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rusty, back at it with another thread idea? it’s more likely than you think, unfortunately. as always, if a thread like this already exists, let me know, and I’ll lock this one!!
anyways. your OC watches something with the one above for a movie night. a so-bad-it's-good movie, the hottest new TV show, that obligatory marathon on a streaming service… anything! hopefully they brought some popcorn, because the potential for an interesting watch is out there.
once the game starts, it should be like this:
Walker: I am… First, I suppose. // What is this movie you are showing me? Why is there so much… Jellyfish...
M. Pourife: Hey, check out this nature documentary I rented! It is about the life cycle of jellyfish! // Personally, I am not fond of cooking, but fruit salad sounds manageable… Give me a moment.
Rochester: Mind if you prepare some fruit salad while you have time? I feel like you do not like the movie playing right now. // Listen, if you really wanted to get drunk during movie night, you could have fucking told me earlier.
...
and so forth!!
now.... the rules....
- this thread is meant to be non-age restricted, so keep all content SFW!! please don’t make characters watch anything NSFW, and they better not be doing anything NSFW, or I will nerf them personally. any sensitive content such as gore, drugs, and so forth should be spoilered or blacked out like this!!
- this is somewhat related to the first rule, but... even if I don't expect a lot of romantically oriented replies, only go for the romance or flirting route if both characters are and look 18+!!
- I highly recommend claiming your post before you reply so you don't get ninja'd!! however, if your claim is left unfilled for 6 hours, you can be skipped so that the thread doesn't get stalled.
- please put effort into your responses.... you don't have to be super detailed and describe everything that happens, but your response should have a minimum of five sentences, and you should show that you read the other character's bio.
- wait until three people have posted after you until you post again, or wait for 12 hours to pass!! also, please try not to claim the same person/character too often for the sake of variety.
- follow-ups aren't required, but they're highly encouraged!! as a result, try not to write the above character's reaction for them!!
- this should be self-explanatory, but be respectful!! it's okay to be rude to the OC (since, you know, snarky OCs exist), but don't be an asshole to the user of the OC, or I'll also nerf you.
the first poster gets a freebie, but if several hours pass without a post, then I'll kick it into gear myself. have fun!! >:)c
would you rather go shopping instead? check out this thread!!
want to go on a vacation? check out this thread!!
I'M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG, I LOST ALL OF MY TEXT TWICE SOBBB
"Have you ever...acted before? You sound like the type of person who would," Zinnia inquired, tilting her head over to En. As she listened to the elder party speak, she bit her lip. Zinnia's gaze abruptly shifted back over to the movie that was playing. Oh, right, this was still playing. Zinnia was much more focused on the king than she was at the film itself.
It was not like Zinnia disliked the film; she did like all the wordplay going on, but staring at that screen made her eyes ache. Zinnia was cool with the commentary, but she would say otherwise about the awkward video quality. She blinked slowly, nudging an apple slice into her mouth. The teenager prepared to speak again, but she realized that he was watching the film intently, so she quickly silenced herself. The blonde nervously allowed her fingers to intertwine, nervously squeezing her palms together as she allowed the corner of her lips to twitch.
Ace was a little disappointed with the turnout for the movie night she had organized, looking around the outdoor theatre she had prepared, she only saw a single girl. But still, she would do her best to be a good host, even to an audience of one. "I picked out a couple of movie, but some of those might be a little inappropriate for you... how about we start with 'Spirited Away'? It's about a girl who ends up in a strange, magical world."
She showed Zinnia to the best seat before setting up the projector. Before going back, she made sure to grab some snacks as well. Popcorn, chocolate, gummies and also some healthy fruits. She also grabbed a cup she had prepared, pour out the beer, washed it and filled it with orange juice.
Returning to her guest, Ace set down the snacks and sat down next to Zinnia before starting the movie.
(I wanted to write something about the movie (IC, of course) but I can’t seem to find it…)
Ace wanted to know more about her host but thought asking her would probably be impolite. Instead she asked about Spot, “I think I know what you mean, these Pokémon have some ability that isn’t strictly related to their type, I think it’s called ‘hidden power’, yes?”
She looked quizzically at the cassette and said, “The metamorphoses, plural? Sounds pretty interesting.” She was also intrigued by the archaic technology Rochester was using, she had only ever seen a cassette in a book about the history of media. It surprised her that the cassette was still functioning.
“Oh don’t worry, I leave the drinking to my audience. Don’t be silly, hanging out wi-“, Ace was briefly startled when Rochester took of her prosthetic, but caught herself and continued, “with you is nice too.”
“Oh? Would you mind if a take a look at your collection later? If your interested in books, I can also show you around Danta- I mean my library some other time. Though I don’t think it would be safe to take any books home.”
Ace listened to Rochester’s summary of the movie before interjecting “Hey! Don’t spoil it!... Well, I’m sure it will be quite entertaining.”
- efvrbvrfv dw about finding the movie; it was actually something I made up lmao. :"))))
THAT ASIDES. I'm.... glad Rochester's eccentric side isn't fazing Ace too much... I can see them having a nice dynamic in time. u_u
Nonchalantly, Rochester put down a beaten-up copy of... Was that supposed to be a cassette tape? The elder sure didn't seem to care, as she nudged it towards her guest and let out a low sigh. She... Actually didn't have a lot of movies in home, and she got into a fight with the official in charge of regulating the utilities a while back, so... Rochester just hoped that they weren't that inclined to watch that much television, because she had no idea when they were going to come and kick her ass.
"I know you want to ask something about me, but it's not worth it, trust me," grunted the older woman before gesturing vaguely at the magician, "You would actually have more luck trying to ask my slug-" She broke off to look at Spot, who gurgled on her shoulder. "- You would have better luck trying to ask Spot to breathe fire. Yes, that is not a legend. It's real, and I fucking love it. He just doesn't do it unless someone pisses him off though. Only happened to him once..." She chuckled wryly before flipping the cassette tape to view the label scrawled down onto it: The Metamorphoses.
Pointing a finger at it, she sniffed, "It's plural. Keep that in mind." The elderly woman chuckled before picking up the cassette tape - seemingly oblivious to whether the magician actually wanted to view the film or not - before pressing a few buttons and inserting the tape into its slow. A whirring noise started while she took a step back and muttered, "Still fucking works. Nice." Then, Rochester hopped onto the couch and leaned her back against its plush back, while she watched the credits roll on the screen.
"I don't have beer, unfortunately," Rochester sighed with a wave of her hand, "so I cannot really simulate the taverns you perform in. I bet you would rather be in a tavern right now anyway." Her chuckling from before escalated into full-on laughter while she pulled back a portion of her skirt, gave the lower part of her leg a quick wring, and then- Pop. She took off her prosthetic foot and set it on the table. "I would too... If I could drink."
Nobody's stopping you, hon.
Spot squeaked while Rochester mused, "Besides... I have a lot of shit laying around in my house. This old movie included, but I usually collect books. I doubt any would be useful for your 'magical pursuits' anytime soon, but-" She shrugged. Apparently, the elder could afford to shit on the magician a bit, while also acting as an unconventional mom friend to them. Nice.
"Oh, I almost forgot what it's about!" she suddenly exclaimed in mock surprise, as she clasped her hands against her cheeks, "It's... It's about these people who turn into grotesque creatures, then try to escape from a maze set up by a mastermind figure. Nobody wins, if I remember correctly..." Trailing off for a moment, Rochester soon resumed, "But it does not matter. I like watching it when I need background audio for something, I guess. Hope you don't mind weird puppetry, good fellow."
Rochester low-key reveals her backstory in one (1) follow-up. oops. :)c
Rochester was perhaps a foolish boomer in the sense that she had no idea how outdoor cinemas worked. She thought of it as the tiniest bit unrefined, maybe a bit unhygienic, but… Then the elder glanced over at Spot gurgling happily on her shoulder, and it seemed that all of her doubts went away.
No wonder she took the incoming young man’s offer with a sense of grace, as she motioned a hand at one of the seats and dipped her head.
“Sure, you can sit down,” she sniffed to the perfectly normal-looking individual, before chuckling under her breath, “Technically, I was going to save it for Beatrice, but I think she told me the last minute she wasn’t coming over…” A slightly mischievous glint appeared in her eyes while she ran her fingers through her hair and focused her attention back on the screen. When was the movie supposed to start playing again? By the skies, she didn’t know. It agitated her to no end.
Get this done with, then go back home, get the tea prepared, then spend some time with Spot and Beatrice…
She was probably too invested in the premiere to even try analyzing the youth - for better or for worse.
Rochester, however, did look over at him when he finally spoke to her - prompting her to reply with a raised brow, “Oh… Really? Damn, I think they must’ve fucked up the times or something-” She chuckled even as the youth shuffled through his bag, and- Oh! Fruit! Her brows raised while Spot squeaked in glee, moving down her arm so that he could sniff at the treasures. It wasn’t long before he started chewing at the apple, while Rochester picked up a strawberry and tossed it into her mouth. “- Ah well,” teased the elder, “At least we have something decent to eat, mm?” You only say this because you’re stuffing yourself with fruit, old woman.
“Personally, though,” she opined with a sniff, “I don’t really see much of a difference between organic fruits and regular ones. Organic ones just tend to be pricier, but in terms of taste, I don’t get anything different. And given that social security fluctuates at times…” Rochester gestured vaguely with her hand and grunted. “... I want to be as efficient with my budget as possible, even when it comes to little luxuries like fruit.”
Oh, how she wanted the topic to linger on fruit…
But alas, it shifted over to her limb, which prompted Rochester to furrow her brows and grunt, “Honestly, it’s not that big of a deal, sir. Don’t talk down to me like that.” Her voice hardened while she shifted in her seat. “I was born with it, and I actually didn’t get one until I was in my thirties. It’s ample time to get used to life without a complete leg, as well as to the prosthetic itself. Sorry if it’s not that entertaining, though. I wish I could say that I got attacked by a bear, or lost it when trying to save my boyfriend at the time from a ditch, but-” She shrugged coolly.
“Alas.”
Indeed, as she looked up at the screen where the movie was supposed to be cast. Thirty minutes until it played, he said? Rochester could work with that. Just as long as she had fruit to eat, of course...
I will use hoddie Nessy here 0(-((
"Hello, may I sit here?"
Nessy waved hand above his head to announce the approach. After consensus was set down, the man take his seat.
A, it'd been a long time since his last come here, outdoor cinema, bolt from the blue that these kind of crowned retro like 80s occasion still exist on this land. Crowned place always have its pros and cons, full of people, leaving little or no room for movement, its thing, always a nice mouthwatering prey for terrorist or several guys on the several day who want to have a first baby step for their worlding domination activities.
Guess that today is a several day. That's why he is here, isn't he? Plus! You can not wear a whole noticeable uniform and swanging on the street saying that you're from a secret world balancing organization about to kick some bad guys ass?! The man adjust his hoodie's hood, Nessy is a man in black, uniform or even though in disguise, not so much different in color.
"I have snacks, the movie gonna be long sooo better have some thing to eat," He ruffles his bagpack, pull out various box then proudly and couthly show them to the next by elder woman as a offer, "Hope you like organics" Bunny-shaped apple, strawberry with smiley face, kiwi and pearl, hmm he knows the elder like fruit? That thought aside, those fruit was nice to look and taste enough.
"30 minutes more till the film start." Titanic huh? Classic. Nessy take a quickly look at his phone, put it back to the pocket as quick as how he pull it out. The young take a silence moment before asked politely "Uhm, I didn't mean to nosy. Your prosthetic limb, your life must be in a lot of difficulties," Soft voice, so soft "You can share your story with me anytime, if you want of course. Or just share the snacks is okay" He give a silly smile while ruffling his bang.
Outdoor activities are fun - Nessy rolls his eyes around, more than just himself, he could feel his cooperators everywhere, sitting, standing, taking their places and eyes - At least until they have to take themself out and do the daily crisis management job, yeah.
He will enjoy the night, tonight. Take a strawberry bite now.
o mein Gah?????? i sCREAMING twice because Ennette????!! why so hddjjsjsjsms the two dorks and i love them
Movie? Watch? In a time like, catching a thief? Well, not that the watchman complain, he reads book during the work in order to focus as well. "Your wish is my command." He make a small nod with gentle smile as ever.
The film was nice, Kowalski doesn't really have a taste, his taste in movie, or anything? But he actually do enjoy the movie, the proof is he did used his palm to cover that smile when the character fail on their flirting plan, something relaxing and so much alike of a slice of one normal day life, where people singing, dancing, eat, love, play and pray.
...
There was no change in the watchman’s expression, there rarely was, as he staring at the television for a while. Then tenderly holding a gloved hand on princess shoulder, a very least touch was made, "I know" there was something more than just that, the feeling like he knows more than how he looks like, he slowly stand up, as thought he is waiting for the princess to go back to the work with.
"I will take the responsibility if you feel uneasy, your highness" Kowalski apologetically bowed, smile still ưnwaved. You can change the cooperation if you don't comfortable, but he won't say that today.
Just because I love seeing these two interact. ^.=.^
Eclipse had a night off for a change, no clients for his "nightly" services, so he took the opportunity to wander around the streets; looking for anything exciting to do. Maybe he would go to the local tavern, maybe go to some of the more lively buildings that blast music until into the early hours of the morning. He gave a smile and deep chuckle, that certainly did sound like fun. Something about the night was strangely peaceful, the air had a sharp bite as winter was fast approaching and the moon was peaking shyly through the dark clouds which cascaded over the twinkling stars above. Inhaling deeply and closing his eyes, the onyx skinned Tiefling loved nights like this, the atmosphere of nights like this brought a faint wisp of supernatural tendencies in it's wake.
His ears twitched slightly as he heard footsteps approach, he turned, his golden jewellery softly chiming from the momentum as he did so. Upon seeing a familiar figure, the usual charming and warm smile appeared on his face and he began to approach. "Well my dear, I certainly wasn't expecting to see you walking around at night, white roses do not tend to favour the night, or could it be that I was mistaken and you are in fact a lunar flower instead." He grinned. He tilted his head as Ennette began to ask if he wanted to watch a movie.
"But of course, I would be honoured..." He said placing a midnight black hand over his heart and giving a half bow. "..m'lady." He finished with a smirk.
The trip back to the castle was a short one and many figures lurking in the shadows took one look at the tall Tiefling with burning yellow eyes and quickly retreated into the darkness. Once there, Eclipse began to compliment the building, admiring it's architecture, explain how it was very fitting for Ennette to be living in such a place, as it held both beauty and strength. Once they got to where the movie was to be held, Eclipse relaxed where he was sitting and waited patiently to see what type of movie Ennette would pick, he smiled as he saw it was a romance film. "A fan of romance I see..." He smiled kindly. "...nice to see we share tastes, though I am more of a reader so being able to see a movie is certainly a treat." He looked at the small table in front of them and smiled. "You know what we're missing?" He smiled as he sat up from his more passive position. He then pulled out a several diamonds and began to make them float in the air with his golden magic and after some incantations and motions of his hands, the once barren table was filled with many delicious dishes ranging from dinner worthy meals to sweet desserts, he made certain to have various dinner dishes with garlic in them. Eclipse grinned. "Now we are ready for a movie night."
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Follow up for kafkaesque
Eclipse gave one of his usual charming smiles, his heart warmed by the kindness Dolores was showing him, he felt truly honoured. "It's perfectly fine, I'm just glad that this adorable canine found their way safely home." He grinned happily as he stroked Poffin's fur. The Tiefling smiled at the canines antics. "Well it seems like Poffin has picked out the movie." He chuckled, as his golden tattoos seemed to glimmer more brightly.
He gave a gentle wave of his hand. "No, no, it's perfectly alright, besides if this movie has been chosen by out canine friend here, I have to admit it has peaked my interest in their movie tastes, as for food I insist that you allow me to cover for that, or at least help you. I may be a guest, however it us your golden heart which opened your home to a man such as me, and that alone deserves a favour to be done in kind." Eclipse smiled happily, he would make sure that he would make this kind woman her favourite meals and deserts should she chose to want them, nothing a bit of magic couldn't do, or he may even make it from hand, either way it would be a fine meal indeed.
Poffin circled the other party before yipping and wagging her tail, seeming more than content to just... Let this otherwise complete stranger into their homey abode. You want to know who was also prone to these overly generous tendencies, however?
With an awkwardly executed wave of her hand, Dolores greeted with the slightest chuckle, "Oh, I have to thank you for, um... Helping me find my dog all that time ago, sir- I..." She gulped and wrung her hands together. "I don't know what happened to her that day. She's a wanderer, but at the same time... She knows to stay by my side when we're outside. There's too much risk for her to stray off like that, you know? I've, um... Gotten threats for having her out in the past..." Biting down onto her lip, she shuffled over to the couch in the foyer before sitting down.
Fucking finally. Some form of peace at last...
"But that asides," continued the elderly woman in an attempt to shift the topic to something lighter, "I... I think it's a good idea to try something to fit the mood, don't you think? I don't have a lot of books for you to read up her, unfortunately, since... I don't think books keep very well in this snowy weather. But i do have a movie!" In apparent agreement, Poffin stopped sniffing the other's feet in favor of yipping and running over to where this movie was apparently stored, then... Started pulling at the box enthusiastically.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Dolores quickly apologized as she got up off the couch and rushed over to the canine, "I tend to feed her when the movie plays. It's..." She trailed off, before letting Poffin step away, then pulling out the box in question. After fumbling through the contents for a bit, the elder finally pulled out said movie: some dorky cartoon involving dogs saving the day, or whatever the hell that meant. It was literally just a cliché-ridden animated kids' movie with no substance to it whatsoever, but...
Come on. Look at the cute dogs on the cover.
Shaking the disc ever so slightly, Dolores admitted while trying not to grin like a chimpanzee being threatened with its life, "It's the only movie I have. Kids like it. Dogs too. But I don't know about adults, really. I..." Her grip tightened slightly on the movie cover before she put it on a nearby shelf. "I think it's a bit old. Maybe we should... We should try doing something different, if you want? I... I can make food." Food that can be watched during movies. She chuckled at Poffin weaving her way through Dolores's boots. "If that's what you want, of course. You're the guest, after all."
FOLLOW-UP TIME. Dolores is 🤏🏼 from imploding, but she won't implode for now. maybe.
Dolores was… Understandably, just the tiniest bit unnerved by her host-
Not that it was the other’s fault by any means, of course!
But when she compared her soft coat with the other’s flowing robes, the elder felt as if she had somehow violated an unspoken dress code, as she glanced around and rubbed the back of her neck. The other’s reputation of being a trickster and illusionist seemed to have eluded her, as she settled herself into a seat and gave them a bashful grin.
“You know what?” she suggested with a laugh, “Maybe… Maybe I was just, uh, joking about showing a movie. I’m not very familiar with movies anyway. I don’t even have any titles that I could recommend with ease…” The fact that her laugh trembled so prominently did little to help her case, as Dolores shuffled her feet and stared down at the floor. “Besides… You might be wasting your time with that…”
The elder paused for a moment before attempting to joke, “But you know what I can do? I can do anything except recommending movies. Or books. I don’t do much of those, if I have to be honest with you…” That’s one way to help your case. She glanced off to the side and wrung her hands together, as they filed through a box of DVDs and eventually brought up a title…
Matilda. It wasn’t familiar to her.
Poor Dolores.
“Uhhh…” she muttered before exclaiming with a gentle, reassuring laugh, “Sure!” Though in all honesty, it seemed more like she was trying to reassure herself than anything else. It showed. Dolores glanced around again before they started to set up the DVD player, her brows perking up slightly when the snacks were mentioned. To be fair, she had expected herself to end up on the doorstep of one of her friend’s estates, just so she could work for them for a bit… You know. Even though she was supposed to be retired at this point.
Alas, the elder didn’t expect snacks, so she sat there awkwardly for a few seconds before piquing in at last, “Maybe I can try those? I’m not very familiar with sweet potato, as root vegetables aren’t exactly valued among the aristocracy-” She broke off. How could she use present tense in such a manner!? Her stomach turned. “... Sweet potato could work, though. You said they were good like regular potatoes, right?” And she sure hoped so, as they returned with the aforementioned chips and some supplies for a tea party.
Wait. A tea party? Dolores eased herself slightly. She could work with tea parties. Tea parties were at least familiar to her. Maybe this wouldn’t be as awkward as she had feared… Maybe.
“What am I doing here,” Sine thought, looking at Dolores, “what is watching movies with some random retired maid supposed to accomplish? Why do I keep doing all these strange inexplicable things lately? Does anything I did in the last 30 days serve any purpose?” But these questions were irrelevant, all that mattered right now was which movie Sine would play. Her recent lack of progress still frustrated her, but she would try her best not to let her guest notice.
To properly accommodate her guest, Sine had created a small but comfortable house inside a dream world and stealthily hidden the portal in the doorway of some other random person’s home. While saying, “Let’s see if I can find something good,” she searched through a box of dvds. “How about Matilda? Let’s go with that one.”
While setting up the DVD-player, she asked, “Do you want some snacks? How about some sweet potato chips? They’re healthier than normal chips and taste just as good.” After a quick trip to the kitchen, Sine returned with a thermos of tea, two cups and a bowl of chips.
Sine said, “Let me know if you need anything else,” before starting the movie.
(I hope I'm not misinterpreting what you meant by the first sentence, Smiley is in a fake place, created by Sine, yes?)
Seeing how Smiley had taken her bait and followed her into the dream world, Sine explained, „I haven’t really made anything. Everything around us is an illusion, the screen, the other people here… The popcorn too, so eat as much as you want. And as long as you’re here, you can’t hurt any real people.” Looking at Smiley, she added, “Except me, I guess? Do whatever you want, death is meaningless to me.”
What Smiley had said to her made Sine think, “What do I even want? Other then helping my sister?” When Smiley told her about the person behind the counter, she thought of something, “I could just use my power to keep creeps like him away from innocent people. Like I’m doing now.”
“I don’t care too much about movies, I can’t always remember, but I’ve seen every movie hundreds of times throughout all the timelines I exist in. But I picked out some pretty good movies today: The lord of the rings trilogy. Extended versions, of course. And you won’t be able to leave early.”
"Eh... Movies... Aren't normally what I'm very specialized in, if my age and the size of my office prove anything," confessed Beatrice with a slight chuckle, "though I do have to admire you for asking. It's not every day that I don't have to focus so much on an interview when it comes to my job. Just... Don't ask too often. You're still considered part of the case whether you like it or not." Gee... Thanks...
Thus, the older journalist adjusted the brim of her hat before getting up to her feet and huffing further, "Also, I'm pretty sure the television monitor in my office isn't meant for watching movies, but..." And it was this said monitor that she fiddled with while trying to figure out how the fuck this damn thing worked. How long had it been since she had last touched it? The dust that settled on her fingertips, before being whisked off to the ground, suggested at least a few months - until she finally found the video player. "Ah. Got it."
With the quickest tug on a wire, Beatrice managed to get the device into view while giving the youth a wry smile. Admittedly... It wasn't her proudest - nor her most extraordinary - achievement, but something about the young man's expertise with videos and streaming made her particularly inclined to show off to him... If only because, fine, she kind of thought the stockings and cat ears were neat. Emphasis on "kind of."
She could still, unfortunately prattle on about crime and the like as she grunted, "Now... As for what to watch, I really don't have much. I'd have to ask the entertainment fellow for that, and we're not... Always on the best terms with each other? But I think I have a few films. A lot of them are donated from my home, actually, so most of them are history or nature documentaries, but-" She broke off before placing her hand into a box and pulling out a dusty copy of - yes - a movie... But it wasn't a documentary now, was it?
Rather, based off the way she gleamed its cover with narrowed eyes, it seemed like...
A romantic comedy? She could work with that; Rochester had bought it a few years back because she wanted to try watching something new, but she never got around to it, so Beatrice eventually took the film for herself. She brushed the dust off it for a few more seconds before waving it in the air with a somewhat cheeky, somewhat embarrassed grin. Imagine being a tough journalist, then being caught with one of the cheesiest romantic comedies out there!
"It's cliché," Beatrice told him with a raised brow, "or so I've heard. But I don't think the opinion of an old woman matters that much. You want want that break now, right? If so..." Beatrice's eyes peered over at the hallway. "... I can make something if you want. It's not going to be anything gourmet, but... Would risotto suffice? I know one of my colleagues has a lot of packages of instant risotto, for whatever reason. I'm sure they wouldn't miss one by any means, if I have to be honest with you; they don't have the best memory anyways."
time for a semi-quick follow-up, if only because I refuse to work on math homework rn. I'd die for Yeeharr in this house....
With a wry laugh, Beatrice shook her head and leaned back in her seat, if only for the sake of chewing on the butt of her cigarette. Rude! Imagine smoking indoors!?
Probably the only good thing about this entire mess was that the cigarette wasn’t lit, as she hummed and sniffed at the other party, “Well, I’ll probably just agree regardless of what you give me, if only because I don’t watch a lot of movies. I’m too busy with my job, and the closest that I get to it is watching either interrogation footage, security camera footage, or… Well…” She paused to grimace and cut herself off.
It’s for the best.
“Then again,” the journalist sighed, “this isn’t my office, and… I have no idea where we are, out of all places, so… Go ahead. At least you worked it out.” Imagine having such an unusual lifestyle that a casual night was almost a rarity; at least for Beatrice, the only reason why they even existed was because of her wife being retired. If she still worked as a scientist, then… There definitely would be less free time for both of them.
It was her wife that Beatrice couldn’t help but think about as the title screen came up.
Wait. This was a western movie?
Beatrice sat up in her seat before looking at the pirate and heaving out a sigh, “Well, that’s… Great. Not that I know what you’re talking about anyway.” At least she’s being honest? With a huff, she leaned back in her chaise once more, kicking up her feet while the rest of the credits rolled by. Huh. She had honestly never seen that particular format before; from the movies she had seen, credits tended to be at the end…
“I see,” she mused aloud while rubbing her chin. To say that she was interested might’ve been an overstatement; the older woman was, at best, casually intrigued and outright disillusioned at worst. “It’s good that you’re at least following your dreams, I suppose. That’s always a bonus.”
Perhaps out of spite, Brown hadn't given the pirate her bird as promised... She gave him her much bulkier, much less interesting ceratopsid instead. (Tabby didn't deserve such slander, though.) And it was this ceratopsid who nudged at the carpets of her owner's manor while she went off somewhere. She had told the other beforehand that she needed to meet with a certain "friend" of hers, though that was impossible to verify by any means.
At least Tabby wasn't concerned about such frivolities.
After all, she had her priorities down! The carpets seemed a bit looser than usual, and she seemed to completely ignore the vinyls Brown had left out for the guest to entertain himself with while she was gone... Not that she was usually this generous in the first place. Hell, there was probably a good chance that nothing interesting was on those vinyls, the woman having slapped on labels ripped from the latest western or pirate movies in what seemed like a malicious attempt to dupe the pirate. Besides, she was probably still pretty pissed about him going after her bird... Right?
Tabby, meanwhile, had no ounce of anger in her body; she, instead, went up to the man and started to sniff at his boots. Was she even interested in the vinyls Brown had laid out for the two to admire? Who knows. Maybe Brown wanted to feed her the vinyls for whatever fucking reason. Unless...
For the sake of convenience, let's just pretend that there was a portable television rolled in somewhere, directly in between two couched but only properly viewable from one. Tabby's focus quickly shifted over to the television in the room before letting out a grunt. It didn't look like food, so she was already disappointed as hell. No food of hers was ever that boxlike in shape! The wires, on the other hand... Were they weird-looking vines?
She thus started to inch towards the screen. In a way, Tabby's locomotion resembled that of a dog, albeit much slower... And much more concerning, considering that a certain fossil collector would've been very pissed if she found out her precious pet got electrocuted while her guest watched a movie (assuming that the vinyls had anything in the first place). Wait one second. Did she even ask for him to babysit sweet angel Tabby?
Perhaps it would've been easier to just brush off Tabby's recklessness as a desire to see the movie up and close. Her eyes probably weren't the best anyway.
@ NP: Tabby is Brown's dinosaur, so feel free to throw the murder woman into the mix if replying to a feral, non-talking animal is awkward for you!!
I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time!!