When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 93

At the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Vincent (to Victor): Really, it's your own fault for dropping your guard, kiddo... Are you sure you're alright?

Victor (to Vincent): Yeah... Just bloody dandy.

Vincent (to Victor): I thought you'd been practicing, Victor. You know, someone else won't take it easy on you if...

Victor (to Vincent): DAD! I *have*! I just... It gets confusing.

Poppy (to Victor & Vincent): ... Oh, am I interrupting, sweeties? She says knowing full well that she is.

Victor (to Vincent & Poppy): No! ... No. It's fine. I'll just go see to this, shall I?

Poppy (to Victor): Come here, honey, let me mother you for a minute. Not like you give me much opportunity these days. We're just worried about you... And, you could have easily taken advantage of your father's left side. He always drops his shoulder slightly, right before he lunges.

Victor (to Vincent & Poppy): Yeah. I know, but unlike some people in the family, I didn't think it was right pressing an advantage there considering it's his bad one an' all... Thanks, Mum.

Vincent (to Victor): Not taking an opening can get you killed.

Poppy (to Vincent): True, lover...

Victor (to Vincent & Poppy): Why, Dad? Planning on killing me some time soon?

Vincent (to Victor): Victor, you know you can talk to us, right?

Poppy (to Victor): What's going on, honey? Clearly something is bothering you.

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): It's nothing.

Poppy (to Victor): Pardon my French, honey, but you can't bullshit a bullshitter. Don't make me sic your sister on you.

Victor (to Poppy & Vincent): Yeah... I know. It's all a bit much, sometimes, you know? I can hardly believe it's all real. Heh... Almost seems a bit like a dream. I'm all peaches. Honest. Thanks for the patch work, Mum. See you later.

Poppy (to Victor): Victor Harrison Potter! You stop right where you are! You will turn around & tell us what is up with you or so help me... I will pull Percy from his mission & put him on your airship as your navigator. Just see if I don't!

Victor (to Poppy): Alright... Ouch! Alright! Heh. No need to be THAT threatening, you know. I think some of it might be that I'm never sure that I know what I'm doing. Being a captain and all, I mean. And, part of it is... I dunno. Something about all this feels ruddy well familiar. I just can't remember what... Heh. There's no reason to be threatening.

Poppy (to Victor): C'mere, honey... You'll get the hang of all this, I promise. Just don't let your worry & nervousness control you. That's what causes issues and gets you hurt... just ask your father. :-P

Victor (to Poppy): Heh. Don't we all know it? Thanks, Mum.

Poppy (to Victor): You're welcome, honey. We just want you to be safe, ok? We love you very much.

When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 92

At the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Fiona (to Luc): Stop your pouting, fluffy lad. Come at me again. How am I to know what you can teach if I don't know what you can do? Aren't ya itching by now to prove you can take me in a fair fight?

Luc (to Fiona): ... Is this some sort of revenge for the other night with Mister Fox? I've already told you that it wasn't my fault. Wait... I'm supposed to teach... children? They're like little monkeys.

Fiona (to Luc): Of course they are! Why else would they require instruction? Come on! Don't worry about the children, boy. Shout at them loud enough, and they'll mind. Pick up your defense there! I could have gutted you five times over.

Luc (to Fiona): Sorry... I was distracted by a personal matter. I'll do better this round.

Fiona (to Luc): Were you now? And what kind of personal matter would distract you from almost getting your head taken off?

Luc (to Fiona): Heh. My best friend is pissed at me… I'm not sure you want to hear about my troubles. Let's just spar.

Fiona (to Luc): Awww. Poor wee babe. Would you like me to get you a bottle to go with all that crying you're doing?

Luc (to Fiona): ... I'll fucking show you crying.

Fiona (to Luc): Ha ha ha! That was very nearly good, fluffy lad. Where has all this fire been all this time?

Luc (to Fiona): Probably laying low since that kind of thing attracted Mister Carver's attention.

Fiona (to Luc): Heh heh. That's no doubt true. And, I'm sure I'm nothing like Mr. Carver, so let's see what that bit of fire can accomplish.

Luc (to Fiona): ... Heh. Are you flirting with me, Miss McGillivray? ;-P

Fiona (to Luc): Heh heh. Are my pants off? Then I shouldn't think so.

Luc (to Fiona): Well, that's good because I'm not sure my parents would be very happy about that sort of thing... After all, you are a good deal older than me. ;-P

Fiona (to Luc): HA! I am. That's why I know better than to smash my bits up against yours. You hardly know how to use your tackle. I'm not willing to do THAT kind of teaching.

Luc (to Fiona): ... That is a terrifying thought.

Fiona (to Luc): It should be. I'd most likely kill you. Heh... If you're trying to upset me, you'll have to try harder.

Luc (to Fiona): ... I've been sleeping with one of the clones of my adopted sister who is also the clone of my adopted aunt. And, I think I might be in love with her... Does that work?

Fiona (to Luc): Awww. Poor lamb. Isn't it awful to be you? En your guarde, Luc!

Luc (to Fiona): Heh. It was worth a try.

Fiona (to Luc): Heh heh heh. So what? You love a girl you're not sure you supposed to? Good for you! 

Luc (to Fiona): No, I was just trying to distract you, so you would drop your guard.

Fiona (to Luc): What would you have in common with that Proper Girl, eh? Oops. Nearly got me there... Wouldn't have said it if you weren't thinking about it, would you?

Luc (to Fiona): ... Proper girl? Who the hell is that?

Fiona (to Luc): Your "friend." Whoever it is you've got your knickers in a bunch over. The girl you think you're supposed to fall for, but you didn't. Did you?

Luc (to Fiona): I don't know about supposed to... Why am I talking to you about this? You hardly give a shit.

Fiona (to Luc): The fact that I don't, is why you're taking to me, isn't it? ... Heh heh. You've given me an opening into your head, lad. That isn't smart. Heh... But, don't worry. I'm not looking to break you. Lemme give you a hand up.

Luc (to Fiona): Thanks... I don't usually babble like that. I'm clearly unfocused.

Fiona (to Luc): Doesn't prove a thing other than that you're human, pretty boy... Ha ha ha! No need to look offended by that fact.

Luc (to Fiona): Sorry. Maladori wasn't big on folks acting human. It's why she always kept automatons around.

Fiona (to Luc): I'll bet. If she didn't bleed like a bloody human, I would suspect she's an automation herself. Ha ha ha! Stop your stewing, lovely, and come along. You're hardly the only one with a sad story to tell. Time for a drink!

Luc (to Fiona): Heh... A drink would be perfect. Did you figure out what I should teach?

Fiona (to Luc): Might have a few ideas.

When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 91

On the street, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Nathaniel (to Charles): We've been at this for hours, Chuck. How much longer are you plannin' on lookin' for this kid? It's not like this is an awesome neighborhood to spend your Sunday in you know. It's obvious he don't wanna be found.

Charles (to Nathaniel): For the love of... My name is NOT "Chuck," Mr. Jones. I want to find Smitty if I can because... I'm think he's sick. If you don't want to be here, no one is forcing you.

Amunet (to Charles & Nathaniel): Could you both shut the bloody hell up? I found someone who might know where he's hiding.

Nathaniel (to Amunet & Charles): Yeah, yeah. If that's the fucking case, let's get to it. We've had fucking eyes on us for two blocks at least.

Charles (to Nathaniel & Amunet): What!?! What the 'ell are you banging on about?

Amunet (to Charles & Nathaniel): Look, if you don't want my help. I'll happily leave you to it... There are, at least, three people tailing us. It's why I circled around earlier.

Nathaniel (to Amunet & Charles): ... They're CLANNG. Amunet, do you think you can get you an' Charles back to the bunker without too much fuss?

Charles (to Nathaniel & Amunet): I don't think splitting up is a good idea.

Amunet (to Nathaniel & Charles): I am in agreement with Mister Turner, Nate. It is best if we stay together. We can probably take them, if need be.

Nathaniel (to Amunet & Charles): You an' me? Of course we can, but I dunno about Chuck here, an' we don't know what kinda hardware they got.

Amunet (to Nathaniel & Charles): ... Nate, I believe Mister Turner can handle himself. He was in the Smith gang, after all. Right?

Charles (to Nathaniel & Amunet): Yeah... I was. Plus, if they're ruddy CLANNG they know all about who you is, and what you can do, yeah? So shut yer ruddy soup strainer, an' come on!

Nathaniel (to Charles & Amunet): Well... Look who grew a set. Alright.

Amunet (to Nathaniel & Charles): Heh... Follow me. The young man was this way.

An hour later, at an abandoned building, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Nathaniel (to Charles): I don't give a good goddamn WHO you think you were two goddamn years ago, Amunet said to stay put. That's what we're doin'! So sit tight, and shut the fuck up!

Meanwhile, inside:

Smitty (to Amunet): Who in the blue blazes, is you?

Amunet (to Smitty): No one of any import. I take it you're Mister McSmitts? We've been looking for you. Mister Turner has been concerned.

Smitty (to Amunet): Can't say I know either of them names. You found your way in, so find your way back out.

Viola Locklear (to Smitty): Smitty! There's strangers out in our alley. They seem to know-- Oh, um, I'm sorry. It seems they're already here.

Smitty (to Viola): ...Yeah. I was just explainin' that they 'ave me runched up wif some other bloke. (to Amunet) You an' yer mates should go.

Amunet (to Smitty & Viola): Fine… I'm going… Look, I don't have any desire to cause you problems but Mister Turner is worried about you… What's going on?

Viola (to Amunet): Back off, lady! We take care of our own. If Smitty wants you out of here then you get the hell out of here.

Smitty (to Viola): S'alright, Vee. She'll gut you. (to Amunet) Look, miss, I appreciate Mr. Turner's concern an' all, but there's no point. I got soot wart. Afflicted area's been "removed," but it's in m'guts now. Tell Charlie t'save the food an' bed for someone who'll live long enough to appreciate it.

Viola (to Amunet): Yeah… I know all about Mister Turner's ruddy concern. He can just go and rot, for all I care.

Smitty (to Viola): Vee! Gush it. Don't play yer ace when the two'll do. (to Amunet) G'bye, miss.

Viola (to Smitty): Sorry, Smitty. (to Amunet) Go on, git.

A moment later:

Viola (to Smitty): What can I get you, love?

Smitty (to Viola): Nuffin', luv. I'm right as spring rain ... You ain't gotta stay here, you know. No one would blame you if you wanted... Heh heh. Sumthin' a bit better than all this.

Viola (to Smitty): Screw that, Smitty. The last bloke who said sumfin like that to me, took off and well-- he didn't come back for awhile. So, just hush and let me make you more comfortable. I'll be here for you until you don't need me, anymore. Ok?

Smitty (to Viola): Alright. Whatever you say. Heh. I'll be the first t' warn you though, duckie. Once I go, I ain't comin' back...

Viola (to Smitty): I know. But, at least you've always been straight forward with me… Not like some people.

Smitty (to Viola): Heh. <cough> ... Don' write off them other people just yet. They might be yer best chance fer a hot meal when I'm gone.

Viola (to Smitty): I'd rather eat dirt soup than ask bloody Mister Turner for help… I'll make sure the others are taken care of. I promise.

Smitty (to Viola): Good. S'all I ask. Thank ya', Vee.

A couple minutes later:

Amunet (to Nathaniel & Charles): … We need to go. There's nothing we can do, Mister Turner.

Charles (to Amunet): What? What the ruddy 'ell do you mean? That innit right. Lemme talk to 'im.

Amunet (to Charles): It's soot wart, Mister Turner. There's no cure.

Charles (to Amunet): What do you mean it's...? Oh.

Amunet (to Charles): Yes. So unless you've suddenly gained some magical abilities over life & death, I suggest we go.

Nathaniel (to Charles & Amunet): ... C'mon. Let's get the fuck outta here.

Amunet (to Nathaniel): Of course… 

An hour or so later, at the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Amunet (to Nathaniel): … Bloody hell! Where did the boy run off to? Nate, we've got to go back.

Nathaniel (to Amunet): Oh shit fuckers! OK, I'll find him. Get back to the Bunker and round up whatever help you can muster.

Amunet (to Nathaniel): I don't think it was CLANNG, Nate. I think he went to see his friend. But, if you think it's serious, I'll get help.

Nathaniel (to Amunet): No. I think you're right. I think he just gave us the fuckin' slip. But I don't like this whole goddamn situation. Better paranoid than dead. Hopefully I'll find him, an' be back in a few shakes.

Amunet (to Nathaniel): I'll wait here, then… Try not to get yourself hurt. I don't want to deal with your husband.

Nathaniel (to Amunet): Heh. I wouldn't blame you. I'll be careful. I got too much to come home to not to be.

Meanwhile, back at an abandoned building, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Viola: Aaah, watch where you're going, you ruddy wanker! I'm carrying hot soup… (to Charles) Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?

Charles (to Viola): Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you... Does Smitty really got the Chimney Rot? I don't mean anyone any harm, you know. Honest. 

Viola (to Charles): If you say so... And yeah, Smitty's a goner.

Charles (to Viola): ... Bloody 'ell. I mean I thought... I knew he wasn't well, but I had no idea it was... If he needs summit... You know, someplace to stay that's warm for a bit. He knows how to find us, yeah?

Viola (to Charles): Yeah, 'course... That all?

Charles (to Viola): ...Yeah. Suppose so. Same goes for you or any of th' others still about, miss.

Viola (to Charles): ... I'd rather fall into a pit of vipers, Charlie Turner, than to accept your ruddy help. I'll keep everyone safe, I promised Smitty I would. Don't you worry about us. I wouldn't want you to strain yourself.

Charles (to Viola): ...S'not my help that's being offered, really. I'm just th' cook. ...How do I know you?

Viola (to Charles): ... Two ruddy years and how quickly they forget. Do I really look that different, Charlie? You said you'd come back for me. I waited for months... I finally realized you weren't coming back & that it was up to me to rescue myself. Not really much of an improvement but at least, I'm not in the gang, anymore.

Charles (to Viola): ...Viola?! B-but, HOW? how're you HERE? In New London? ...How're you ruddy ALIVE? They said you was... Philip too! What about Philip? Where's your brother? He here too?

Viola (to Charles): He got nicked & shipped off somewheres, not sure where. He knows where to find me, if he's able. As for me being here & alive, it was no thanks to you. We scammed an old conductor for a lift on the train & jumped off when we got here. Smitty took us in when no one else wouldn't bother, so there you are.

Charles (to Viola): Th-they said you, Philip & the Olsens all got cornered by a rival kidsman's boys. Said your throats was slit. ...Bloody 'ell! Bloody 'ELL! Course he did! He wanted me, Hobbs an' Murphy t'go visit Big Ginger Tom. Course he bloody tol' me that...

Viola (to Charles): You always were a bit of a softie, Charlie.

Charles (to Viola): Wot? Soft! Just cuz I didn't care t'go 'round maiming an' murdering folk just on bloody Achilles's say so? No, no. You're ruddy right. I was bloody soft. I'm softer now... Vee, you shouldn't stay here just cuz you're mad with me. Not when there's a better option.

Viola (to Charles): Better option? That school thing sounds a bit iffy to me... 'Sides some of the kids don't want to go 'til Smitty's gone... They keep thinkin' he's gonna get better. I don't want to take away their one little bit of hope.

Charles (to Viola): ...Yeah. I shouldn't think so. I won't keep you ... I know you don't want nuthin' from the likes of me, an' I don't blame you.

Viola (to Charles): ... We'll see.

Charles (to Viola): Once I got away from the Smiths, I didn't look back real hard, did I? But if you need somefin'... You know where I am.

A few minutes later, on the street:

Charles: Bloody 'ell...

Nathaniel (to Charles): You can a fucking hard guy to track down, you know that? Come on!

Charles (to Nathaniel): M-- Mister Jones...

Nathaniel (to Charles): Don't say shit. Just move! We don't got time to stand around with our thumbs up our asses!

Charles (to Nathaniel): Don't! Don't bloody touch me! I think I can take a minute t'bloody well collect myself, yeah?

Nathaniel (to Charles): No, we really don't. Charles ... CHARLES! Goddamn it, boy!

An hour or so later, in Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Nathaniel: Hello? Amunet? Aunt Poppy? Where the good goddamn is everyone?

Amunet (to Nathaniel): Hush. Your aunt & Fiona went out to deal with your tails. I was told to wait here for your return. So, calm down.

Nathaniel (to Amunet): I fuckin' lost Charles.

Amunet (to Nathaniel): ... How on earth did you do that? I thought you were supposed to be good at that sort of thing.

Nathaniel (to Amunet): I am! ...Well, I usually am. He pulled outta my grasp and was down an alley before I could grab him.

Amunet (to Nathaniel): Shit... Well, he's on his own. We can't keep running around looking for the little twit. I need to get back. I've got work.

A few minutes later:

Nathaniel (to George): I'm sorry, George. I haven't been able to find hide nor hair of Charles... I'm sure he'll be bacl soon.

George (to Nathaniel): What!?! Take me to the last place you saw him, right now!

Nathaniel (to George): ... Alright. I probably shouldn't. 'Specially not at night, but... I'd be demanding the same thing if Aiden were missing. Come on.

George (to Nathaniel): Less talking and more walking, Nate… I'll find him on my own, if I have to.

A short time later, in the street, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

George (to Nathaniel): … So, what happened? Why did you get separated? I thought you went out to look for that Smitty bloke.

Nathaniel (to George): I caught up with him here. He was upset about somethin'. I was gonna get us home, but he ran off down that alley. Amunet found him, but he didn't wanna come back with us. Seems like he's dying. Charles gave us the slip, the first time, and he went to talk Smitty.

George (to Nathaniel): Okay... Thank you. You can head back. I'll find him.

Nathaniel (to George): … I'm sure you will. You positive you don't want me sticking around in case you need a quick ride home?

George (to Nathaniel): Yeah... If he's upset, the last person he needs to see is one the people he freaked in front of. I'll be fine, I promise.

Nathaniel (to George): ... Fair enough. Here. If you need to get out fast, gimme a call, OK?

George (to Nathaniel): Besides, I'm sure your family will be wondering where you are. I wouldn't want to get on Lily's bad side. ;-p

Nathaniel (to George): You're welcome. Be careful, and stay frosty.

George (to Nathaniel): I will. Thank you again.

A short time later:

George (to Charles): Charles? I know you're up there... Are you alright? Are you hurt or something?

Charles (to George): ... George? Bloody 'ell... I'm here. How did you know where to find me?

George (to Charles): ... If I told you I'd have to kill you. Heh... Your lapel pin, it's a tracker. Miss Poppy suggested it. I'm glad she did. Are you okay? Everyone's been worried about you.. Well, mostly Mister Jones. Who I probably owe a big apology to, later.

Charles (to George): Oh... Shit. I... I didn't mean to be such a bother. I just needed to shake the cobwebs outta my head. Smitty's got the soot wart, an' one of his group knew me. From two years ago... I promised her and her brother I'd get them outta the gang when when I left. I didn't. Obviously.

George (to Charles): ... Makes sense you needing a good hideout for a bit but taking off when folks have been known to grab you. Not smart. 

Charles (to George): Heh... No. I suppose not. I'll keep that in mind for next time. ...Sorry I missed making supper.

George (to Charles): I'm sure someone else took care of it. I'm just glad you're okay... So, who was this girl to upset you so much?

Charles (to George): Yeah. I ain't hurt... This is bloody embarrassin', innit? You having t'come fetch me cuz I ran off like a scared rabbit. Vee, Viola, I mean. She an' her brother used t'be my mates. They fell in with Smitty after running off. Seems Phil's been shipped off after he got collared, an' from the looks she was givin' me, Vee's 'oping I get gutted an' die good an' slow... I thought they was both dead.

George (to Charles): Heh... I'm sure she doesn't want you to die. Probably just hurt a lot. C'mon, let's get home.

Charles (to George): Yeah... Thank you for coming to find me, Wildcat. I'd have slunk home soon enough. But after that, it's nice to feel wanted.

George (to Charles): Heh. I only came to find you because who would make the scones if you weren't around, Charlie? :-P

Charles (to George): Heh... Does it make me shallow if I don't care WHY you want me, so long as you do?

George (to Charles): Heh. Probably... But, I won't complain. :-P

Charles (to George): I should get back to the Bunker and get started on the scones, if that's the case. ...Do you see my tie?

George (to Charles): Is that it over there?

Charles (to George): Yes! Thank goodness. I lost the top button on my shirt, and I haven't gotten around to replacing it yet. Heh. The tie is the only thing keeping my collar closed at the moment.

George (to Charles): Heh. I don't think you'll start a scandal if your collar is open... But, we could certainly start one if you'd like.

Charles (to George): Oh! Um... Heh. I know I won't cause a scandal it's just that I want to, um, you know. Cover the thing. Th-- the tattoo... That's a bit... Heh heh. Um. That is VERY distracting.

George (to Charles): Good.

When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 90

In the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Winchester (to Luc): Heh. Are you holding back, Mister Vadrouiller? Honestly… How am I suppose to assess your skills if you behave like that?

Luc (to Winchester): Well, I was told that it's not polite to be rude to my elders, sir.

Winchester (to Luc): … I do not find that at all funny.

Luc (to Winchester): Oh? That's a shame. I thought it was quite humorous, Mister Fox… Heh. I'll stop holding back, I promise.

Winchester (to Luc): Good... Now, again.

A short time later:

George: … Holy shit! I should really go tell someone about this. They're going to hurt each other. (to Fiona) Um, excuse me, Miss McGillivray? Mister Fox & Mister Vadrouiller are beating each other up in the sparring room.

Fiona (to George): Oh by Christ's bloody wounds! They wouldn't be the first lads to die because of dick wagging. I'll go break them up.

George (to Fiona): I thought you might want to stop them before Miss Poppy catches them. I have a feeling she's going to be angry about it.

Fiona (to George): That's no doubt what started them off in the first place.

A couple minutes later:

Fiona (to Winchester & Luc): Oi! If you two don't knock it off I'll show you BOTH what a proper beating feels like! Pull out your prigs and we'll get to measuring so we can declare a winner to this display.

Winchester (to Fiona & Luc): Go away, firebug. Young Mister Vadrouiller needs to learn a lesson.

Luc (to Winchester): Heh. And, you're the one that's going to give it to me, old man?

Fiona (to Luc & Winchester): Take another step, Pretty Boy, and I'll remind you what happened last time we were in a fight. Same goes for you, Luc! 

Winchester (to Fiona & Luc): That is a load of… Okay, he might be right. I was just trying to test his fighting skills.

Fiona (to Winchester): Of course you were. For future reference, don't bloody well do it where the children or the Magpie can see you. Come borrow my personal files if you're all that curious. (to Luc) That goes for you too, Fluffy Lad, the second.

Luc (to Fiona & Winchester): … Miss Fiona, I assure you injuring Mister Fox was not my intention. I was behaving. He forced the issue.

Winchester (to Luc & Fiona): … Fine. But, files don't really mean anything. They can be-- OW! Bloody hell. Could you not do that, firebug?

Fiona (to Luc): You've never read MY files, boy. You think I was recruited by the ISS for my bulk? Had you read my notes, you'd have never held back. (to Winchester) You can take worse than that, Fox. I know that for a fact.

Luc (to Fiona & Winchester): I've already read all the files, Miss McGillivray. Why do you think I was holding back?

Winchester (to Luc): … Oh. Now, come on! You are just asking for a fat lip now. 

Luc (to Fiona & Winchester): I wasn't talking about you, Miss Fiona. I'm not stupid enough to get into a fight with you. Mother's files are quite thorough on your intelligence and that you have a tendency to let people think you're nothing but the big, dumb muscle when in actuality it's Miss Yuki that's the brawler… Did I get it wrong? Did I pass the test?

Fiona (to Luc): Heh. If you think you've passed the test, it's always a safe bet you haven't taken it yet. Don't get me wrong; I'd love to know what it is that Maladori thinks she knows about me. Still calling her mother, are you?

Winchester (to Fiona): … Ow… I think my ribs might be bruised. (to Luc) Stand down, Luc. I'm done.

Luc (to Winchester): Good. (to Fiona) No, I was actually referring to my real mother.

Winchester (to Fiona): See? Don't you just want to punch him? You can hardly blame me, firebug.

Fiona (to Luc): ...Heh. No doubt those files are a bit more accurate than I'd like… Best see to your injury, m'lad. (to Winchester) Come along, Fox. Let's see to your ribs.

Luc (to Fiona & Winchester): Yes, of course.

A couple minutes later:

Fiona (to Winchester): No use pretending you don't like the boy.

Winchester (to Fiona): … I have no idea what you mean, firebug. ;-P

Fiona (to Winchester): Oh, come off it, Fox. If he had the right bits, you'd run off with him and leave me with naught but memories.

Winchester (to Fiona): Firebug, you are more man than I can possibly handle. :-P

Fiona (to Winchester): Don't I know it? Come along, my lovely little man, and I'll make sure you're patched up properly. I'll even be gentle.

Winchester (to Fiona): Heh. Not too gentle, I hope.

Fiona (to Winchester): Perish the thought.

Luc: I need a drink, after all that.

Eva: Why the ruddy HELL am I called to this charming hole in the ground, if no one is about?

Luc (to Eva): … Eva? What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?

Eva (to Luc): I WAS to be following up with Mr. Turner, but it appears he's no where to be found. Nor are any of the Potters. This is most inconvenient. We were in the middle of a very important project.

Luc (to Eva): Don't worry. I believe Mister Turner is in the dormitory with my mother tucking in the new students.

Eva (to Luc): Oh. Well. It seems I've been forgotten about. I suppose I'm stuck until they remember. ...Are you alright?

Luc (to Eva): Oh? This? It's nothing. Mister Fox was "teaching me a lesson"… I'm sure Mister Turner will be back soon. You could go up and see him, if you're in such a hurry.

Eva (to Luc): No, no, no, no... I'm not in a hurry. It's just that we were in the middle of a build. I HATE to be interrupted... That hardly seems like nothing, Luc. Let me have a look at it. It's not as though I'm doing anything more interesting.

Luc (to Eva): Fine… I've been injured much worse than this before. Hell, most of the time is was one of Maladori's experiments.

Eva (to Luc): Oh? That may very well be, but that's hardly a good excuse to ignore your current injury, is it? Don't be petulant. Come along.

Luc (to Eva): … You know, I'm not a child. I would really appreciate it if people around here would remember that.

Eva (to Luc): Oh for good heavens! If I were treating you like a child, I would have boxed your ears by now. Why is it you become so uncomfortable when someone acts concerned for your well-being? I won't harm you, you know.

Luc (to Eva): Past experience, mostly.

Eva (to Luc): ... Mmm. While I can certainly understand your hesitance, I can assure you that I'm nothing like your prior experiences. Just as you're nothing like mine. Those who do not learn to move on from the past are doomed to repeat it.

Luc (to Eva): ... Did you read that in a fortune cookie?

Eva (to Luc): Why on earth would that be on a cookie? Stop trying to distract me. Now. Take a deep breath. Ready? One... Two...

Luc (to Eva): Motherfucker!?! I beg your pardon. That was unpleasant.

Eva (to Luc): Better?

Luc (to Eva): Yes, thank you.

Eva (to Luc): You're welcome. I assume you'd like me to leave you to your own devices now.

Luc (to Eva): Actually, I wouldn't mind the company, if you're willing.

Eva (to Luc): ... Oh? Is that a fact? As long as I'm here for a while...

Luc (to Eva): ... Would you be interested in going on an actual date with me, Eva?

Eva (to Luc): Are you asking me out on an "actual" date, Luc?

Luc (to Eva): Only if the answer is yes, otherwise, I was simply asking for future reference.

Eva (to Luc): ... Alright. I've never been on what you might term an "actual" date. I'm curious... And I do enjoy your company.

Luc (to Eva): Excellent... And, as soon as I figure out what an actual date is, we shall have one... Um, just best not to mention it to Zoe for the time being. She seems to think it's a bit weird that you & I have been spending time together.

Eva (to Luc): I would imagine it's because we share genetic, ahhh, origins. At any rate, I hope you don't mind that I'll be a bit distracted until we're finished with our build.

Luc (to Eva): Of course. Perhaps when you're done, we can celebrate?

Eva (to Luc): ...Yes. I believe I would like that very much.

When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 89

In the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Luc (to Vincent): … Um, excuse me, Vinc-- Dad? Can I talk to you for a second?

Vincent (to Luc): Sure, kiddo. What's up?

Luc (to Vincent): Well, this is a wee bit personal… I'm having a bit of a quandary regarding women. Amunet told me to sod off, so I did & now she's yelling at me because I haven't spoken to her since then. I'm very confused. Not to mention, I may have spent time with someone else… What should I do?

Vincent (to Luc): Ah. Heh. I suppose that depends on how Amunet would feel about you seeing someone else, and what it is you want. When Amunet told you to sod off, was she mad at you?

Luc (to Vincent): Amunet doesn't really get mad. She does, however, get very quiet and direct. She expressed her ire over my wanting to come back to this side. She seems to like living with Marlena in West Piedmont & I did not. When she told me to sod off, I was fairly certain she meant it. And we had never defined our relationship by any particular terms…I fucked up, didn't I?

Vincent (to Luc): Probably a bit. We all do in matters of the heart, I'm afraid. Heehee. God knows I did. Obvsies, I don't know for sure, but Amunet might have expected that you'd be missing her enough to give West Piedmont another chance. And I can't help but think, if you really wanted to move forward with her, you wouldn't be fiddlin' about with someone else.

Luc (to Vincent): ... I love Amunet, she is my best friend, but I don't believe I am in love with her. I thought I was but I didn't really have anything to compare it to... Does that make sense? I'm not saying I'm in love with someone else or anything... This is all new to me.

Vincent (to Luc): It's new to all of us until we go through it, hun. C'mere, Luc. Don't pull a face. You look like you could use a hug. If you think you're not in love with her, you're probably not. You'll know when you are. Hee hee. I hate to say this, but our family does not do anything half-assed.

Luc (to Vincent): Heh... Yes, I did notice that about us. Thank you.

Vincent (to Luc): We are many things: smart, talented, DEVASTATINGLY good-looking... But, subtle is not one of them. I know this whole situation is more than a little odd, hun, but your mom, siblings and me will always be there for you. And probably will be a bit more nosy and involved than you like. :-p

Luc (to Vincent): ... You are being rather discreet at the moment. Should I assume you already know who I've spent time with?

Vincent (to Luc): You're bunking with a gaggle of bored spies, hun.

Luc (to Vincent): So, that's a yes?

Vincent (to Luc): That would be a yes. So... how disturbed is Zoe?

Luc (to Vincent): I believe very, however, she was trying to play it off as nothing special... I think she's avoiding me, for the moment, which is why I haven't returned to the Sister. I wanted to give her time to get over it.

Vincent (to Luc): ... That's good thinking. Heh. And you say you're not good with people. She'll sort it in her head soon, I'm sure. Her origins are hard for her still sometimes... Poor kid. I'm sure you know the feeling.

Luc (to Vincent): Well yes, and coming here. It was more for my own benefit... I didn't want her to punch me.

Vincent (to Luc): Mmm. And she would probably totes punch you. Gets that violent streak from your mother, I'm afraid.

Luc (to Vincent): Heh... Are you saying that because she's not here? ;-p

Vincent (to Luc): Oh no. I'd say that in front of her, but only cuz I know for a fact your mother loves me. And I like to live dangerously.

When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 88

In the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Winchester: What the bloody hell is that racket!?!

Fiona (to Winchester): Ha ha ha! There's a face that could curdle the cream. What's got you in such a state, my lovely?

Winchester (to Fiona): … Someone or something has been using, what I can only assume is, heavy machinery above my room… It is quite annoying.

Fiona (to Winchester): Heavy... Heh. You don't mean wee, ickle me trying to get back into boxing shape, do you?

Winchester (to Fiona): Have you been punching a jackhammer, firebug?

Fiona (to Winchester): Why? What's the jackhammer said about me? :-p There might be some construction going on. We're going to be housing wee ones after all.

Winchester (to Fiona): … Oh joy.

Fiona (to Winchester): Heh heh heh. What's the matter, Fox? Not interested in teaching a whole new generation to be reprobates?

Winchester (to Fiona): No, as a matter of fact, it plays absolute havoc with my manicure, firebug. Not to mention, the sheer frustration of molding malleable little minds… What is Miss Poppy playing at?

Fiona (to Winchester): I can't say for sure... But, I think she means what she says: she wants to help kids that would have no chance otherwise.

Winchester (to Fiona): … And, we're here because?

Fiona (to Winchester): Heh. Well I'm here to teach them how to hit a person so that he'll feel it. I'm not sure about you.

Winchester (to Fiona): Oh? … So, I can leave? You made it sound like I had to be here… Something about 'If you don't get your scrawny well-powdered arse to the bunker, I'll be showing you what for.' And, all that shite.

Fiona (to Winchester): Ha ha ha! I didn't say you had a "choice," lovely. I just have no idea what on earth you could teach.

Winchester (to Fiona): Nor do I… I have no desire to teach a new generation. That's like creating your own competition. It's unnatural.

Fiona (to Winchester): Heh. Sooner or later we all have to train our replacements, Fox. Or were you thinking you'd retire to the country someday?

Winchester (to Fiona): Well, yes… I already have a country estate, firebug.

Fiona (to Winchester): Do you? Well. Heh heh... I suppose some of us are doomed to grow old, aren't we?

Winchester (to Fiona): … I am like the Great White Shark, firebug.

Fiona (to Winchester): What's that? Full of teeth and prone to eat tourists if the food supply goes dry?

Winchester (to Fiona): … Well, yes, there is that. You lack poetry in your soul, firebug… I am going to go find a drink.

Fiona (to Winchester): Aye. I've been heard that said about myself. If there's something you want to say to me, heave it out.

Winchester (to Fiona): Fine… I'm knocked up something bad, firebug, and I think it's yours. Heh. I'm just cranky from the lack of sleep.

Fiona (to Winchester): And, what a lovely mother you'll make. Go get your beauty sleep, lovely. I'll may be by to bother you as soon as I get enough training done to be all hot and riled up. Enjoy your drink!

Winchester (to Fiona): ... I'll wait with bated breath.

A short time later:

Charles (to Fiona): Um, Ms Fiona? I'm sorry to interrupt you when you're... Um...

Fiona (to Winchester): This would be training, Mr. Turner.

Charles (to Fiona): ...Yes. If you say so. Um, I noticed some some of Smitty's kids are here...

Fiona (to Winchester): The lad in question didn't come with them.

Charles (to Fiona): Oh. I thought as much... Thank you, Ms Fiona. I'll let you get back to beating that slab of beef. Good evening.

When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 87

At the Rotmensen compound; Den Haag, Netherlands:

  

Egon (to Percy): Mister Meriwether, this is an unexpected surprise... What do you want?

  

Percy (to Egon): I've come to ask if you're hiring, honey. I've recently parted company with my former "employers".

Egon (to Percy): We're not an employment service... We don't "hire" people. But, I may have use for you. Come to this address in 4 days at 9am.

  

Percy (to Egon): Of course, honey. Thank you.

On the streets, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Fiona (to Smitty): Find whatever it is you're looking for, lad, or do you need another set of eyes?

Smitty (to Fiona): Cor blimey! What is you, a giant? What zoo'd you escape from?

Fiona (to Smitty): Heh. If there's a cage that'll hold me, I haven't found it yet. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?

Smitty (to Fiona): ... Got this address from a feller I know. I thought I'd Capt'n Cooke the place. See wotcha might be scammin'. So, what's it t'be, then? Work'ouse? Brothel? Whatcha need kids for? Way I figger, Tombs already 'as plenty a both that don't pretend they's exactly what they is. So what nastiness is this, then?

Fiona (to Smitty): The missus wants to start a school.

Smitty (to Fiona): Wot? In this neighbor'ood? Bullocks!

Fiona (to Smitty): Ha ha ha! Could be bullocks. Could be that me and my fellow giants need British bones to grind our bread. Could be that among all the oddities of this wide, wild world, there are folk who care about kids starving in the streets. Follow me inside if you want to know for sure, lad. But, you'd best be sharp about it. You won't find your way in later.

Smitty (to Fiona): …

A short time later, in the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Poppy (to Fiona & Smitty): Honey, is this the only one?

Fiona (to Poppy & Smitty): Not at all, missus. He's got 'bout eight others hiding out at a "safe distance."

Smitty (to Fiona & Poppy): No there ain't!

Poppy (to Fiona): Heehee. I don't doubt it, honey... (to Smitty) And, Mister McSmitts if you're going to hide shivs on your personage, your pocket is a terrible place. Anyone with half a brain will spot it immediately... Case in point. ;-P

Fiona (to Poppy & Smitty): Ha ha! Not to mention, you can't get a good size blade in a pocket. What damage could you do that wee thing?

Smitty (to Fiona & Poppy): Enough. Whatcha want?

Poppy (to Smitty): Honey, I want to invite you & your friends to come live here. 3 meals, warm place to sleep & we'll teach you some valuable skills to help you in your life... In exchange, you just keep an eye for trouble for us. That's all. No catch. No strings attached. I grew up in the Tombs, I know how rough it is & someone helped me. So, I thought it was about time to help a new generation. Besides, there's trouble brewin'. It's good to have friends.

Smitty (to Poppy): Yeah? Might be... I'll think on it. No offence, m'um. Tombs girl or no, I dunno what kinda "skills" you could teach us.

Fiona (to Smitty): Ha ha ha! Aren't you precious?

Poppy (to Smitty): ... Well, for one, honey, I took all this from your pockets... (to Fiona) And, Fiona, would you oblige with a punch?

Fiona (to Poppy & Smitty): With pleasure, missus.

Smitty (to Fiona & Poppy): ... Wow.

Fiona (to Smitty & Poppy): That's nothing. You should've seen me when I was in my prime pugilist days. More into explosions these days.

Poppy (to Smitty): And, that's just one of the many things we can teach you, honey. We have quite a talented & varied group of teachers... We even have our very own ninja, if you're into that sort of fighting style.

Smitty (to Poppy & Fiona): ... Right. Like I said, I'll think on it.

Poppy (to Smitty): That's all we ask, honey. If you & yours decide that you want to join us. Just leave this handkerchief on the corner of Sunshine & Travers Lane. One of my people will find you & bring you here.

Smitty (to Poppy & Fiona): Cheers.

Fiona (to Smitty): Ha ha ha! You can't get out that way, wee bit. This way. (to Poppy) Be back in a flash, missus.

Poppy (to Fiona): Heehee. I'll fix you up a drink for your return, honey.

A couple minutes later:

Charles (to Poppy): I didn't suppose Smitty would want to stay. Do you think he'll come back, ma'am?

Poppy (to Charles): Possibly, honey. I think he's a wee bit intrigued. I'm betting a couple of good meals will seal the deal... Why don't you get a menu together and take George down to the market? I'm sure she could use some fresh air.

Charles (to Poppy): Yes, ma'am... I hope he does, and not just for his own sake. He's got some real young 'uns they all look after... I should get going. We'll be back soon.

Poppy (to Charles): Thank you, honey.

Several hours later, on the streets; New London, Britannia:

George (to Smitty): You know, it's rude to follow people so closely, kid.

Smitty (to George): Kid? You're one t'ruddy talk.

George (to Smitty): I bloody well know what I'm talking about & I really hope that pointy thing is staying in your pocket.

Smitty (to George): Calm down, mate. I don't mean you no harm. I'm just watchin'.

George (to Smitty): Watchin'? What the hell are you watchin'? I'm just trying to buy a present for a friend.

Smitty (to George): You was out wif Charlie Turner before, yeah? So you're connected with that school Ms Sticky Fingers is tryin' t'run too?

George (to Smitty): Ms Sticky-- you mean, Miss Poppy? Yeah, I live there.

Smitty (to George): Heh. I'm guessing yer another lost one then... I'll speak plain. I got some friends wot might be interested in 'er offer. 'Ow can I be sure the deal's square? Will my kids be 'ouses?

George (to Smitty): Your folks will be safe as houses. Miss Poppy & her family have been very good to me. And, I'm not just sayin' that. She's got a little one of her own. She wouldn't do anything to jeopardize kids.

Smitty (to George): Mmm. Good t'know. To tell you true, I was a bit worried when I started askin' round 'bout Mr. Turner. Quite the book a' tales he's collected, ain't it? Still. He's never steered me or mine astray.

George (to Smitty): Charlie's a bit complicated, but he's a good bloke. None of us want you & yours harmed.

Smitty (to George): Right. Tell yer Ms Poppy t'expect some'a my lot then. Heh. Imagine they're takin' less a chance there than in th' Tombs, eh?

George (to Smitty): I will. Speaking of which, I should get back. So long, kid!

Smitty (to George): Cheers, mate.

George: Heh. That was unexpected.

A short time later, in the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Charles (to George): Oh! Hullo, George. I'm almost finished. Ms Fiona says some of Smitty's crew are still about, so I'm making some food t'find. Heh. I'm sorry to get so caught up...

George (to Charles): It's okay. He caught up with me while I was on my way in.

Charles (to George): Who did? ... Smitty?!? Bloody 'ell! Are you alright, Wildcat?

George (to Charles): Heh. Yeah, I'm fine. It's not like I don't know how to take care of myself. He was just watchin', mostly.

Charles (to George): About me? Oh. I, um... I don't know what to say to that.

George (to Charles): I'm going to head to bed, Charlie... He was uh, concerned about you. He's been talking to folks. Heh. Your reputation was definitely preceding you. :-p Heehee. I thought that might shut you up. Not to mention why Mrs. Potter sent me out with & without you... I got you a present... Here.

Charles (to George): Y-- you did what? Why on earth did you... Thank you! You didn't have to get me anything...

George (to Charles): Heh. I know. But I needed an excuse as to why I was out & about without you. So, lucky you... It's your own set of cooking utensils. Not as romantic as I might have liked but it wouldn't get me beat up wandering through the streets. :-p

Charles (to George): Wow. Thank you, Wildcat. I... It's been a long time since someone's given me somefin-- I mean-- something this nice... They don't bother you none, um, any, do they? The stories, I mean?

George (to Charles): No. They didn't bother me before, they don't bother me now... Heh. Come with me & I'll show you. ;-)

Charles (to George): Heh. Yeah? Well. Good. Coming along with you sounds like a very good idea to me.

George (to Charles): It's the best idea, ever.

Charles (to George): I don't doubt it. After you, gorgeous.