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[ Bass didn't know how it was possible but Mimmi -Mimmi Kopanski, Mimmi from that Goddamn ship that he wanted to forget, that Mimmi- was here. In his world. Walking down the street.

Granted, she looked confused and lost and very unsure as to where she was, but she happened to be in America a few hundred years after she would have died naturally. Even worse than that-

She was right in the middle of a bona fide danger zone. Namely, two steps away from a cluster of structures Wily wanted blasted to the ground after Bass extracted all the necessary information from the databanks within. Great. Great.

First things first; Bass had to escort her from the area or she'd probably get caught up in the confusion and die. He snarled, stormed over to Mimmi and took her arm in hand, hissing darkly in German, ]

Move. Come with me, right now.

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[Bass you are only making her more and more confused and giving her more questions to ask. Stop that.]

All right.

[Reasonable enough, considering the circumstances. She's trying really hard not to be grudgey.]

[ Of course when Bass says "buy" he really means "hack into the hotel logging system and schedule Mimmi a room." So. Stealing it.

Doesn't matter anyway, they're at the hotel and Bass just deposits her there and leaves. Thankfully, it's only about ten minutes until he returns (teleportation is so useful, he missed it so much on the ship) and just to be even weirder, he enters through the window.

Or tries to. They auto-lock and all, and he's outside. He taps on the glass, scowling at Mimmi through it. ]

[Yeah Bass. WAY TO GO. Everything is weird here and she has no idea what she's doing or what to do so she's been curled up on the bed waiting for him to come back since she managed to find her way to her room.

She's glad he didn't take too long. But really, why do you have to return via window? There is a door.

Mimmi gets off the bed and unlocks the window, opening it so Bass can get inside.]

[ Joke's on you, THE DOORS AUTO-LOCK TOO! It's the future. Everything locks automatically.

Bass just walks in, sits down in a corner and glares at her like it's her fault her life is fucked up right now. ]

...this is fucking stupid. How the hell are you here?!

[WHAT IS WITH THIS FUTURE STUFF. She's only from the 1940's okay ;A;]

I do not know. I did not choose to be here. I do not even know where here is.

This is my Earth. You're in America right now.

[ God he could just. Punch a baby. Just right now, he could go into the street and slap an infant, that's how angry he is over this. ]

This isn't going to work. You need to leave. If you stick around here you're just going to get in trouble.

[Oh. Okay. Well that's one question answered.]

I am sorry, but I do not think I can get myself back on my own. So if you have a suggestion I would love to hear it.

[You better not slap a baby, Bass. Then you'll have and angsty Mimmi on your hands.]

I don't. How the hell would I know how to get anywhere? I woke up here a few months ago, like nothing had happened.

[ Bass sulks for a few more seconds before leaping to his feet and stamping a foot. ]

FUCK! What the hell now?!

Stop yelling, Forte. Your attitude will not help anything.

[SIGH. Mimmi rubs her face.]

I am simply glad you are alive.

[ Yeah-

Yeah well-

Well he doesn't care that you're all right! He doesn't! ]

...whatever.

You can't stay with me. I move around too much, I don't stop at nights and I don't keep things to eat.

We will work something out. I will think of something.

[Maybe.]

I could work for food.

[She's hoping this is kind of temporary. And she doesn't even know where or how she'd work.

Wash peoples clothes or something.]

No- that's not what I meant. I'm not gonna just dump you somewhere and let you starve.

[ ...WAIT THAT SOUNDS LIKE HE'S CARING ABOUT HER- ]

I mean that I'll get you money first! Steal it from the old crackpot's bank account or something-!

[Oh Bass, you're adorable when you're not acting like a complete brat.]

Alright, alright. Calm down. I was only making a suggestion.

[ "Calm down" is a pretty tall order for Bass. He paces a bit around the room, thinking. ]

You can't stay in this city. You should probably go back to Germany, overseas. And I'll need to forge all your papers and shit, too.

Oh. All right.

[Jeez it's so useful to have someone who can easily fake all this crap for you.

But hey wait a minute.]

Is it safe to go to Germany?

Why the hell wouldn't it-

[ It takes a second before Bass realizes what she's actually asking- that's right. She's from the time around World War II. ]

Yeah. It's safe. World War II was hundreds of years ago.

Really?

Goodness that is a long time.

[Guess she has nothing to worry about. Unless she can't figure out hwo to work anything.]

Shit. You really won't be able to look after yourself.

[ There's so much about normal, every day things Mimmi won't even understand until he gives her a course in modern technology. Could she even figure out how to work the credit system with no physical money?

Bass stands up and paces along the length of the room, lacing his fingers together behind his neck. ]

Fine. Fuck. Fine, okay. This is what we're going to do. I'm going to take you to Germany and get you set up. I'll stay for...a week. And then you're on your own, got it?

[ Not like he wouldn't be popping in to check on her, but that wasn't because he gave a rat's ass or anything. He just didn't want his efforts to integrate her into modern society to be wasted by her doing something stupid like starving to death because she forgot how to buy groceries the new way. ]

[Such faith you have in her, Bass. If anything, she'd just rob old people for food.

Mimmi gives Bass a look, currently trying to picture herself alone in future Germany. It's a very lonely thought. And kind of terrifying. But dammit she can handle it. She can take care of herself. Somehow.

Even if everything she's ever known is long gone.]

When are we leaving?

Tomorrow morning.

[ Bass heads over to the window and opens it, putting a foot on the sill. ]

I've got shit to do. If you need something, order room service.

All right.

[She watches him go, still wondering why the heck he doesn't just use a door. Windows are not safe to climb through, Bass.]

Be safe.

[And she'll try to figure out this room service thing!]

[ True to his word, Bass returns the following morning in the same jeans/hoodie ensemble as last night. He has a suitcase in hand and once again, he's using the window. ...or he would be using it if it weren't locked. Fucking hotel windows and their security measures bullshit.

KNOCK KNOCK. Hopefully Mimmi isn't sleeping too soundly. ]

[HOLY SHIT SOMEONE'S AT THE WIND--

Oh. It was just Bass. Again. Okay.

Mimmi crawls out of the bed (she hadn't been sleeping much anyway, it was so weird that everything was so still after being on a ship for so long) and pulls the window open again.]

Good morning.

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