[ well, on this fine tuesday... you both find yourselves drawn to the cosmic multiplex? have you guys even checked this place out yet?
Sick of using just your imagination to replay your favorite films and television shows from back home? Have no fear, the multiplex is here! Featuring an almost unending digital library of films - both old and new - the multiplex is huge and comfortable, with multiple theaters decked out in plush, reclining seats so that you can watch alone or in groups without having to worry about showing times or waiting for one film to finish before you get to watch what you want to!
The concession stand is full of every kind of snack imaginable, although doesn't seem to be manned. Just order what you want, and it will appear in a timely fashion at the other end of the counter, prepared to perfection.
you stand in the lobby where the concession area is blessedly empty of either customer or employee, although the popcorn is still popping and the drinks are still fizzing. some hot dogs are rolling on those roller grills. there's nacho cheese, primed and ready. some top 40s pop music is playing, but neither of you have any idea what that is, because you are both white haired fantasy boys that don't have modern music.
a crying shame.
as you're standing there, wondering what to do with your transformation week lives this aforementioned fine tuesday... two tickets pop out of the ticket box with your callsigns on them.
[ well, nothing says a normal day for temenos like being drawn into going somewhere by a mysterious force of gods only know what. there just needs to be a blue ghost standing here to really make it appropriate.
alas! there is not. what there is is nodd. temenos glances over, raises his eyebrows, and then looks at the ticket box. ]
...Hmm. How inviting. [ as he plucks his own up? inquisitor here u are ] It appears as if our random number may be up, Nodd.
[ afraid of nothing. fuck it we ball the hound is on the case ]
[ nodd has no fucking clue what anything here is unless there are corndogs because corndogs are canon to janth. otherwise, this is all foreign. what are those rolling meat tubes without corn batter around them, etc.??? mysteries. ]
I was starting to feel unwanted.
[ takes his. monk.
btw hair still long. stupid long. maybe even longer than before. rapunzel week continues. ]
[ there are corndogs, sure. this infinite movie theater has it all! there's probably even a bar menu that delivers from titan's call if you guys wanted to grab something to drink while you looked around. i don't know your lives. (you read the apps) i don't know your lives.
all quiet on the western front, at first. there are quite a few showing rooms available; left, right, and a path that forks around the concession stand and heads back into one path again behind it. your tickets read that they're for 5C but do not say what movie you're going to see. the signage above the halls read that the left path is hall A, the right path is hall B, and the path behind concessions is... aptly, hall C.
the pop music shifts a little into C minor, but is still a poppy diddy. do either of you even know your music? whatever, it's fine.
there's some chatter starting to filter in, somewhat muffled, like fruit from another room. but there's no figures to go with it - just the two of you. ]
[ i mean a little bit but not enough to know it's a c minor chord. temenos does not want to do that, but instead goes to follow the sounds of the chatter. he will take a quick peer around the concessions stand to see if there's anything of interest, though, putting on his investigator hat (metaphorical).
where are the voices coming from? is it just general? or is it concentrated? ]
[ any indication of what movie corresponds with what hall on the signage? nodd peers at it all, then back at his ticket. his two brain cells he doesn't know exist are rapidly tangoing to put it together. ]
I think we're supposed to go to C, if we're following the tickets. May as well. I wouldn't want whoever set up the trap to think we didn't care.
[ the way i had to remind myself that nodd is no longer cursed to lie. what a good boy, thanks for caring about our elaborate mouse trap: theater edition game.
the chattering is... mostly around the concession stand! there's some passing voices that head down other halls, but plenty of people that would like to have their snacks. only some of the conversations can be made out, like a couple bickering about snack choices. "you already eat too much sugar as it is, it's a miracle you don't have diabetes." "at least i have taste, instead of losing it to years of burnt sesame oil coffee."
some people are talking about movie choices, like the latest installaton of fast & the furious. apparently vin diesel's clone races on saturn's rings in fast & the furious 5000! (neither of you knows what this means, but it sounds both daunting and impressive.)
popcorn continues popping, but with more intensity to meet apparent demand. except none of the bags or buckets of popcorn being filled are... being taken??? the mechanical arm that's filling them and setting them out begins to build a precarious pyramid out of them. ]
[ good i'm glad fei du and luo wenzhou are enjoying their movie date. they deserve this.
anyway. temenos does not in fact know what's going on when it comes to any of this, but he's still listening. he watches the popcorn thing for a moment, listens to the pattern of the voices - whether they're getting louder or quieter - and then nods to the statement. ]
C, you said? We may as well. [ he will listen to the narrative voice that says go to hall c, though he does peer to the back halls briefly. ]
[ since it's piling, nodd swings by concessions to grab a bag of pop-ed corn. large bucket for sharing with temenos before they die or whatever. he speed walks back to mr. inquisitor and proceeds down hall c. ]
Bald Ichiban and the man on that poster--you see it, right?
you know, yeah, nodd kind of has a point? vin stares out at them from the poster, a ringed planet standing out in the backdrop... and you could replace him with ichiban's mulish, bald head instead.
but in the meantime, the pyramid of popcorn falls over after the two of you are far enough away. so it's probably not your faults that this is happening? but someone that sounds like a manager yells: ] Fucking Mike!
[ there's still no one else present, but the voice is very clear. poor mike.
in hall A and B, a tumbleweed could roll through with how quiet they are. the C minor pop song is still playing, though you can't make out the words, and the posters lining the walls become increasingly... strange? they start looking like passengers from the eudora, as if spurred on by mentioning one of them, as well as people you might recognize from home. rosamund is starring in a very unhinged looking b*rbie movie with dancing rats. lucien is dressed up with green hair again on another.
the door to showroom 1C suddenly opens, and the trash begins to fill with half eaten buckets of popcorn and abandoned nachos, emptied cups of soda, but no people are present to go with them. okay! ]
anyway, as they make their way down, temenos pauses to look at the movie posters. are the people on the posters only living people from the eudora, or is it a mix? if there's a poster that has a single person from solistia on it (that is not throné because she is excused) he lets out a single, derisive scoff. Not This Again.
anyway. the trash? gross. there's a pause, and he watches it. ] ...Trash and rats.
[ he takes a moment to admire the posters, tempted to steal the rosamund and lucien ones, but not sure how he'd get away with it on such short notice.
nodd stops for a longer beat in front of a poster with an enormous steam engine speeding across it. the floating heads of main characters in the film look familiar.
moving along. no, stopping again. what the hells? ]
[ just for the derisive snort, there's also a poster of temenos and a blond knight with an undercut on something that looks reminiscent of the princess bride. next to it is a poster of nodd as the central character, with dion and sidon on either side facing off against each other - this movie is called dusklight. wild.
in 2C, you can both hear excited screams as a jumpscare happens. if you peek in through the window, there's a spray of popcorn as if it got tossed during the scare. there are still no visible people, though, and the door further down to 5C now opens leisurely. you still have a bit to go, but the hall abruptly feels both longer and shorter at the same time, like a sense of vertigo.
oh, nodd. there are so many things worse than ghosts in space.
but, no, it's not just the living. or just passengers! you see eunhyuk as the good doctor, and adrastea as salt. ]
[ i'm sorry there's so many nice things that you've given us to look at but he is stopping at this poster and staring at it. like if looks could kill he would've burned a hole in it with his eyeballs. ]
[ okay, so he gets to take this poster, right? then burn it? nodd is frowning at the poster and its callout when Temenos makes the mistake of takin, at which point, he sees the other cruelly on-point art piece. ]
Who's that?
[ because they can't solely taunt each other, nodd takes a second to gaze down the hall which looks funny. was 5c always so far? or close? or anything in this hall? the screaming makes his ears twitch. ]
anyways, you may attempt to steal any of the posters in the hall if you'd like. i won't stop you.
3C has a different kind of scream, abruptly, and it's a chorus of oh come on! as the projector rips, and the movie is cut off very suddenly in the middle of showing. from a walkie talkie (neither of you know what that is) (but you've heard the eudora use the intercoms, and adrastea on sundays), comes the bellow of: ] Fucking Mike!!!
[ yoink. he's tearing that poster right off the wall. ] Should I expect one of these recordings to be scandalous in regards to yours?
[ lewd. anyway. joking aside, he will actually go to investigate now. the longer hallway is an odd, uncomfortable feeling. staff likely in hand, he steps forward and further down, peering through 2C and 3C briefly but otherwise heading towards 4 and 5. ]
If I was recorded on Janth, I didn't know about it--and you'll recall that was before I met anyone here.
[ we're just tearing things off the wall, okay. noddy see, noddy do. now dusklight is his because nobody else can see this. tucks it in ginormo braid. ]
Mike is having a rough day.
[ tossing back more popcorn. cough cough, wrong tube. it's fine. continues along close to temenos. they shouldn't be able to be separated in such a sparsely populated hall, but a lot of weird shit is-a going on. ]
4C is blissfully empty except for a cleaning cart, so you don't have to worry much there. 5C has a simultaneous moment of coming up both abruptly and feeling like it takes an eternity to get to, like the two of you are experiencing the hallways of the overlook hotel or something. but it's here. it's open.
the previews are rolling at the moment, showcasing the movies that you saw posters for. shoma is some boy genius with a giant forehead? a bull the color of io's helmet is laying around in a field of flowers, passive and content?
[ temenos seems perfectly pleased with this outcome.
he will peek in at 4C. take a really quick look at that cleaning cart, in case it's important? but otherwise, he's heading back to the 5C theater to look around. is it pitch ass dark in here? he still has his little flashlight from cyoa, so he'll dig around in his pockets and click it on, sweeping it across the floor of the aisles.
the io bull gets a slight smile but otherwise. time to investigate. ]
[ in order to continue to remain on temenos' good side, nodd also glances at the cart, but he gives it as thorough a once-over as he did the contents of people's pockets at trials. that is to say, he's definitely the watson here.
horny, punchy watson. ]
Why does Io get a cute one?
[ uses the beacon of the flashlight to check if the tickets have anything like a seat number on them? ]
the lights in 5C are dimmed already, so it's like. dark, but they can still mostly see fine as long as they watch where they're going. the little flashlight will help them find their seats, literally and... literally? on the ticket, for the latter. they are the best seats in the house, the middle of the showing room in both row and centerpoint to the screen.
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you stand in the lobby where the concession area is blessedly empty of either customer or employee, although the popcorn is still popping and the drinks are still fizzing. some hot dogs are rolling on those roller grills. there's nacho cheese, primed and ready. some top 40s pop music is playing, but neither of you have any idea what that is, because you are both white haired fantasy boys that don't have modern music.
a crying shame.
as you're standing there, wondering what to do with your transformation week lives this aforementioned fine tuesday... two tickets pop out of the ticket box with your callsigns on them.
take? ]
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alas! there is not. what there is is nodd. temenos glances over, raises his eyebrows, and then looks at the ticket box. ]
...Hmm. How inviting. [ as he plucks his own up? inquisitor here u are ] It appears as if our random number may be up, Nodd.
[ afraid of nothing. fuck it we ball the hound is on the case ]
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I was starting to feel unwanted.
[ takes his. monk.
btw hair still long. stupid long. maybe even longer than before. rapunzel week continues. ]
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all quiet on the western front, at first. there are quite a few showing rooms available; left, right, and a path that forks around the concession stand and heads back into one path again behind it. your tickets read that they're for 5C but do not say what movie you're going to see. the signage above the halls read that the left path is hall A, the right path is hall B, and the path behind concessions is... aptly, hall C.
the pop music shifts a little into C minor, but is still a poppy diddy. do either of you even know your music? whatever, it's fine.
there's some chatter starting to filter in, somewhat muffled, like fruit from another room. but there's no figures to go with it - just the two of you. ]
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where are the voices coming from? is it just general? or is it concentrated? ]
Perhaps we'll see Throné's wizard friend.
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I think we're supposed to go to C, if we're following the tickets. May as well. I wouldn't want whoever set up the trap to think we didn't care.
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the chattering is... mostly around the concession stand! there's some passing voices that head down other halls, but plenty of people that would like to have their snacks. only some of the conversations can be made out, like a couple bickering about snack choices. "you already eat too much sugar as it is, it's a miracle you don't have diabetes." "at least i have taste, instead of losing it to years of burnt sesame oil coffee."
some people are talking about movie choices, like the latest installaton of fast & the furious. apparently vin diesel's clone races on saturn's rings in fast & the furious 5000! (neither of you knows what this means, but it sounds both daunting and impressive.)
popcorn continues popping, but with more intensity to meet apparent demand. except none of the bags or buckets of popcorn being filled are... being taken??? the mechanical arm that's filling them and setting them out begins to build a precarious pyramid out of them. ]
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anyway. temenos does not in fact know what's going on when it comes to any of this, but he's still listening. he watches the popcorn thing for a moment, listens to the pattern of the voices - whether they're getting louder or quieter - and then nods to the statement. ]
C, you said? We may as well. [ he will listen to the narrative voice that says go to hall c, though he does peer to the back halls briefly. ]
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Bald Ichiban and the man on that poster--you see it, right?
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you know, yeah, nodd kind of has a point? vin stares out at them from the poster, a ringed planet standing out in the backdrop... and you could replace him with ichiban's mulish, bald head instead.
but in the meantime, the pyramid of popcorn falls over after the two of you are far enough away. so it's probably not your faults that this is happening? but someone that sounds like a manager yells: ] Fucking Mike!
[ there's still no one else present, but the voice is very clear. poor mike.
in hall A and B, a tumbleweed could roll through with how quiet they are. the C minor pop song is still playing, though you can't make out the words, and the posters lining the walls become increasingly... strange? they start looking like passengers from the eudora, as if spurred on by mentioning one of them, as well as people you might recognize from home. rosamund is starring in a very unhinged looking b*rbie movie with dancing rats. lucien is dressed up with green hair again on another.
the door to showroom 1C suddenly opens, and the trash begins to fill with half eaten buckets of popcorn and abandoned nachos, emptied cups of soda, but no people are present to go with them. okay! ]
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[ fuckin mike!!!! not jeff, at least.
anyway, as they make their way down, temenos pauses to look at the movie posters. are the people on the posters only living people from the eudora, or is it a mix? if there's a poster that has a single person from solistia on it (that is not throné because she is excused) he lets out a single, derisive scoff. Not This Again.
anyway. the trash? gross. there's a pause, and he watches it. ] ...Trash and rats.
[ hmmm......... ]
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nodd stops for a longer beat in front of a poster with an enormous steam engine speeding across it. the floating heads of main characters in the film look familiar.
moving along. no, stopping again. what the hells? ]
Ghosts...? Are there ghosts in space?
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in 2C, you can both hear excited screams as a jumpscare happens. if you peek in through the window, there's a spray of popcorn as if it got tossed during the scare. there are still no visible people, though, and the door further down to 5C now opens leisurely. you still have a bit to go, but the hall abruptly feels both longer and shorter at the same time, like a sense of vertigo.
oh, nodd. there are so many things worse than ghosts in space.
but, no, it's not just the living. or just passengers! you see eunhyuk as the good doctor, and adrastea as salt. ]
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Really?
[ and then looks over
at nodd's.... ]
....Really?
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Who's that?
[ because they can't solely taunt each other, nodd takes a second to gaze down the hall which looks funny. was 5c always so far? or close? or anything in this hall? the screaming makes his ears twitch. ]
Maybe we should hurry up.
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anyways, you may attempt to steal any of the posters in the hall if you'd like. i won't stop you.
3C has a different kind of scream, abruptly, and it's a chorus of oh come on! as the projector rips, and the movie is cut off very suddenly in the middle of showing. from a walkie talkie (neither of you know what that is) (but you've heard the eudora use the intercoms, and adrastea on sundays), comes the bellow of: ] Fucking Mike!!!
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[ yoink. he's tearing that poster right off the wall. ] Should I expect one of these recordings to be scandalous in regards to yours?
[ lewd. anyway. joking aside, he will actually go to investigate now. the longer hallway is an odd, uncomfortable feeling. staff likely in hand, he steps forward and further down, peering through 2C and 3C briefly but otherwise heading towards 4 and 5. ]
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[ we're just tearing things off the wall, okay. noddy see, noddy do. now dusklight is his because nobody else can see this. tucks it in ginormo braid. ]
Mike is having a rough day.
[ tossing back more popcorn. cough cough, wrong tube. it's fine. continues along close to temenos. they shouldn't be able to be separated in such a sparsely populated hall, but a lot of weird shit is-a going on. ]
Tell me about this lamb-man.
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He's dead. Shall we move on?
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After you.
[ sorry snow nodd ain't touching that with a ten foot pole ]
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4C is blissfully empty except for a cleaning cart, so you don't have to worry much there. 5C has a simultaneous moment of coming up both abruptly and feeling like it takes an eternity to get to, like the two of you are experiencing the hallways of the overlook hotel or something. but it's here. it's open.
the previews are rolling at the moment, showcasing the movies that you saw posters for. shoma is some boy genius with a giant forehead? a bull the color of io's helmet is laying around in a field of flowers, passive and content?
no one else is in here, but it's your theater. ]
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he will peek in at 4C. take a really quick look at that cleaning cart, in case it's important? but otherwise, he's heading back to the 5C theater to look around. is it pitch ass dark in here? he still has his little flashlight from cyoa, so he'll dig around in his pockets and click it on, sweeping it across the floor of the aisles.
the io bull gets a slight smile but otherwise. time to investigate. ]
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horny, punchy watson. ]
Why does Io get a cute one?
[ uses the beacon of the flashlight to check if the tickets have anything like a seat number on them? ]
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the lights in 5C are dimmed already, so it's like. dark, but they can still mostly see fine as long as they watch where they're going. the little flashlight will help them find their seats, literally and... literally? on the ticket, for the latter. they are the best seats in the house, the middle of the showing room in both row and centerpoint to the screen.
onwards? ]
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