The Universe's Mixer

Lestat was bored.

Boredom was dangerous, with Lestat around.

He'd taken to filling Aeon Flux's apartment with straws more often, making her more harried and unnerved. He'd taken to following Dr. Henry Jones Jr., whistling his theme song. He'd taken to lounging in bars with a glass of red wine, writing in a leatherbound journal.

He couldn't find Mona. She must be gone. Dr. Wilson was too busy most of the time to be much of a help in alleviating his boredom. He kept, as always, a close eye on Hannibal and River. And he knew this place was down to only one crazed hormonal female that might try to ram a piece of wood through his heart.

That was just fine.

The pen scratched across the fine paper, and the vampire smiled darkly behind his purple glasses, even though the bar was dark enough already. A stray though assaulted him from across the room, and he fought back a laugh.

This would be fun.

Zoe sat at the counter, waiting for her breakfast. She'd visited this diner enough times that she didn't even need to ask for anything. The coffee was served quickly, and the waitress gave a quick barking order that Zoe suspected meant two scrambled eggs, two sausage links, and three slices of toast. It was a large meal perhaps, but then the Amazon didn't usually settle again for meal until later in the evening. What did she do all day? She walked the Wall. She kept looking for a crack or a way out. Something. She kept looking for a way home.

She had the map, and while the parts moved around, she was slowly identifying what parts of the Wall she'd seen. Or she hoped she was. The damn City kept moving, so it made for a tricky situation. For three days straight, she'd looked at the same piece of Wall without realizing it until it was time to head back to the ship. She'd decided to live in Serenity for now. Maybe it was for Kaylee, even though she didn't see the young mechanic often, or maybe it was to keep some sense of herself, some sense of...sense. It was the only real place she knew and understood, so she used it as an anchor.

The warrior woman thanked the waitress and started spreading butter over a piece of toast, which would soon be followed by what the waitress claimed was homemade jelly. Boysenberry today. The other day had been snozzberry. She still hadn't figured out what a snozzberry was. To sit quietly and eat breakfast, that seemed like the ideal situation before heading back out to find a chink in the City's armor.