"If I see them snogging, I'm going down the hall to the Thornberry's movie."
'Get It Done'
Sang Sacré
The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.
I nod. "Yeah, my sister's dragging me to that tonight. I'm more than a little bit worried about one of the characters sliding off the screen. I mean, what does a 2D character become in a 3D world? Claymation?"
"Roadkill, if they're not careful."
I laugh helplessly, almost crashing into the group of punk-goths gathered around the sign for "Maid in Manhattan." I over hear one of them remarking on how good JLo looks these days, and nearly fall over again, until Connie comes and collects me, pulling me back into line just as the ticket booth opens again. Still chuckling, we wave our SuperSaver (read="free") passes for the theater and make our way inside. "Have you memorized the lines yet?"
"Oh, please, have I memorized the lines, yet. 'You're late. You look terrible.' Hasn't everyone?" I nod back at the wraiths. "Then there's your basic screeching, I think they've got that covered. I just hope they don't turn it into a Rocky Horror audience participation thing."
I wince. "Because now you've made me imagine Saruman in a corset and garters, and my mind could really have done with *not* going there."
My goodness, doesn't time fly when you're playing with your Gigolo-Joe-next-door-neighbour? Now that I've plugged him in to recharge I'm struck by the fact that months seem to have passed - which is crazy, obviously. Unless - oh, unless that chronomorphic field generator down the hall is on the fritz again.
Rats.
Think I'll take a shower and then go and get something to eat. I wonder what year it is. Hey! Maybe The Two Towers is out now! Heck, if I'm really lucky both TTT and Return of the King might be out!
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"Aragorn!" "Sam!" "Frodo!!! (I'll kill him.)" "Legolas!" "Aragorn!"
"Gollum!" "Ungh."
The lineup for TTT is long, but I don't care. It's a beautiful night, and my sweetie has agreed to come to Sang Sacre for the whole week. We watch as a group of Nazgul are utterly subdued by offers of junk food. Posers. I make a mental note to field test the project under rushing water conditions.
"You know," I say, "I think there's a real market here, but I just don't know whom to approach.
"Don't worry. You'll find someone. You don't have to worry about it now anyway. Wait until after the holidays."
Closer to the door there's a busker who offers to "guess our aura" for a dollar. I throw a pair of singles.. "Pink!" he shouts. "Am I right? And you're green, sir!"
I nod politely and head into the theatre.