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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[shenunigans]

Luckily, Dave can see that hair from miles away. It doesn't take long for him to catch sight of it and meander toward it. He doesn't address himself before he sits next to him, but he turns to look at him and pretends to be super fucking surprised by the fact that he's there.

"Oh shit, man. If I'd known this was a ghost theatre I would've brought a god damn torch." He gives him a flat look, raising an eyebrow up at him.

[brohoof]

Goddamn him and his easily identified hair. If he wasn't so attached to it, he would probably consider changing it. Alas, he's just going to have to deal with being easily spotted in a crowd. Color him unamused when Dave sits down next to him and as he looks at him, Dave makes that comment.

Also it's funny, considering Danny Phantom is somewhere in the theater, but that's neither here nor there.

"And then you would've set off a fire sprinkler and then no one would have been happy." He raises an eyebrow right back. "Nice to see you again, too. I knew you missed me. You don't have to hide it behind sarcasm."

[shenunigans]

Anime hair is the Strider Way, unfortunately. But most anime characters are ninjas, right? If Naruto can get away with dumb blond hair, Dave thinks Dirk can. Luckily, a lot more people are prone to having the basic blonde cut that Dave sports. However, much less people tend to wear capes.

"I meant a regular torch, not the fire one. We're hunting ghost, not giants." He rolls his eyes behind his shades and folds his arms over his chest. "Not so much as a 'Sup Dave' for a month? Get over yourself, dude. The only thing I miss is my cheerio stash that I left in my room. All for you, man. All. For. You."

[brohoof]

"I was dealing with some shit," he says dismissively. "It seems like you got on fine without me, at any rate. I think you've eaten more than enough cheerios though, because you fucking smell like one."

[shenunigans]

"How much shit can you deal with in your room?" Dave is squinting so hard behind his shades. It feels incredibly fucking weird to be calling a mini version of Bro out on his dumb shit. Dave feels both super cool and super terrified the puppets are going to drop any second now.

"Sounds more like you were avoiding some shit." Dave says with all the forced cool in the world, shrugging dramatically and lifting the collar of his shirt up to sniff it curiously. "Guess I should wish up a washing machine. Later." Instead? He's going to wish up a box of apple cinnamon flavoured cheerios, plunging his hand into the box.

[brohoof]

He fucking wishes that he had a pile of smuppets to dump on Dave right now. Those are back in his room, unfortunately. Because amongst all the robot parts, he's also been sewing to pass the time. Lots and lots of puppets. Oh yeah. Fuck, he loves puppets. "A lot of shit," he says dismissively."

Really, really wishing he could dump puppets on him.

Dirk isn't even going to deign a response to that one. "You know there's a fuckin' concession stand here, you could go get something from it instead of being a lazy shit and just wishing stuff up. You're gonna get fat. I think I need to start assigning you an exercise regime."

[shenunigans]

Dave is being emotionally supportive in Dirk's darkest hour, he would very much appreciate not being drowned in puppet tush for his trouble. He also doesn't appreciate the dismissive nature of the answer because he plays that card all the time and he knows damn well something is up.

"What kind of shit?" He raises an eyebrow over his shades. "If your Bro can't help you, nobody can."

Because Dave is a pillar of good advice. Look at him bury his hand into this cereal and eat it just like that. "You telling me they sell apple cinnamon cheerios? Because if they don't I want nothing to do with them." Yeah, he's going to raise those eyebrows again. "Says the one who hasn't left his room in a month. I got my own shit going on, man."


He pauses for a long moment before adding: "Cereal isn't even that unheatlthy."

[brohoof]

It's pretty fucking hypocritical of Dave to not appreciate something he himself does all the time. Being evasive is just a Strider thing, Dave shouldn't be too put off by it.

"I really don't need to discuss it, because it's pretty much over by now." Mostly. Ish. He thinks, anyway. Jake is gone and there's no sense in stewing in it, so talking about it is mostly pointless, in the end. "It's not as if shit involving my friends is even really that important to you. It doesn't matter to you."

He rolls his eyes at that one. "You're going to turn into a fuckin' apple cinnamon cheerio, I swear to god. And it's unhealthy when you eat enough of 'em to smell like one."