Nothing like a day at the movies

[eat_me_beat_me]

Who: Nora and ANYONE
What: Start of the movie theatre lock-in loss.
When: Saturday 3/16
Where: The movie theatre
Rating: Oh let's say R for language

Cramped seats, popcorn dripping with butter, sticky floors and drinks that never seem to last through the whole flick. There really is nothing like going to the movies.

Word had spread through the week since Nora had issued her blanket invitation to the castle and the day had finally come for a movie marathon at the theatre. The popcorn was hot and the projector was ready. All that remained was for everyone to show up and pick a movie

((OOC: Before the movies, during the movies, Midnight. Feel free to put up your own sections. Threadjacking encouraged!!))

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During the movies

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Hey, you were supposed to turn all electronic devices off for the duration! Don't be that guy. No one likes that guy.]

Re: During the movies

[inharperwetrust]

Guess who's being That Guy? This guy. Harper has a flexi out and is working on... something. The thin sheet of plastic emits a low light, but, thankfully, is completely silent.

He's seen this movie several times anyway.

[eat_me_beat_me]

What? Seriously? Ugh!

Nora rolls her eyes and starts throwing things at the back of Harper's head. Popcorn. Snowcaps. Swedish Fish. Anything, really.

[inharperwetrust]

And he's just going to slowly sliiiiide down his seat so the stuff flies straight over him and adjust the brightness down on his flexi. Whoops.

[hard_talker]

[when he sees this, Mark grabs a handful of Whoppers and adjusts his trajectory so that they go straight down onto the dude's head - and maybe bounce off that gizmo, too.]

Re: During the movies

[staggeringego]

It's no worries at all, James doesn't actually own any electronic devices that he needs to turn off. However, some of the muggle gadgetry that he's seeing on the screen now is absolutely baffling to him. Talking a little louder than he needs to he looks around at the rest of the movie goers hoping to catch someone's eye while loudly asking, "What exactly is that thing?"

[findatree]

"Which thing?" It's not that Ted doesn't know how to behave in a movie theater. He's just a naturally curious boy, and prone to interrupt stories.

[staggeringego]

James jabs his finger up there, at a loss for words about how to describe the device he's seeing. "The one up there. The one the man's holding to his face like that."

[findatree]

Ted followed the other boy's finger trying to figure out what he meant. "You mean the phone?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

[staggeringego]

James looks vaguely alarmed by that analysis and leans forward in his seat. "Is that a phone? ... Oh that doesn't look like what I thought it would at all."

[findatree]

Most people would probably find it strange that someone didn't recognize a phone. Ted, on the other hand, didn't recognize animals or plants. He understood that some worlds didn't have certain things.

"I never thought that plants would be in so many different shapes and sizes," he confided. "So we both learned something new."

[staggeringego]

It is true, at least James can generally see a tree and know exactly what it ps. Then again, it isn't so much that his world doesn't have phones as it is that he generally isn't around them all that much. Or ever.

He does look amused by that. "Really? Are they all the same shape in your world?"

[both_neither]

Somewhere in the back Gren is kicking back and enjoying the show. The cooler he'd brought along is open on the floor at his feet, revealing a decent stock of beer bottles bathed in ice.

There's some sloshing followed by a loud POP as he opens another.

"Uh. Whoops. Sorry," he said with a hushed wince to the audience in general, then glanced aside at Vicious.

"Want another one?"

It looks like a personal party, but he seems in a giving enough mood. Maybe he'll share if you ask nicely.

[nothingtobelieve]

He had thought he'd regret letting himself be dragged along to this. As it was, he was mostly indifferent. He didn't care about the movie at all, but it was dark, and people were mostly being quiet.

And Gren had come prepared. Which was really the biggest factor in his decision to tag along.

"Yes," he replied, holding out a hand expectantly. If he sobered up, he was going to be a lot less willing to stay for the rest of the show.

[both_neither]

Gren handed passed a bottle over without any hesitation, given it did the double duty of keeping Vicious pacified and increasing his chances later in the evening, if past experience was anything to go by.

"Pace yourself," he said with a vaguely teasing tone, partly because he knew the man generally didn't take advice unless it was asked for.

[nothingtobelieve]

That just earns Gren a look as he pops open the bottle. "Or else?"

He's not going to pretend he doesn't know there's a reason why Gren might not want him too drunk. But he's not going to mention it, either. He's just going to sit there with his beer and pretend to actually be paying any attention at all to the movie.

[both_neither]

Gren ignores the look like he does most of Vicious' attempts to be far more serious than was necessary. Not that he thought he could make the man have anything passing for a normal sense of humor - there were only a few situations that Vicious actually smiled and none of them were fit for the public. Which was fine with him, really. It made it feel like a privilege.

"I was going to say it was just to make sure the beer lasts the rest of the night, though we can add that one on too if you want."

[nothingtobelieve]

Had he ever been the type to roll his eyes, Vicious would have. Instead, he just settled a little more sullenly into his seat. If it came down to it, he knew he could always attempt to wrest control of the cooler from Gren, but he doubted it would be necessary. The other man wasn't exactly in the habit of denying him things he wanted.

[both_neither]

He hid a chuckle by taking another drink of his beer and settling back in his set. This whole situation bordered on the dangerously normal that it was almost surreal, but it was nice to indulge in for a little while. Life in Paradisa was too prone to shifting. His relationship with Vicious less so, or maybe just on a more subtle level, given that the other man was terribly set in his ways. Nudging Vicious out of that on occasion was turning into a regular side project.

Gren shifted and propped a foot up on the back of the seat in from of him, leaning just slightly sideways so that he leaned shoulder to shoulder with his comrade. Which was about as far as his daring stretched at the moment.

[onlyanapple]

This would be a demon edging a little closer. Hey buddy heeeeeeeeeeeeeey.

"I'll have one."

[both_neither]

He gives Crowley a look, because he didn't actually bring this booze for you, but he's doing a bad job of hiding a smirk.

"Sorry, I don't drink with strangers."

[onlyanapple]

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I make it seem like I was asking? How rude of me," he'll just reach in and take a bottle. "I must stop doing that."

[both_neither]

"Hey."

It's a note of warning. Sharp and suddenly clear of his easy manner for a second ago. He has a gun on his person, and he'd really rather not pull it on a guy in a crowd full of minors, but man...don't fuck with a man's booze.

"I just wanted to get your name first. Or is that too much to ask?"

[onlyanapple]

Oh, guns. Such boring little human things. Crowley doesn't seem to heed the warning, after all, he was well used to doing what he wanted.

He pops open the lid and takes a sip, before eyeing Gren.

"Name's Crowley. Thanks for the beer."

[both_neither]

He eyes Crowley back for second, before he decides to let it go. For now.

"You're welcome."