paradisalogs | It's astounding... Time is fleeting;

Who: Natasha Romanoff and You!!
What: Nat has wished up a copy of The Rocky Horror Picture Show and rigged it with JARVIS to display on the side of Stark Tower for a drive in/walk up movie.
When: Evening of Friday the 21.
Where: Stark Tower and surrounding lawns/drive.
Rating: Rated R For strong sexual content including dialogue, violence and language
by the Motion Picture Association of America

She wasn't social, hell she was barely avoiding being a shut in lately. It seemed like everyone she knew was leaving her or, or being pulled away. Needing people was new to her and she was not at all sure she liked it. Ok point of fact she was pretty sure she didn't like it at all. But she'd grown accustomed to having people around and learning to let herself depend on them; even Stark.

She'd grown and learned from those friends, and specifically from Stark she learned that if you can't make friends, you can buy them. Or at least buy their momentary companionship through eccentric and grand gestures

Natasha had decided to do just that. No advertising but open to all she set up the loop for the movie. Popcorn and drinks as well as the customary props for the movie were all there for the taking. The sound system was crisp and loud, Stark would have no less. So there is was, her way of letting people cut lose just a little bit and have some silly fun in a city which habitually made them crazy.

Nat looked over the blankets, lawn chairs and inflatable furniture that as of yet sat empty. Hopefully someone would show up, if not he had the best front row seat in history all to herself. "Well... let's do the time warp, again."

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Duke had only heard 'movies' mentioned through the journal - he vaguely remembered a time where people mentioned being locked in a 'theater' for some time, but he never bothered to ask what it was about.

Natasha might notice a very confused looking man off to one side - he can hear multiple people talking, but he can't find them with his magic, and he is pretty sure his journal is shut.

Someone hasn't been introduced to these sorts of things.

"Hello?" Natasha swiftly moved over to the confused looking man, it became clear when she neared him just why that confusion was there.

"Would you like a seat for the movie? It's really nothing that makes a lot of sense in the best circumstance so this should be about perfect."

"That's what all... this is?" His hand motion starts near his ear, before moving out to indicate the area. No, he can't see what's going on, but he can make that less obvious through little things. He'll continue looking confused, then sort of give a shrug.

"... where?" He can sit and be confused about this. Not like he had anything he planned on doing.

"Yeah, it's an abstract idea so I thought an an abstract movie might work." She extended her elbow just enough to touch his arm. "I can guide you to a seat if you like. The movie isn't going to make much sense seeing it or not."

Here is a thin smile. "You have noticed far quicker than most." He is still for a moment longer, and then with a wry tilt to his smile, his hand finds her arm in a way that might be familiar in a way a lady would be lead by a lord.

"Assume that a 'movie' involves some sort of image as well as all the sound?"

“It was part of my job back where I’m from, details meant the difference between success and failure.” Which often was also the difference between life and death. She let his hand rest gently against her and she guided him with only the most subtle of pressure for direction. He didn’t need much in the way of it but the layout was unfamiliar and it was just polite to be a good hostess. “I’m Natasha Romanoff, this movie is called The Rocky Horror Picture Show it’s…. well it’s sort of an eclectic science fiction farce musical. Or something. It’s a cult classic. The visuals are every bit as strange and the vocals.”

"... Understandable." She's right about him not needing terribly much help - he's mostly worried about anything odd being on the floor than the chairs themselves. "Duke Pantarei." And the way he says it gives no indication whether he means that he is a duke, or that is his name. But his eyebrows go together as he tries to pick out exactly what that means. "Science fiction - the use of science to create what is impossible in reality, eclectic meaning that this... show uses a variety of sources?" Does he sound lost? He probably sounds lost.

"I am one from a world without such things, thus..." Yes, he is lost.

"You're on to something, it's more of a farce to push the envelope of what people think is normal, comfortable, acceptable and funny. It's surprisingly entertaining." She'd been shocked the first time she watched and thoroughly enjoyed it. Now it was something of a guilty pleasure for her.

Natasha continued to direct him to a comfortable chair and paused with a gentle turn of her body indicating he would find a seat there.

"I suppose it will have to remain a hope that it is still somewhat without visuals." Or he'll just be particularly confused anyway, because his understanding of humor is considered to be lacking.

Duke steps back and finds the chair, and takes the seat. Its with the ease of practice that he doesn't sit on his hair.

"It doesn't make much more sense with them than it does without. Can I get you something to drink or popcorn?" He had no trouble taking care of himself obviously, but she was playing hostess after all and it was her job.

".... I'm not terribly familiar with popcorn, although I can get a vague idea of it." He pauses, and adds a little awkwardly. "And I would assume that tea isn't something that generally goes with movies."

"Not the hot sort anyway, I have punch, something stronger, water... Not hard to wish up a cup of tea if you'd rather though." If he liked tea she wasn't one to argue, comforts were that for a reason.

"... Cold sort then?" He noticed the specification.

Although he might get distracted in a moment by the words.

"Iced tea is something I've grown used to, living in the United States." She'd been raised on hot tea but there was something specifically satisfying on a warm night about a cold glass of lightly sweet tea.

She went to fix a glass and bring it back for him, one hand taking his to gently raise it enough to take the glass in a level grasp.

It's astounding... Time is fleeting;

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