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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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[though he never loses the sense of amusement or feigned pleasantness in his tone, there are other things that slip in pretty clearly. his suspicions, his curiosity—there are things happening here that simply don't add up.
he knows who she is, even if only vaguely from a couple of meetings; it's not as if she's a total stranger to him, after all. but he knows for certain that kondou's never come up in a conversation with her, nor has his hair. most people didn't seem to point out the similarities in their hairstyles anyway (even if it's something souji is glad he can do), but yuuki seems surprised at what has been his hair routine for years now.
why?
that's the real question here. and maybe in another time and place, he'd have already drawn his sword and held it to her neck because of a potential threat. but he doesn't sense that here, and he knows better than to act on his suspicions that way in a place like this one. there is a clear dissonance in memories here, which leads to a vague notion somewhere in the back of his mind that somewhere else, in another time and place, they'd met and he is the fool here.
well, it doesn't need to sit much on the back of his mind when she nearly outright addresses it. ]
That's a pretty funny assumption to make, you know? I know who you are. [which isn't a lie. still, there's not much use in beating around the bush.
he'd probably have been more playful, more teasing, more outright frustrating about the whole thing if not for the fact that yuuki said that name. bringing up kondou, especially when this souji hasn't seen him in about a year? it dredges up that thing known as feelings, and it means he wants to get to the bottom of this. what she knows about him and kondou specifically.
...along with where she came from and what she remembers, because there is definitely something different here compared to their last encounters.] It doesn't seem like that means much, though. Not when you clearly know too much that I don't remember telling you. [he may just be a little scarier now than he was before, despite the smile.]
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She doesn't like showing him she's scared of him (because, admittedly, even with all her abilities, there's something about someone like Souji that frightens her... she just doesn't know if it's as simple as his ability to kill, though.
It's not important, though. At least, not anymore. ]
Okita-san never tells me anything, anyway. [ it's mostly mumbled, glancing off to one side, debating if she should just be honest?
Would he believe her? Probably not? If she thinks too hard on it, maybe she wouldn't believe herself, either.
Tight-lipped, Yuuki looks back at him, finally gathering words to respond (and be able to stand there firm without being intimidated). ]
I met Kondou-san in another place somewhat like this. I knew Okita-san, too.
[ that word 'knew'; it doesn't seem to quite accurately describe her status with the other in Zelien, but it seemed ridiculous to is the word 'friends' or anything of the like, so it's going to have to work. Besides, the more this situation sinks in, the less she feels like divulging to him. It would sound so silly and unlike when she met him in Zelien, eager to have him know everything between them in Nuadoria, this here... maybe not so much. ]
...You had shorter hair, though. That's all, I guess.
[ other than feeling let down. She hadn't realized it but she was... relieved as much as startled when he scared her because the first thing she though was Good, he's alive and then I'm not alone this time.
What could she do, though? Nothing. And she's not going to try to force him to remember (or ... Learn?) everything so it's like it was before. ]
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that really explains a hell of a lot more than it should, and it's one of those things that unsettles him a lot. it's enough to take the wind out of his sails a bit—some of that intensity deflates, though his expression doesn't immediately change.
it's like that, huh? she's another person who has the experience of other places and times, of meeting people she was never really meant to meet at all. and in that place—whatever place that is—they were acquainted. not only were they acquainted, but she knew kondou too, and that makes it a little worse. it does send a tightness into his chest, because he misses kondou more than anything in the world. not getting to see kondou for a year is killer enough to send him a bit off-kilter.]
Ahh, I see. So it's just like that, is it? [his expression changes along with his tone; though he's clearly trying to keep things light, there's a bitter undertone to it all. it's not yuuki's fault. souji knows it's not her fault that some other "him" (because they're not the same, even if they're the same, the way he sees it) got to be taken from kyoto and still be with kondou.
how is that fair? it's not fair at all.]
I guess there'll be a time when I decide to get a haircut, then. It's not something that's happened that I can remember. [he states it somewhat idly. obviously, that's true—even if there's no way to be sure what the circumstances are that would lead to that. he really likes his hair this way, and especially without kondou around, it's a nice homage to his favorite person.
there's a lot he wants to know, honestly. he's curious about yuuki now more than he had been before. who was she? how well did she know him? how well did he know her? they're the sorts of things he normally would have a single fuck to give about, but her words and tone have turned that around in a pretty drastic way. but souji isn't sure how to ask those things directly, especially when he still hasn't entirely collected his thoughts about it.
so for now, he remains as he is, with that idle acknowledgement of the circumstances being all he says. for a moment, his eyes are fixated on her, curious to see how she responds. curious to know a lot that normally would have went ignored. but his gaze doesn't remain that way very solidly—he's a little distracted by his conflicting feelings over everything else he's just been told.]
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But, if there was one thing she learned well through experience was Souji's air of sadness. She came to be in the company of it a lot, and so even with his attempt to keep it simple and not betray herself, she glances up at him as he speaks.
She's not sure if Souji's sadness in relation to Kondou is different from his other expressions of it, but she only knows of it in relation to Kondou, anyway. It's only after Souji goes quiet that Yuuki makes the connection, though, and she bites down on her lip somewhat guiltily for bringing Kondou up. He accepted it really easily, believed her even, so... maybe he's been other places, too? Or if not, here well long enough. And from his reaction, she'd at least find it safe to assume Kondou is not here with Souji.
Ahh, how does one... fix this?
But, whatever, she's going to try however she can because if one thing she's good at is focusing on other people's problems. Suddenly it just doesn't seem to matter as much to her that he doesn't remember, because his disposition is more important. She can lament on her own time, but for now, she doesn't want to keep adding to his misery, if she can help it. ]
Uhm, well,I have never seen Okita-san with it before, but I think I prefer it like this. I mean, you don't look that much different, so it's not as if I disliked the other way, but you stand out more and it means something, right?! And it's cu—
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—T, cuT... [ she pronounces the t strongly, and repeats the word (and definitely not because she started with a different sound all together or anything)... this...
Ah, where does she take this conversation now?! ] ....it really suits your face!
[ . . . ]
3/4 I lied :c
okay, that was pretty lame and she fidgets for a second or two, scraping her heel on the floor. She mumbles her next set of words mostly to herself but definitely not impossible to catch them: ]
Can we just pretend I didn't say any of that...
done for reals
She wrinkles her nose as she reprimands herself before trying again, offering a sheepish sort of smile. ]
Uhm, so what I meant was just... it looks good on you like that, so it isn't a problem you have no knowledge of any other style.
[ ...HEH???
Of course, the significance is very important but she's trying not to bring kondou up again.
considering she wears her hair styled to her brother's tastes she sort of can really related to hairstyles having a lot of meaning even if only to the person themselves and no one else...!]no subject
[it's okay, yuuki. souji is, in his own way, grateful for the fact that she's getting off the topic of kondou. it's really just something he doesn't want to think about because of the feelings it dredges up. no matter how much he wants to shove them down, time does wear on him bit-by-bit and make it more difficult.
so he needs to do the only thing he knows how to do—ignore the problems and keep them to himself while he tries to cope.
it's a good think yuuki just gave him a perfect opportunity to completely switch gears. no matter how she tried to cover up what she said, souji knows just what she meant. and even though he's still got a million questions, curiosities and suspicions? well, sometimes those things need to be addressed in small bits and pieces. for now, he can put them aside to bring to the forefont her own embarrassing slip of the tongue.]
Could it be that you think I'm cute? [he leans forward, getting in her face a bit. souji's expression shifts again, looking mischievous.. still dangerous, but in an entirely different way. it's a pretty solid reminder at how little he wishes his true emotions to be displayed on his face, and how quickly he'll forcibly shift to cover it up. even if that means using someone else to turn things around and deflect it.] That's a pretty bold thing to say you know, Yuuki-chan.
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Sometimes, being especially easily flustered by good-looking men as a teenage girl is a hardship, to be honest. Why couldn't she have a better, safer hobby, like stamp collecting.
She curses herself, silently blaming her time as a carefree human for her pretty-boy infatuation. Stupid Zero. Stupid Kaname. Stupid Okita—?! ]
H-hey, I was definitely talking about your hairstyle that time, not you!
[ Oh but, she pauses a second because, surprise momentarily overcoming her flustered emotions because, wait, he actually knows her name? For some reason she assumed he was lying through his teeth but before she can let herself interject with that, she refocuses on the fact he's in her face and she slides back just a little more. ]
Cute is not the adjective I would use to describe Okita-san in any way. [ except maybe when he's passed out on the floor like a cat— ]