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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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Me neither. I suppose it’s a good lesson to always read the fine print here.
[ She’s already had the inauguration talk but much of this world is still a mystery to her. ]
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They musta wrote it in the finest print they could. [And frankly it's decreased his curiosity in these movies, not as though he were super invested to begin with. They were just another thing to check out.]
Oh well. At least we could leave, and there weren't robots there to try and get us to go back in.
[I mean all that either of their incredibly OP selves would have to do would be to crush any robots but]
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Yeah. They look quite busy.
[ Over his shoulder, she notices one of them steadily approaching another person, paddle raised. Well, nothing for it - Without a single twitch or turn of a hair, Pyrrha sends the robot sliding left, away from its target. Only a few feet, with enough finesse to indicate distraction on the robot's part; not her own intervention. ]
We'd be better off avoiding them for now, I think.
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Hmm...]
Then... how about we hunt for somewhere less robot-infested? [And, muttering:] Who thought giving them those things was a good idea, too...?
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[ Lead the way, Mr. Neck Horn. Pyrrha will gladly follow. ]
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To a place with chairs that is (thankfully) free of robots and other patrons for the immediate time being. He flops himself into one with a sigh before remembering himself.]
Ah, right. I'm Naoki. I probably shoulda introduced myself sooner. [—before encouraging her to come along with him but hey.]
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Nice to meet you, Naoki.
[ It takes her a moment to remember that it's necessary to reciprocate the introduction, but only a moment. ]
I’m Pyrrha Nikos. I only just arrived here a little while ago.
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Yeah? I thought you had that vibe.
[But, Naoki's expression scrunches.] This place is terrible at first impressions. [And, he meant to ask sooner, but:] You doing all right?
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[ There’s nothing disingenuous about her appreciation, either. It’s a kind person who takes the time to ask after a stranger and Pyrrha’s grateful to be in the company of one such. It enables to settle a little easier, shoulders less drawn and taut. ]
Is it always so - [ for lack of a better word, ] - exciting?
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[Naoki rubs his hand against his neck.] If I had to say, it goes between strange or potentially dangerous (or both) every couple of weeks. In-between that, there's not as much going on.
[But yes, events...]
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Is this one of those ‘events’?
[ Casting her eyes around the cinema, robots and milling arrivals alike. ]
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I dunno. They were making a big to-do about this new theatre and all...
[He looks around doubtfully.]
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Did you come here alone?
[ ( -- OR IS YANG WITH YOU. This is Kia’s fault.) ]
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Yeah. I didn't figure that I'd be here for long; I just wanted to see what was up, if there was anything more to this...
[Naoki trails off to glance at her.] What about you? --you look [and feel] like you're worried. A friend?
Wow, I completely bungled my HTML up there...
I wasn't really prepared to hear all those things about Remnant— I mean, my world.
[ Half an answer, half not. It hasn't really sunk in yet, but if her team isn't there, then they must be - ]
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I'd like to meet the person who would be prepared. [Wry humour aside, though.] But... I can't believe it, about my own world. [And it's said less in the sense of it being too much to be able to take in, no, it's said in the sense he can't and won't believe it, in a sort of stubbornness.
Because it was already destroyed.]
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Shifting a bit, she finds herself wishing she had more experience talking to people. ]
Yet you don’t sound very optimistic.
[ An invitation, nothing more. He can talk about it if he wishes and she’ll listen, but she won’t force the issue. ]
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It's more that it tends to bring down conversations that he hesitates to bring it up. But here, it doesn't seem like too bad of a thing to say, and he glances to her while spreading his hands apart.]
...My world was already destroyed. If, I don't know, I was an alien race focused on destroying worlds, I wouldn't go after one that was a recently-destroyed wasteland full of demons. [In fact, what would the Vortex World even look like from space?]
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Maybe they’re eradicating any possible threats.
[ Her response is thoughtfully given. She’d err on the side of sympathy, but - it sounds like he’s made his peace. “Demons,” he said; it’s not a word Pyrrha knows, not exactly. Some sort of survivalist species? With no other possibility open to her, she’s picturing Grimm. ]
You said your world was destroyed, but you know the state of it after. It sounds like you survived the end of your world. [ And the demons couldn’t be mobilized the same way as him. If they’re as animalistic as Grimm… A crease appears in Pyrrha’s brow as she works through her thoughts. ]
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...Yeah, I did. What happened in my world's called the "Conception". It's where a world is destroyed, changed into something called a Vortex World filled with demons, and then eventually one person can recreate it according to their own philosophy.
[He explains it easily enough, though there's the minutest of furrows between his eyebrows.]
I was...in a safe place when it happened, so I survived, along with some other people.
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They may have been looking for something different than you or I would have considered. These “Flamines” - it’s possible they just don’t think like we do.
[ With a self-deprecating quirk to a barely there smile, she shakes her head. ]
I don’t think we’re getting answers any time soon.
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I don't think so either.
I don't think we should stop looking for them, but we might have to wait until some kind of opportunity shows up. Until then, we can work on the questions we can answer.
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So, uh— What sort of thing do you do for fun around here?
[ Maybe a change of subject is due. It's a question he (probably) can answer, if nothing else. ]
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[He stops.]
Listing those off kinda makes me feel like a recluse. [All of these solo activities... Yang's right, he's too lone wolf.] But I know there're all other kinds of places. Restaurants, cafes, parks...
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Pleasantly, and without too much overt force, Pyrrha probes him for details about life in this colony as I carry us to a respectful fade-to-black! (It's for the good of mankind.) ]