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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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It's fine. [ He hands the bills that he prepared while waiting to him along with the receipt. ] Here, thank you.
[ Tieria too, gives no greeting or attempts to introduce himself. It's not something he cares about unless in official capacity and this isn't one. He'll just hand the guy his money and wait for the cinema to start seating in complete silence if not spoken to. Even if they are standing right next to each other. ]
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It was no problem, [he replied, pocketing the bills and receipt without even bothering to check. He hadn't expected any kind of thanks for his actions, so just getting something back was a welcome surprise.
After a few moments of silence as they waited for the trailers to begin, he decided to speak up once more.]
The name's Cliff, by the way. Cliff Fittir.
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If Cliff checks later, he'll realize it's the exact amount of money he paid for earlier. Having lived on sponsored money his entire life, Tieria understands the importance of spending wisely and wouldn't inconvenience the good stranger who helped him.
Somehow, no matter where he is, there's something about humans that would never change. The need to socialize with one another. While he's not a very social person even by normal standard, it's not like he would completely shun them either. There're some degree of enjoyment from such interaction, Tieria simply doesn't need them frequently, especially if it's not with people he personally cares about. But Cliff will get a reply, only because Tieria owes him a small favor from earlier. ]
Cliff Fittir. [ He repeats, just to be sure of it's pronunciation, not that he's wrong either. With a nod, he gives his name in return. ] Tieria Erde.
[ Sorry Cliff, did you want a conversation? ]
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[If Tieria had the ability to tolerate mindless chatter in the future, he would eventually learn that Cliff is decidedly not from Earth. The planet he hails from is far on the other side of the galaxy, but the needs of sentient beings remained the same no matter what system a person hailed from.
The cool, even toned reply is met with a smile. So Tieria's not a talker-- he can respect that. But, it was still nice knowing the name of someone he might see more of in the future.]
It's nice meeting ya, Tieria. Sorry it couldn't be under different circumstances.
[At least, the frustrations of this one were minimal compared to other possibilities. They could have been stranded on an underdeveloped planet, and imprisoned on top of that.
At least whips weren't involved here.]
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Again, Cliff reminds him of a certain Irishman. The sort of friendliness that extends beyond any capacity Tieria could possibly comprehend and the ease of such interaction, they are so strangely similar that Tieria couldn't just ignore the guy in favor of the comfortable silence he usually prefers. ]
You don't have to apologize for something like that. We met and regardless of the circumstance, I appreciate your help.
[ Obviously he hasn't masters the art of social interaction yet, which explains why he takes that statement so seriously. But even so, he's genuinely thankful for the help, even if it makes him feels a little inadequate. In a place where so many factors are affecting their existence, Tieria is glad that there are people like him and Cliff who would extend a helping hand first. The world would always need individuals like them.
The world aside, his watch tells him that they are still standing outside even though the movie is slated for screening in the next nine minutes. ]
Aren't they supposed to seat us ten minutes before the movie begins?
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[Cliff checked his own timepiece at the young man's question, brows lifting in curiosity when he noted the time. Only nine minutes-- wow, this guy liked to be prompt. He didn't want to imagine what it must have been like to be stuck in rush hour traffic with his new friend, or how he would be in any other situation where things weren't precisely in order...but, he found himself chuckling in amusement.]
The clean up crew might have a mess on their hands, [he suggested with a grin.] And there's liable to be trailers before the actual feature begins, if this theater is anything like others I've been in. There's no rush, unless you've got someplace to be later.
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Cliff's suggestions is met with a rather bemused scrunch of eyebrows. ] In that case, they should have re-calibrated those cleaning bots to be more efficient. This sort of delay is unacceptable. [ Adjusting his glasses, he turns his attention back to the electronic board displaying the seating time. ] I'm aware of those. It seems to be a common advertising strategy. [ Not that he likes them. ]
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It's a pretty effective one too, if you ask the marketing folks. [He scratched his chin, thoughtfully.] But, it also means we've got some time. If you're really that bothered by the maintenance bots, you should mention something to management on our way out. There's not much anyone can do about it now.
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