71 Serendipity, Saturday Morning

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Katherine, upon waking up, was instantly confused. She remembered this room, yes, but... This room was in Fandom, and she hadn't been in Fandom for a while, and she certainly did not remember coming here. In fact, she couldn't remember anything at all about yesterday. And why were the only clothes she could see a flight attendant's uniform? No, wait, she'd seen that uniform before – after an earlier blackout!

It was all very disconcerting, and she raised a hand dramatically to her forehead.

And then something changed (rather obviously, so even the dumbest of viewers realized what was happening) and then Vicki was in charge. It didn't help much, though: she was confused too, but at least she remembered the plane crash the night before. -- Oh, the tragedy, that only she and Deb had survived! And where was Deb, anyway? Not here, that was for sure, and Vicki figured they'd somehow gotten separated after the crash, disoriented and lost. But she had, apparently, found someone who'd taken her in, even if she couldn't remember a damn thing.

She put on her uniform and wandered through the house into the kitchen, then started looking into cupboards. She was sure that whoever had let her into their house last night wouldn't mind if she helped herself to some breakfast before going off to try and find Deb.

[ooc: For that guy whose house I'm modding with permission here.]

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Mitchell rolled out of bed in a cloud of cigarette smoke and eau d'booze. (To be fair, that wasn't much different from the way he often did roll out of bed, but now it sort of... wafted towards the camera.) He groaned, and landed upon the floor - in an artful way, of course - and blinked.

There was... noise.

He stood up, and clad in nothing but his trousers, walked into the kitchen and stared in SHOCK! and HORROR! at...

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A young woman in a mildly tattered flight attendant's uniform trying to fry some eggs on a pan. It was shocking if you weren't expecting it!

And Vicki didn't miss his arrival, either. Her eyebrows bounced up as she turned to look at him. "Oh. Hello."

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"Hello," Mitchell - or rather John - said. He considered grasping something to strike her with, if need be, but all he had was a stack of magazines. "Why are you in my kitchen? Did they let you out of the nuthouse?"

He took a drag off the cigarette that had randomly appeared in his hand.

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"I... came here last night," Vicki offered, hesitating. She thought she had, anyway. "You let me in, remember?" Beat. "I don't remember."

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John stared at her through the fuzzy depths of his mind. Last night. Did he remember... last night?

"I was playing... I was playing chess. Last night... No, checkers. Checkers. Beer checkers."

Yes. "I don't remember letting you in."

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"Well I don't remember coming here!" Which she exclaimed with a dramatic flail of her arm, as you do. "And Katherine doesn't, either!"

... God, she was crap at not talking about whose body she was living in.

"I mean, um. I just don't remember anything after the crash and before waking up."

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"Who's Katherine?" John asked, quite rightly. "And what crash?!"

Too many questions!

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"Katherine is no one," Vicki hissed, fervently, "and soon enough everyone will know that!"

See above re:not knowing how to keep her mouth shut.

"And there was a plane crash. On this island. Last night!"

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"No!"

Shock, etcetera. "My mother was on that plane!"

Yes, John. Totally.

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"Oh my God!" Vicki gasped, hand flying up to cover her mouth. Shocked! "She was? Oh my God, I am so sorry."

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"Please tell me there were other survivors," John implored. "Please tell me that's why I let you in last night even though I don't remember it."

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"Just me," Vicki lamented, sadly, "and my dear friend Deb."

Who she'd managed to get separated from, even though she knew the woman was alive as well, and they were the lone survivors of the crash. She didn't get it either.

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"Who is this Deb?" John asked, wracked with woe over his dead mother. "Maybe she sat next to my mother on the plane! I need to know what her last words were."

That made sense.

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But Vicki had sad news on that front as well. "Deb's a flight attendant like me." Or was she? Well, Vicki thought she was. "But she might have heard something! But, I don't know where she is."

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John frowned. Hard. "My siblings in Oireland will never forgive me if I don't find out what this Deb knows," he said, "Are you certain you didn't speak to my mother?"

Nevermind you hadn't told her your name yet, John.

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"No, I swear!" Nevermind that he hadn't told her his name yet. Logic, what logic? "I swear, I can't help you. And even if I had, I probably wouldn't remember. I just know there was a crash."

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"Oh god," John whispered, and yanked open the fridge door in one smooth move so he could get some whiskey with his cigarette.

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Vicki hesitated, not knowing what to do with his grief. The answer was right in front of her, though: on the stove. "Do you want eggs?" Which seemed to have been cooked to perfection even though she hadn't paid any attention to them after he'd shown up.

Pfft, she was a magical flight attendant.

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"Yes please," John sniffled around his whiskey bottle (his cigarette had disappeared again, as this episode's director had most certainly not listened to any Belgian TV professors about never filming anyone smoking because it's a pain in the ass continuity-wise) and made doe-eyes at her eggs.

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Vicki, ever eager to please, got a plate for him (and didn't have to look for it), then gracefully slid the eggs on it before stteing the plate down on the table.

"There you go, sir. Anything else?"

Vicki, you were no longer on a plane.