... Are you over from Britannia?

Victor (to Poppy): Oh! Of course. I should have realized that. My apologizes. It's a bit complicated to explain, but my parents know you. In a manner of speaking. Is there somewhere we can go to talk?

Poppy (to Victor): Oh, sure we can go to my place, it's down the street. Since you already know who I am maybe you could tell me your name?

Victor (to Poppy): My name is Victor. Harrison. Victor Harrison.

Poppy (to Victor): I don't normally make a habit of taking strange young men to my home, but you seem oddly familiar to me.

Victor (to Poppy): Yes, I seem to hear that quite a bit around here. But, I promise I'll be a perfect gentleman when you're involved, uh, ma'am.

Poppy (to Victor): Ma'am, really? Not a great way to ingratiate yourself with me, honey. You can't be that much younger than me.

Victor (to Poppy): Oh. Hee hee. Of course. I'm not, am I? May I call you Poppy, then?

Poppy (to Victor): Of course, you can, Honey, that is my name... It's nice to meet you, Victor. And, here we are... if you want to have a seat I need to let my, uh, Vincent know we have company.

Victor (to Poppy): Thank you very much.

Poppy (to Vincent): Good morning, sleepyhead, I'm sorry to wake you, but we have a visitor from Britannia. I think this might his first time crossing over... and he knew my name.

Vincent (to Poppy): What? Oh Christ! What?

Poppy (to Vincent): Just throw on some clothes & get out here. I'll make you a pot of coffee.

Vincent (to Poppy): Right. OK, hun. Right. Do you think he's a threat?

Poppy (to Vincent): No, he's a bit of a dandy, lover. I think you could take him & between the two of us, I think he's fine.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, that certainly makes things interesting.

Poppy (to Victor): Alright, can you tell me what's going on, Victor or should we wait for Vincent?

Victor (to Poppy): I think perhaps we should wait for your husband.

Poppy (to Victor): Oh honey, he's not my husband... He's my lov-, oh uh, boyfr-, no that sounds weird, partner, yes he's my partner.

Vincent (to Victor & Poppy): Hee hee. Partners? Yes.We run a multi-dimensional shipping corporation. :-P

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, then what are we, honey? Because, it all sounds weird to me.

Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Sorry, hun. It just sounds like we're planning on opening a Kinko's or something. I thought we'd decided on lovers. :-P (to Victor) Because it sounds filthy, you see.

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Uh... Not that this isn't all...very uncomfortable. But, back to the task at hand?

Poppy (to Victor): Thank you, honey... So, this is Vincent Potter, Victor. (to Vincent) Honey, this is Victor Harrison.

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): As I told ma-- Poppy earlier, my parents know you two. And know about your current pirate trouble.

Vincent (to Victor): How do they know about that? Who are your parents?

Poppy (to Victor): Oh, they do? Wait, who are your parents, honey? I don't recall knowing anyone named Harrison? (to Vincent) Sorry, honey, I didn't mean to interrupt you.

Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. It's alright, hun. I think we were both wondering the same thing at the same time. (to Victor) So Victor? Who exactly are you? And why would your parents send you to help. These are dangerous people we're dealing with.

Victor (to Vincent): I'm old enough! I'm not that much younger than you! In fact, if I didn't know you were 21, I'd think you were like 14.

Poppy (to Victor): Honey, calm down... He's not saying that you're not capable.

Victor (to Poppy): Sorry. Sorry. Harrison isn't my last name, it's my middle. I..,I don't want to tell you my real name. My parents don't know I'm here, and, sorry, but I'm not about to go back. Not yet, anyway. And I AM capable. I've been dealing with shit--I mean--stuff like this since I was born.

Poppy (to Victor): Well, aren't you a little bit of the mysterious stranger, honey? So, you ran away from home across the portal and you want to help us, is that it?

Victor (to Poppy): I suppose when you put it like that... Yes. I like to think I'm a charming, mysterious stranger at least.

Poppy (to Victor): Oh my... Stop avoiding the issue, honey... You're not giving us a lot to work with here, and yet, you want us to trust you?

Victor (to Poppy): I know. I've told you as much as I think I can. Honestly. I just... I know about Drake, O'Malley and Hiiri. I want to help.

Poppy (to Victor): Well, that's very sweet of you and I'm sure you're quite handy, honey, but I think we've got it covered... And, I certainly wouldn't want to explain to your parents, whoever they are, that we got their son hurt... I mean, we have a nasty habit of having people wanting to kill us... Well, mostly Vincent does, honey. I just can't take him anywhere. :-P

Vincent (to Poppy & Victor): This is all a bit much to contemplate on an un-caffeinated stomach. I'm going to make myself some coffee. (to Victor) Would you like anything?

Victor (to Poppy): Hee hee. Somehow that doesn't surprise me. (to Vincent) No. Thank you.

Poppy (to Victor): So, how did you think you could help us, honey?

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): I know how Drake and O'Malley factor into Hiiri's plans.

Poppy (to Victor): Oh really? Well, we're all ears, honey.

Vincent (to Victor): Before you start your story, hun, I need to talk to Poppy about something. (to Poppy) Join me in the kitchen for a mo?

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh yes, of course, honey... (to Victor) If you'll excuse us for a minute, honey. (to Vincent) So, what do you make of him, honey?

Vincent (to Poppy): I don't know. I really don't know. Everything about him seems like some kind of trap, yet... Something about him seems REALLY familiar. I keep thinking he reminds me of someone. He has to be someone's counterpart. What do you think?

Poppy (to Vincent): I know exactly what you mean, honey. I was thinking it was some kind of trap when I first met him, but I keep having an overwhelming urge to trust him and give him a cookie... I say we hear him out, he might let something slip that will let us know what his angle is or who sent him. He also knew that Oliver was an automaton, so his parents are clearly connected to us and this situation somehow.

Vincent (to Poppy): I agree, hun. Listening to him can't hurt. We'll hear what he has to say, and then we send him home to his parents. They're probably worried sick, and I'm certainly not about to throw some kid into Hiiri's path. Good heavens! Did I just say that? How old do you think he is? 17? 18? I keep catching myself trying to talk to him like he's a wee one.

Poppy (to Vincent): I know, honey. I had this strange compulsion to give him a hug earlier when he was getting worked up. I'd like to know how he crossed over, I mean, who on earth would give him a device... He also, tried to call me ma'am earlier... I didn't think I looked old enough to be a ma'am.

Vincent (to Poppy): WHAT? Good heavens. Not even a bit. As if our lives weren't complicated enough. Now we've got inter-dimensional runaways!

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, well you should be able to relate to him, honey.

Victor (to Poppy): Heh. I suppose so. (to Victor) Well, Victor, I'm sure you're not surprised to hear that we were discussing you in there.

Victor (to Vincent): No, sir.

Vincent (to Victor): "No, sir?" good God. Heaven forbid anyone else should ever refer to me the same way! Poppy and I both want to trust you, but I'm sure you can understand our hesitation. Killer pirates and all. We'll hear you out, but we want to know a few things first. How did you crossover to West Piedmont? Where did you get a portal generator? There are plenty of people watching the doorways. Opening one can be dangerous. And don't bother lying. Poppy will know.

Victor (to Vincent): Don't I know it? I had to use a modified generator to get to the right time, I mean, the right time and place, you know. That was in Britannia. No one should be able to track it since it was modified. They won't know what to look for. From there, I went through the portal that led here. There won't be any residue from that crossing. Totes non-traceable.

Poppy (to Victor): Wait, honey... You're not coming from our Britannia, are you? I mean, the one that's synched up here to this point in time.

Victor (to Poppy): Oh, I didn't say that, did I? I mean, no! Or, actually, yes! I'm from your time. Why would you think I wasn't? That's nuts!

Poppy (to Victor): Honey, you said the right time & place. Plus, the path you took is awfully roundabout, so either you've never traveled via the portals before and are an idiot, which I don't think that's the case or you were time-traveling...

Victor (to Poppy): Damn.

Vincent (to Poppy & Victor): Well, THIS is a whole new level of crazy.

Poppy (to Victor): Heehee, it's okay, honey, you were doing a pretty good job. You just need to learn how to keep your story straight. (to Vincent) Honey, the Poppybot crossed over to the wrong time, so it can happen...

Victor (to Poppy): Yeah. OK. Sorry. It's just... My mom would be SO disappointed in me for not keeping my stories straight. That's 101 stuff.

Poppy (to Victor): Just tell us what you know, please or is this going to be one of those weird time paradoxes?

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): You know how you two aren't firmly fixed in one reality? Well, some of us aren't fixed in space OR time. I'm from a little ways in the future, and I just want to help. I really do! Hiiri still wants to have control over the portals, but since her portal generator was smashed... Thanks to you, um, Vincent. She's looking to control the pirate trading routes. For now. She figures it will be that much easier to control the portals if she also controls all the under-the-table trade that takes place outside of the Empire's reach. She also wants to use Drake and O'Malley to get rid of you two. She's, uh... She's not happy. And she's getting desperate. She's about to start making it a very personal fight. Even more than before.

Poppy (to Victor): Well, we have a plan, honey... so unless, there's something you're not telling us, your trip here might have been pointless.

Victor (to Poppy): You have a friend who can crossover like you can, right? One who doesn't need to get a door opened? One Hiiri knows about? And you have family in Britannia that Hiiri knows about?

Poppy (to Victor): Yes... why?

Victor (to Poppy): I told you; once that meeting with Drake and O'Malley goes sour, she's going to start making things REAL personal.

Poppy (to Victor): Oh... OH... So, in your time is that what happened? Or do you have a solution?

Victor (to Poppy): I... No. I just wanted to warn you. And help if I could. I know you're not supposed to screw with the timelines, but it just never seemed fair to me! And if I could do something about it... I didn't see too many reasons I shouldn't.

Poppy (to Victor): It's okay, honey. We won't ask about what happens in the future... I know that stuff can be tricky.

Vincent (to Victor & Poppy): OK. Well, the meeting has ALREADY gone horribly awry, so let's do what damage control we can. (to Poppy) Hun, see if you can get a hold of your brothers and their families. I hate to say it, but Thaddeus can probably help. He's not a fan of Hiiri, and he has the resources to hide or protect your family until we can take care of this. I can try to get a hold of the Professor, and get him to stay on this side of the portal.

Poppy (to Vincent): You're right, I'll contact him now. (to Vincent & Victor) If you'll excuse me, you two, I'll be back shortly.

A couple minutes later:

Victor (to Poppy): Hun, I can't get a hold of Jacob on the phone. I'm going to stop by his place. Ooo. This may be SUPER awkward....

Victor (to Vincent): Can I go with you? It may be easier to explain if I'm there.

Vincent (to Victor): Oh. Sure. If you want to. (to Poppy) Our mysterious stranger and I will see you in a few, lover!

Poppy (to Victor & Vincent): Be safe, you two.

Vincent (to Poppy): Aren't I always? :-P

A few minutes later:

Victor (to Vincent): Wow. Is this your car? It's... it's beautiful!

Vincent (to Victor): Oh. Heh. Yep. This is my baby. Well, one of my babies. She's a beaut, that's for sure.

Victor (to Vincent): I'll say! I mean, she needs a paint job, but listen to that engine growl! Wow! Hee hee. Sorry. My dad is really into cars and ships and things too. I guess it kind of rubbed off.

Vincent (to Victor): No need to apologize. Believe it or not, I learned to work on cars from my father too. Speaking of which... There was something I wanted to talk to you about. Is everything OK with your home life? I don't mean to pry. But, I know when I ran away from home, it was to escape an ugly situation, so if you need help, or a sympathetic ear...

Victor (to Vincent): Oh. Uh, no. My parents are pretty great, actually. I mean, we don't get along all the time, but you know. You ran away from home?

Vincent (to Victor): Mmm. I did. When I was almost 16. Heh. Of course, my parents were decidedly not so great. They beat me up pretty badly one night, and I decided I had enough.

Victor (to Vincent): Wow. I didn't know that.

Vincent (to Victor): I don't know why you would, kiddo. Here we are. Good heavens, I hope the Professor doesn't have someone over...

A short time later:

Vincent (to Ripper): Professor? Are you home?

Ripper (to Vincent): Oh, hey Captain! Good timing... I was just bringing in my laundry. To what do I owe the pleasure?

Vincent (to Ripper): I wish I could say it was a social call. You know my tendency to get into trouble, right?

Ripper (to Vincent): Of course... If you could trade it for currency, you'd be a millionaire.

Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. Then I'd have money AND a title. Well... I've managed to run afoul of Captain Drake, the O'Malley family AND Hiiri and Carver are still gunning for us, of course. We got some information that Hiiri is targeting you and some of Poppy's family. You'll want to cancel any plans you had to crossover for a while.

Ripper (to Vincent): Oh. Wow. That's not good... I was supposed to go over tonight. Magdalena is going to kill me.

Vincent (to Ripper): Yikes. No, she is not going to be happy. Sorry, Professor. You can blame me entirely.

Ripper (to Vincent): Hey, who's your friend? Should you be talking about this stuff in front of him?

Vincent (to Ripper): Sorry! Where are my manners? This is Victor. He's from Britannia, and is the young man who warned us about Hiiri's intentions.

Ripper (to Victor): Nice to meet you Victor... You're from Britannia? Heh... For a second, I thought you might have been Vincent's cousin or something, you've got a few similar features.

Vincent (to Ripper & Victor): Really? Do we?

Ripper (to Vincent): Yeah, a little...

Victor (to Ripper): You think so? That's strange. I hadn't really noticed. I mean, I don't see it, honestly. Personally, I think I'm better looking.

Ripper (to Victor): HAHAHA! Wow... I don't think I've ever heard anyone say that before.

Vincent (to Ripper & Victor): I don't think I have either! Huh...

Ripper (to Vincent): You are lucky, he's from Britannia, Captain. Because, I think he'd give you a run for your money with the crowd at Drac's. (to Victor & Vincent) Well, I promise I won't crossover until you tell me it's safe. Anything else you need to tell me?

Vincent (to Ripper): Hmm? Oh. No. Why? Is deadly pirates and killer automatons coming after you not news enough? :-P I'll see you at work tonight, Professor. Be safe!

Ripper (to Vincent): Yeah, you too.

Victor (to Ripper): It was really nice to meet you, Jacob.

Ripper (to Victor): It was nice meeting you too, Victor. Thank you for the heads up!

Victor (to Ripper): The pleasure was mine. And, you're welcome.

A little while later:

Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. We have returned. I see from the large glass of gin in your hand your talk with your brothers went well.

Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, it was lovely... They argued with me and then, I had to get Thaddeus to agree to send minions to guard them. And, he is quite upset and he says he's going to handle it once and for all.

Vincent (to Poppy): Wow. That is... That is slightly terrifying.

Poppy (to Vincent): I'm not working tonight, so I'm thinking about crossing over and hanging out with Bernard & Molly.

Vincent (to Poppy): I don't blame you, hun. I've got to work. (to Victor) You can head over with Poppy and head home, if you like.

Poppy (to Vincent): Wow... Who are you and what have you done with the real Vincent? I think that was the first time you've ever willing let me crossover without you... Or is it because Victor is going with me?

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Is it? It can't be! I... Oh. Maybe it is.

Poppy (to Vincent): I knew the magic would wear off, eventually. :-P

Vincent (to Poppy): Well. I have no clever response for that. Just...please be careful, lover.

Poppy (to Vincent): I will be. You be careful, too.

Several hours later:

Poppy (to Victor): So, you wanna head over to Britannia with me, so you can get home or is there something else you'd like to do here, honey?

Victor (to Poppy): Well, I don't suppose Vincent would ever forgive me if I let you crossover alone. You aren't going to let me help, are you?

Poppy (to Victor): Honey, if you were in my shoes, would you? I appreciate your help but I don't want you to get hurt. Heehee, so you don't have to tell me exactly, but you're somehow related to Vincent, aren't you?

Victor (to Poppy): Jacob asked me the same thing.

Poppy (to Victor): Well, you have a couple of his mannerisms & you said totes earlier, honey...

Victor (to Poppy): Ah. Well, yes. Uh... You could say we're related.

Poppy (to Victor): Heehee, you're adorable when you blush, honey... So, I take it that you don't want to go home yet?

Victor (to Poppy): No. Not really. I guess I'm concerned. I would like to stay, please.

Poppy (to Victor): Well then, I won't send you home yet, honey. I can fix up the guest room if you'd like to stay here. Do you want to hang out here, honey or go do something fun? If I stay on this side, I might need a distraction.

Victor (to Poppy): Whatever you'd like to do. I'm at your service.

Poppy (to Victor): Wow, did your parents beat good manners into you, honey? You can relax. Let's go to Drac's. I'm curious to see what you think of the place. I would like you to meet Eep, he's a grump but he's good people.

Victor (to Poppy): Oh. Hee hee. I guess I'm trying to be on my best behavior. That's the bar where Vincent works at, right?

Poppy (to Victor): Yes honey, and pretty much all our friends, including his sister.

Victor (to Poppy): Really? Well, this should be interesting.

A short time later:

Poppy (to Eep): Hi honey, aren't you looking dapper, tonight... Did a vampire see the sun & give you his clothes?

Eep (to Poppy): What? What the fuck are you talking about? So, what's with Jr? Trading in Vincent for a younger version?

Poppy (to Eep): Oh not at all, honey. Though, he is adorable... This is Victor. Victor, this is Eep.

Eep (to Victor): Hey. Nice to meet you. Here. Gimme your hand. I need to put an X on your hand since you're underage. (to Poppy) So what's his story?

Victor (to Eep): Oh. Of course. It's nice to meet you too.

Poppy (to Eep): He's visiting from Britannia...

Eep (to Poppy): Huh. That all?

Poppy (to Eep): No, there's more to it, but this isn't the place, honey... We're going to head inside.

Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Check out the guy with Poppy. Is it just me, or does he look like he could be Poppy and Vincent's kid?

Mouse (to Eep): Oh my god! Yeah he does... Do you think they noticed? I am so going over to meet him. (to Poppy) Hey Poppy! Who's your friend?

Poppy (to Mouse): Oh honey, this is Victor Harrison. Victor, this is Vincent's sister, Mouse.

Victor (to Mouse): Hi. It's nice to meet you.

Mouse (to Victor): Hi there! So, are you Poppy & Vincent's kid from the future?

Poppy (to Mouse): Haha, you're a riot. I'm going to get a drink.

Victor (to Mouse): Uh... What? Why would you ask that?

Mouse (to Victor): Because I'm not blind.

Victor (to Mouse): Damn. I was hoping it wasn't that obvious. Please, don't tell them.

Mouse (to Victor): I'm sorry, I've had a couple drinks & my filter is off. I won't say anything to them, I promise. I actually said it half joking, but I'm not surprised it's true. I'd give you a hug, but that might be weird since we just met.

Victor (to Mouse): Thank you. I'm sure they'll figure it out, sooner or later. We can hug then.

Strange Ways Here We Come: Day 66

 Mouse (to Poppy): Hey Poppy... how are you feeling? Should you be drinking coffee?

Poppy (to Mouse): Huh? What are you talking about, honey? ... Oh, right. No, it's okay. It was a mistake. The test was faulty. I'm not... you know.

Mouse (to Poppy): Oh, that's great... I'm sure you & Vincent are relieved.

Poppy (to Mouse): Yes, most definitely... Speaking of which, I need to get back with the coffees before they get cold. See you later!

Mouse (to Poppy): Bye.

A short time later:

Poppy (to Vincent): Good morning, lover! I picked you up a latte & a scone.

Vincent (to Poppy): Ooo. Thank you, sweetie! A beautiful woman bearing pastry is a nice way to face the morning. Oof. Good heavens. I slept like the dead last night! You were up bright and disgustingly early this AM.

Poppy (to Vincent): I had a restless night, honey, as soon as could, I got up for a swim, a workout and to run some errands. I'll probably crash in a bit and take a nap... Oh, I did run into your sister & told her about the mistake. She seemed concerned about my coffee consumption, so I assumed she must have known.

Vincent (to Poppy): She did. I told her the night you told me. Heh. She was the one who advised me to stop dithering and go find you.

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'm glad you did, honey.

Vincent (to Poppy): I am too.

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, just so you know, honey, I'm waiting to hear back from Percy. I asked him to see if he's heard anything about O'Malley, Drake & Hiiri... and, I have a thought about how to deal with them.

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh? It doesn't involve leaving me hog-tied in a closet so I can never get myself into trouble again, does it?

Poppy (to Vincent): That's plan B, honey. :-P

Vincent (to Poppy): I like my Plan B better. :-P

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, we'll save that for plan C. :-)

Vincent (to Poppy): Or maybe just later tonight. ;-} What's your Plan A, hun?

Poppy (to Vincent): We record a message of Mouse pretending to be Hiiri that is essentially talking of her plan to takeover the O'Malley's territory and then we leak it to them. Then, they'll be too busy dealing with each other to worry about us.

Vincent (to Poppy): Sweetie... Have I told you recently how amazing and brilliant you are? That's pure damned genius!

Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you, honey... Now, we just need to come up with the actual message for Mouse to read. We need something that will definitely upset the O'Malleys enough to distrust Hiiri.

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, that's easy. Just have "Hiiri" plot to finish of Miranda the same way she was going to get rid of Bellamy. It's probably not far from the truth.

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, and I got word back from ISS, it looks like only one of your former crewmates have died, but it looks like it was an accident & not a hit.

Vincent (to Poppy): So, Drake only targeted Alistair then. Mmm. Why would Hiiri and O'Malley bother getting him involved if that's the case?

Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know... Maybe, there's something else going on that has nothing to do with us… Oh... Maybe, Hiiri really does plan on taking out O'Malley & Drake... and this is all still about her desire for power.

Vincent (to Poppy): That wouldn't surprise me. I know she's been trying to get that portal of hers working again.

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'm thankful that she hasn't, the last thing we need is for her to come wandering over here, honey.

Vincent (to Poppy): God in heaven forbid! At least we know she's stuck in Britannia for the time being. Did you ever hear anything back from your brother about CLANNG's plot to deal with her? I'm still not a fan, mind you... But Hiiri's getting bolder. And scarier. I'll admit I'm at a loss for what to do about her.

Poppy (to Vincent): Actually, it's been fairly quiet on the brother front... which is odd. I should probably contact him.

Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. I'm not sure if that is a relief, or worries me more.

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, sometimes Thaddeus gets easily distracted... you know with henchmen, and the wails of blind kittens.

Vincent (to Poppy): The wails of blind... No. You know what? I don't want to know.

Poppy (to Vincent): Yeah, it's probably for the best, honey… Can you ask your sister if she is willing to record the message, honey? The sooner, the better.

Vincent (to Mouse): Dearest, darling big sister, how much do you love me?

Mouse (to Vincent): Hmmm, is this a trick question?

Vincent (to Mouse): Totally. Poppy came up with a brilliant idea to turn O'Malley, Drake & your evil, robot counterpart against one another, BUT... We'll need you to record a message pretending to be Hiiri. Do you think you'd be able to do that?

Mouse (to Vincent): Ummm, sure... Will someone write something for me to read or am I going to have to wing it? I have the same voice, but she's such a bucket of crazy, I'm not sure I can fake that.

Vincent (to Mouse): We'll take care of that bit, sweetie. Somehow. THANK YOU. The last thing we need is those three forming a Legion of Doom.

Mouse (to Vincent): Happy to help, little brother.

Vincent (to Mouse): Oh! And more good news, it looks like I don't have any "kill in the most painful, bloody way possible" contracts out on my life. So, yay!

Mouse (to Vincent): Well, that's wonderful to hear!

Vincent (to Mouse): No guff! God, I don't even want to tell you the kind of shape Alistair's body was in when it was found... Anyway. Yay for one less thing to worry about! Heh.

Mouse (to Vincent): Well, that's good. If this plan of Poppy's works, will you promise me to stay out of trouble for a little while?

Vincent (to Mouse): I would LOVE to. I swear, I don't go looking for trouble, sweetie. I just kind of stumble into it. Honest!

Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, well just let me know when you want me to record the message & I can do it my studio.

Vincent (to Mouse): Will do! We'll let you know when we have something together. Thanks again, sister o' mine. See you soon. Love you!

Mouse (to Vincent): Love you too, little brother.

Vincent (to Poppy): Good news, hun. Mouse said she'll record the message for us in her studio. We just need to write the verbiage for her. She's not sure she can ad lib quite at that level of batpoop crazy.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, not really surprising, honey, who could... I'm going to take a nap & then I'll see if I can come up with something.

Vincent (to Poppy): No one I'd like to meet in a dark alley. Get some rest, hun. Do you need anything?

Poppy (to Vincent): Hmmm, something to cuddle with... oh, wait there's Max. :-P

Vincent (to Poppy): Thrown over for the cat. So it begins.

Poppy (to Vincent): C'mere, lover... I was just kidding. You know perfectly well you're the only one that I like to cuddle with.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I know you were. I was just playing hard to get. I've got to keep your interest somehow, Ms Meriwether. ;-}

Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I can't imagine ever losing interest in you... You get in way too much trouble.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. And here I promised my sister I would try to behave.

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh? Well, that's a shame, honey. I mean, I was planning on getting you in trouble right now. ;-)

Vincent (to Poppy): Really? Well, what sister dearest doesn't know won't hurt her.

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh god, please don't ever tell her, lover. :-P

Vincent (to Poppy): Are you kidding? I think Mouse would rip my tongue out if I even attempted to divulge. I'd like to keep it in my mouth where it belongs.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, me too.

Vincent (to Poppy): Maybe you can come up with something more interesting for me to do with my mouth... Hee hee. You're adorable when you blush, hun.

Strange Ways Here We Come: Day 65

Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I have good news! It was a huge mistake… We're in the clear.

Vincent (to Poppy): What? Oh! Oh... good heavens.

Poppy (to Vincent): Yeah... Heh... So, hurrah!

Vincent (to Poppy): Yeah. I guess now all we have to worry about is the group of assholes who want to slaughter us. Heh. Easy peasy.

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, you told me that O'Malley mistook Mouse for Hiiri, which means Hiiri didn't meet up with her at the pier today & she may have missed the rendezvous with Drake, so we might be able to use this to our advantage… And, excuse me for a minute while I go fix the largest drink I can make myself.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I don't blame you in the slightest, sweetie. I don't suppose we'll be lucky enough that Drake, O'Malley and Hiiri will finish each other off.

Poppy (to Vincent): I'll keep my fingers crossed, honey, but in the meantime, I'll still try to come up with a plan. Heh... I have to admit, honey, that I'm a little disappointed... and clearly, drunk.

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh? Disappointed? Really.

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... I think I'm just delusional, honey. Stress can do that, sometimes...

Vincent (to Poppy): It's not that delusional.

Poppy (to Vincent): Wait, honey... I thought you'd be relieved.

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. No. I mean, I am. I, uh, just... I don't know what to say.

Poppy (to Vincent): It's okay, honey... I'm going to totally give a piece of my mind to the ISS Medical team in the morning.

Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. Yeah. It was a bit of a shock, I'll admit. How did they discover the results were faulty?

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, they figured it out when the results of several agents & the director also came back positive, honey. Director Mangrove was not amused, I can tell you.

Vincent (to Poppy): Ha ha ha! I wouldn't imagine he thought it was funny.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, it's true... I have a feeling someone's going to get sent on a terrible mission. I'm going to curl up in bed & read a book, honey... Care to join me?

Vincent (to Poppy): That sounds like a wonderful idea, lover.