Movovie Night

[fracturedsoul]

Characters: Everyone
Format: Whichever you prefer
This log is: open
Location: Rakuen Public Library's media viewing room
Summary: Dirk shows off some 21st century cinematic masterpieces.
Warnings: Horrible movies. Swearing from Striders. The usual.

The time has come. Seven o'clock on the dot and Dirk is standing at the front of the viewing room in the city library to one side of the screen which is currently tuned to static, remote control in one of his hands.

There's plenty of room for everyone who shows up. The accommodations are a bit more classroom-like than he'd have liked -- tables and chairs for everyone to sit at -- but scattered about are some snacks and drinks he's scavenged from the Fortitude cafeteria.

Sit down. Watch these films. There are ten of them, and Dirk can go all night.

Comments

[straightupzorra]

I guess we could have the same actors and different movies.

If you know that they're so horrible why are we watching them?

[fracturedsoul]

They had a hand in shaping the world into the way it is today.

Not much of one, mind you, because nobody picked up on the subliminal messages or the heavily-filtered metaphors until it was too late. But still, a hand.

And my Bro made them. That's why we're watching them.

[straightupzorra]

I don't want to live in any world shaped by these movies. [she reaches over to take more popcorn, eyes still never leaving the screen. It's like watching a train wreck through horrible filters]

[fracturedsoul]

Eh.

[ He follows suit. You always eat popcorn with movies. ]

[straightupzorra]

What's with the stairs?

[fracturedsoul]

Jeff warned him about stairs.

[ At about this point, it cuts to a minute-long clip from Night Court with the colors inverted. ]

[straightupzorra]

And the stairs never end because?

[fracturedsoul]

They're an unsurmountable foe. The symbol of a society caught in a downward spiral down the drain of the toilet that was Her Imperious Condescension's reign of terror.

[straightupzorra]

Of course it is. [a pause while she chews on some more popcorn] So your world went to shit, huh?

[fracturedsoul]

Yep. Alien invasion plus an apocalypse. [ At least the popcorn is good. Om nom. ] These movies are from the pre-diluvian era.

[straightupzorra]

Could be worse.

[fracturedsoul]

Not really.

[straightupzorra]

Your planet exists still.

[popcorn]

[fracturedsoul]

Not for long. Plus, humankind went extinct like four hundred years ago.

[ oh no the... popcorn is almost gone. :( ]

[straightupzorra]

[It's because Santana keeps eating it]

It all went extinct except you?

[fracturedsoul]

Me and one other person. It's complicated.

[ RUDE he was eating that... He'll just break out some candy then. All for him. ]

[straightupzorra]

[Candy? What kind?]

Then this movie was made hundreds of years before you were born?

[fracturedsoul]

[ Some orange gummy things. ]

Yep.

[straightupzorra]

[she'll snatch up some and claim Head Prefect privileges if he complains]

They're still crap.

[fracturedsoul]

[ He just side-eyes her warningly. ]

That's devaluing them. Crap? No. These movies are festering horseshit gilted with the droppings of the rare and endangered Siberian tiger.

[straightupzorra]

[she's is now laughing to hard she is choking on her gummy thing]

[wtg]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Aw yeah. He downs a handful of them while she recovers. His. Not yours. ]

[straightupzorra]

[She recovers and takes her own handful]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Ugh he was eating those. He'll just finish them off. ]

[straightupzorra]

[she looks around for more food, this girl can eat]

Any more?