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THEATER I [ 00 00 ]
MY PETITE EQUESTRIAN EXPERIENCE - RATED A
Advertised as a delightful tale of ponies discovering magic and friendship, this is a must-see! For adults that is. The ponies are killed within the first ten minutes, and then the rest of the run time is filled with a celebratory orgy of Roman-esque proportions. There are no mentions of ponies after the initial scene. They are neither seen nor mourned nor heard from. There are only naked, gyrating bodies as far as the eye can see.
If you manage to sit through the horror long enough, you will notice a certain something in between the moaning. Is that your face on one of the protags? Is it a beloved family member or a friend? You will find that spliced between the scenes are cherished and innocent childish memories now being soiled by passionate cries of pleasure. Enjoy the new memory, your poor, sweet summer child. This will only be visible to the viewer himself/herself.
THEATER II [ 0000 ]
LARGE ADVENTURER 7 - RATED B
A touching tale of dealing with loss and more loss. This film is about a giant robot and his pet human that gets eradicated in the Third Robotic Genocide, leaving behind just a human carcass. The giant robot clings to the carcass and cries robotic tears until finally he chucks the carcass into a river full of carcasses and decides to go on a deep quest in search of cheese.
But spliced between this tale of woe, viewers will see images of themselves caught in a romantic memory. A first kiss, perhaps? A first love-making session? A first crush? A desired one will also have their face molded on top of all the carcasses as they flow away. This will only be visible to the viewer himself/herself.
THEATER III [ 0000 ] THE RETALIATORS: ERA OF RADICALON - RATED C
Agent Dick Angry takes it upon himself to assemble a team of miscreant aliens to invade the hell out of "Planet Earth." The aliens include Zorn, an intelligent toaster; Crisis, a blue-skinned beauty that turns purple when she's aroused; Trish, a rogue miniature ficus with a criminal record; and General Cerealia, a handsome, ripped man who beats evil-doers with his laptop and who looks suspiciously like CERES' programmer, Elias.
This adventurous romp will feature the tragic memories of death interweaving with the destruction of the "Planet Earth." Those who attend will see first-hand the memories of their own worlds slowly being demolished before their eyes and all their loved ones screaming in agony. Then it'll loop itself again and again for the last hour of the film. Enjoy! This will only be visible to the viewer himself/herself.
THEATER IV [ 0000 ]
DECEASE HARDER II - RATED D
Jack McJack is a cop who is having none of your shit. In this action film, he will ride around on a velociraptor and go around punching evil-doers and detonating them with land mines. If you want all the violence in the world, this is the film for you. Watch as every second is filled with pointless explosions and every curse word in all the known languages in Cerealia.
Of course, spliced between every action scene will be every embarrassing moment of your life being played out for you and only you. Or is it? Start sweating and looking in every direction as you begin to wonder if everyone else can see that time you tripped and fell on your senpai almost kissing him (sacre bleu D= !)
BONUS - THEATER V [ whyo'clock ]
YARD-DOOR PEOPLE OF QUESTIONABLE MORALS - RATED Z
This is a touching film about tenderness and coming together to overcome obstacles and achieve greatness. The Yard-Door people run into danger when an evil megalord starts polluting the air with negative feelings. The Yard-Door people must band together and save the world through kindness. They will go and help their neighbors get across the street, rake up leaves from their lawns, donate canned food to the poor, and collect toys for children who do not have any.
While this film will draw tears from your eyes, you will see happy memories. The happiest that can be mustered. They will be spliced in with the scenes in the movie, occurring side-by-side with all the smiles and fuzzy feelings leaking off the screens. This will only be visible to the viewer himself/herself.
Also, beware! This film contains the angriest of Theater Cleaning Robots. Dropping anything on the floor will result in a bit of a flogging with a wooden paddle and a robot calling you a dirty slut and claiming that you like it. Yes, BDSM robots will not take your bad behavior. You better bend over and start apologizing for being such a filthy, little theater-goer.
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Ivan | Golden Sun
IV
[Shortly into the first violent scene the movie has to offer, Ivan begins to wonder why he didn't choose to give that film about horses a try. Surely that couldn't have been so vulgar. Still, wanting to give it a chance and not waste the ticket he'd bought, Ivan endures with minimal cringing at the expletives and decapitations.
It starts to concern him less than the parts where he can see himself on screen, being taunted and humiliated by the townsfolk of Vault and misunderstood by the people of Kalay. Ivan chokes down a knot in his throat as he looks to the person sitting next to him. By the look on the person's face, it seems as if they're having a hard time swallowing the scene as well.]
It's not really as bad as it looks. [He tries for a smile. Part of him wants to know what the person is thinking about what they're seeing, but afraid of the thoughts he'd overhear, temporarily convinces himself that mind reading would be a bad idea.] You don't need to look so put out.
V
[This feature film is much more relaxing than the previous one. Ivan settles into his chair, relieved at the lack of embarrassing memories to endure. But while he's grateful to see some of the bittersweet reminders of a more simple time, Ivan doesn't have very long to appreciate the scene.
Not too far ahead of him, robots have swarmed one of the rows to corner one of the other movie-goers. He practically pales as he listens to them talk of flogging and call the poor victim some choice names. Part of him doesn't want to get involved, but he stands anyway, cradling his small bag of popcorn to his chest. The whole exchange seems way too violent to be natural, especially when, from where he was sitting, he hadn't been able to see any sort of nefarious action being committed.]
Is everything alright over there?
V
It looks like someone left their trash there and they're mad.
[Someone, she says, like it wasn't her and she didn't bail out by making good use of Haze... she nods to indicate the popcorn he's holding.]
I wouldn't let go of that if I were you, Ivan.
[What's up friend... how are you doing...]
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You startled me.
[It's almost like she wanted him to drop his popcorn and incur the wrath of the robots. But that wouldn't be very nice, so Ivan was reluctant to make such assumptions.]
I...
[He hesitates as he faces the girl, his face twisting in confusion.]
How do you know my name? [His eyes light up in recognition.] Oh! You were the girl in Tolbi! I don't remember us ever being formally introduced...
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My name is Sheba. [She smiles - she's been around jamjars often enough to not really be too surprised that he doesn't remember her, but... that also doesn't mean she's not going to give him shit for it. When she speaks up again, her voice is gently teasing.] I'm a little sad, you know. I guess I must not have been very memorable if you forgot my name after reading my mind.
[YOU THOUGHT SHE DIDN'T NOTICE BUT NO. She definitely did.]
That's alright, though. I guess it was a little while ago...
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I'm, ah, sorry...about that.
[He really isn't. At least not that much, but it's polite to say so. And embarrassing to get caught.]
I hope I didn't offend you. It's nice to more formally meet you, Sheba.
[Even if these conditions are less than ideal and the robots are working themselves into a tizzy.]
YOU ARE ONLY MAKING THIS HARDER ON YOURSELF. FACE THE PUNISHMENT YOU ASKED FOR, WHORE.
[It's a bit distracting. Ivan can't help getting a bit worked up over it.]
Do you think it's fine to just stay here? They seem very aggressive.
IV
[Who could say how many or how few moments Alex was witnessing from his own life? He, for one, wasn't showing much reaction apart from a few cringes here and there. Overhearing a comment made by a familiar voice took his interest away from the screen. Allying himself with his fellow survivors from Weyard certainly hadn't been a terrible plan so far...]
I'm touched you're being so supportive.
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Supportive? I don't know if that's the word I'd use.
[He has to shake off the urge to go into a barrage of questions. What's the point in asking Alex why he's here? They're all more-or-less stuck in the same situation, after all. And they're both watching a movie. It would be pointless. And nothing can be done about his plans on Weyard. At least not at the moment.]
Those sort of things happen. It's less painful for everyone to just accept them and move on instead of dwelling.
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That's precisely what I mean. Not many people can look at their own shortcomings in that light, much less another persons.
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Another person's?
[He looks from Alex to the screen. Yep, those are definitely his own memories, but...]
You're not seeing me up there?
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I have seen you. Surely you've been able to focus on more than yourself in this strange production.
iv. blanket permission for mind-reading...!
the ensuing carnage is, frankly, terrifying.
she manages to stomach maybe thirty seconds of it before burying her face in her knees, looking up only once in a while, taut and tense, to see if it's finally ended yet. it's not until a few minutes later that she realizes that once in a while-- she can see herself. is that her and... naoto? is that her completely failing to sew a button on a shirt? can everyone else in this place see??
the friendly voice to her right breaks her out of her momentary mortification. pushing aside her usual fear and wariness of strangers, she timidly grabs the stranger's arm and buries her face in it, the wings on her back taut and shaking.
why movies, why this. ]
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There, there. [Ivan gulps.] It's alright.
[Not that he can imagine why he's the one consoling her. Is she that mortified by the pieces of his past that she's seeing? It doesn't really make much sense. That, and it's a bit insulting.]
Just keep in mind that these things are all in the past...so they don't really matter too much.