They say there's nothing new under the sun

[10_20_15_5_50]

Who: Hiro, Sam, and anybody else who wants to watch Tremors
What: Watching Tremors and possibly discussing swear words prior to the show
Where: The new outdoor theatre in the Northwest
When: Backdated to Thursday night, dusk.
Warnings: Language? Probably language.

The ‘official story’ was simple, if outlandish: Sam had happened across a VHS tape of Tremors (true) while lost (false) in the dense mire of mess which was Hiro’s room. Though the tape had actually been uncovered in the Warehouse, she had no intention of saying so; she didn’t want to wonder if the truth would reach Dirge, or want to deal with the seeker if he heard and, hearing, took it into his head to reclaim the cassette. What she did want was to make good on what she’d said to Jadewing.

’Sometime, we’ll find for you a few decent horror flicks.’

Tremors had turned out to be the first of that few. With luck, and a little---or a lot---of looking, there would be others, and so the whole theatre project had been buttressed by the hope of having more movies. The screen was situated at one side of the clearing Irja had kindly created, suspended between the trunks of two massive trees and braced by branches across its back. (The controls were there, as well, and at two elevations; the human-scale console sheltered in what looked, to Sam, like an ice shack.) A viewing deck had been built opposite the screen, encircling one wide walnut tree at a height which would have any occupants up enough to talk to standing Cybertronians comfortably, without craning. The deck had been outfitted with a ladder, a small collection of mismatched chairs, and (importantly!) a small free-standing fire pit. Two ridges crossed the clearing so that people could park angled up to better see the screen, but the clearing itself was otherwise almost ordinary---and only ‘almost’ on account of its creation.

All things considered, the set-up was pretty sweet.

Comments

[akito]

She still looks unsure, as though asking too many questions is a bad thing. "...You'll tell me if I ask too many?"

[the_other_green_seeker]

"Guess I will," Jade agrees, smirking right back. "See ya after the show." Following Breakdowns motion, he'll go look for a good spot to sit. One where he hopefully won't block other people's view with his big wings.

Re: arrivals

[the_other_green_seeker]

You thought you could escape your trinemate's notice, TC? Hardly. He sees you trying to sneak in and you're not gonna get away with it. Besides, stealth is really not your thing.

Making note of where he'd been sitting, Jade gets up to greet the other Seeker. "Well, look who finally showed up," Jade says, amused. "Was beginning to think I'd have to come get you."

[10_20_15_5_50]

"As far as social circles go, I'd say I'm not lucky but exceptionally so. Doing better here than my most recent move, which is... honestly sort of strange. Not that I'm complaining!" Sam flicked a hand, as if to knock the very notion away. "Just appreciatively acknowledging the odds."

The odds were a far cry from what she would've expected, though Jadewing's ready answer was anything else---the Seeker was a sport. Pleased by his willingness to offer instruction, the adept listened attentively, filing each insult away for future use, and grinned at the end.

"Duly noted. And I should say thanks---I'm just enough of an ass to find my newly-expanded repertoire delightful, though I suppose someone did say 'profanity furnishes a relief denied even to prayer.'" Sam shrugged. "In my experience, it's true... and so maybe I shouldn't stop at saying thanks, but teach you some sacres? If you're interested."

[10_20_15_5_50]

With an effort, Sam kept her smile from widening---while unable to interpret it in a rough read, she'd caught a ripple of reaction in the Seeker's aura. "Thank you. Given the group we got, it was bound to come out something solid, but I think it's exceeded expectation. Best group project I've ever been aboard." It was the truth, too. Cobbling together an improvised outdoor theatre on an alien world, using alien tech, on account of a VHS tape was frankly kind of awesome, and the group she'd worked with to do just that made it unequivocally awesome.

[notyourblueangel]

No, it’s really not. Too many years around Starscream…

Thundercracker snorts at the comment. “Still not sure how I got tricked into agreeing to sit and watch some human film.” He eyes his trinemate, then smirks. “You seem like you’re looking forward to it.”

[notyourblueangel]

The Seeker made a soft, noncommittal noise, masking the fact that he was actually rather impressed in spite of himself. "Well, you had one of my wingmates to help, and that Autobot engineer for tech support. I'd hope it at least met expectation." He looked around. "You said this is all for a human movie. Hm. Maybe I should check the Warehouse for some old Cybertronian vids." Truth was . . . he HAD been looking, covertly. He'd not found any yet, but . . . one never knew.

[10_20_15_5_50]

"Dude. Where in the arctic?" Sam brightened, all newly-vested interest. "That makes us the nearest thing to neighbours---I grew up within hours of the Arctic Circle. Yellowknife, Northwest Territories. But even that far north, I didn't hear even rumours of rationings."

She paused to listen, and shrugged as Hiro asked his questions.

"Carpaccio? Delicious, but I don't know that I or anyone could do it as a daily thing."

[akito]

"Past, um... Severnaya Zymla, I think? On the ice shelf, but closer to Russia and the ocean than the pole..."

She isn't sure of the accuracy of the statement, as she never had the opportunity to verify it. But from what she overheard it must have been somewhere in that vicinity. Definitely in or near Russian territory, since there was never government interference, meaning they would have been bought off somehow.

"I ate lots of different kinds of arctic fish, crustaceans, cephalopods, and seal. It didn't get very boring. It was all very good, except the seal was weird..." A thoughtful frown. "And there was rice at every meal. Vegetables were sometimes frozen but mostly vitamins from those food groups were acquired through juices. And, um, Jell-O and puddings were for desserts."

[10_20_15_5_50]

"I'd ask, but I already know the answer would be 'a ridiculously long time.'" Sam turned her hands up, then let them fall to her lap. "Chronological scale takes more getting used to than physical, I think. Physical is one thing, with 'oh okay now there's not just conversational distance but elevation also,' but periods of time past a certain point all get lumped into this category of 'MUCH.'"

Her grin growing, Sam leaned forward a little.

"As short a time as I've known you, though I've got guesses. I'd peg you as the sort of guy to favour certain dramas, and also quality fantasy films. That's unfortunate, cause there aren't many."

But if they ever found a copy, she was sure he'd enjoy Willow especially.

[diagnosispuberty]

Hiro has no idea how Russia works -- everything is north and icy and oh my god how did this kid even survive there? -- but he listens quietly, digging into his own snack reserves because he has a wild and crazy metabolism.

He'll interject after this last explanation, with a grimace -- "Seal? Gross. Super gross."

[diagnosispuberty]

Hiro makes a face at both of them, already digging into his popcorn and speaking around a mouthful -- "Are you guys gonna do that the whole movie?"

[10_20_15_5_50]

Sam offered a little shrug in return---sorry to cut in on your canoodling time, guys, but there's no inconspicuously changing course when trailed by two teens---and paused to give Hiro a pointed look (and a roll of her eyes) before answering Knock Out.

"I should hope so. We three," the adept indicated both bots and herself with the back-and-forth flick of a hand, "have all seen Tremors before, so I can joke to you without making you miss anything. These two, not so much, but I couldn't just ditch 'em."

[10_20_15_5_50]

"Oh, man, that's... not too too far from the New Siberian islands, right? The furthest north I've been is across the water from Victoria Island, which I think is almost a straight line across. But still, someone who knows real winter. That's nice. And... that's interesting. Very interesting." Not quite as interesting as the answer to 'where around Russia would going pantsless be not at all unusual?' but interesting, all the same.

Sam turned on her housemate with a mild admonishment, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Don't knock it till you've tried it. Seal is sort of weird---as I remember, anyway---but it isn't bad. Better with a bit of ketchup, though."

[akito]

"Approximately 1,200 kilometres," she says with a nod, carefully not mentioning that she actually hasn't experienced winter. Or summer. Or fall, yet. Somehow Akito doesn't think anything will beat the current season - her first season.

"Seal was very fatty and had a strange taste I didn't like, but if someone caught a seal then everyone else would get the yummy seafood, and I would be given seal meat and blubber." Oh god she pulls a face at the memory. She didn't have much culinary options available to try, but that was hands down her least favourite. "They said that it was high in fat and protein, so I would grow big and strong, ne?"

Akito gestures to herself with a wry smile and a small giggle. "I don't think it worked. They probably just wanted to give me the gross stuff."

[diagnosispuberty]

Even though he has a mouthful of delicious sour gummy worms, the description of how seal tastes makes Hiro's stomach turn, prompting him to shake his head at both Sam and Akito. "Uhhhh, if you're trying to turn me into a vegetarian or whatever, it's working, you guys."

Have a gummy worm tossed at your head, Akito. "Quit talking about blubber, dude."

[10_20_15_5_50]

"Your geography is better than mine." Sam nodded, impressed, and then turned to Hiro, almost aghast. "That would be a cruel and terrible thing to do. Meat is delicious and I would not try to turn you off it. That would be a dick move."

Speaking of which---

"So's foisting the seal off on you alone, kiddo. It's the sort of stuff that might be better off under a blanket of onions, but I bet you didn't have any fresh for frying. Seems a shame."

[akito]

Akito doesn't manage to catch it before it hits her, but does catch it before it hits the ground. She pulls at it curiously, noting that they're clearly edible. Deciding it can't hurt to try, she pops it in her mouth and chews and--

Holy shit. The texture is weird and rubbery in a way that doesn't suck. And it's very, very, very sour to her poor, underdeveloped taste buds. Sour is not a thing she has much experience with.

But it still tastes good and so she soldiers through it. All through a scrunched face and reflexive tears!!!

[10_20_15_5_50]

"If it didn't meet expectations, we wouldn't've announced it opening yet." Still smiling, Sam spoke with conviction. "The stuff I do---or help do---I see through, man. This might be for fun stuff, but it was a serious effort. And one which we hope will pay off for more and more people, so you most definitely should. I'd really like to see one, and I know I'm not the only one who'd say so."

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing smirked. "I've never heard that saying, but whoever said it had the right idea," he said. "And sure, let's hear 'em. I'm more than enough of an ass to appreciate the opportunity to expand my repertoire."

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing shrugs. "Not like either of us had anything better to do tonight," he says. "Besides, I'm curious to see what's up with those Dweller-things. Sam said they're not much like the actual Dweller aside from appearances, but didn't want to spoil details."

[knight_light]

He chuckles and shrugs. Sorry Sam, he can’t really help you get used to the whole time thing. Her guesses as to genres he’d like has him amused. “Fantasy films...hm, something like that does sound interesting.”

Maybe someday it’ll be found in the Warehouse.

[10_20_15_5_50]

"You're how tall and you weigh how much? You're more than enough of everything." Sam snorted, amused, and considered where to begin very briefly. "My personal favourite is 'j'men calice,' which is equivalent to a very forceful and rather rude 'I don't care.' 'Va chier?' 'Go shit.' 'Mange de la marde?' 'Eat shit.' Va chier is fair for teasing---a joking or skeptical 'get out.' It's a sacre, sure, but it's also like 'okay, whatever, I was planning on doing that eventually anyway, I can't be all that offended.'"

Fact of life.

"For offensive, there's 'mon tabarnak j'vais te décalisser la yeule, calice.'"

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

He gives her an amused grin. “Promise. I’ll make sure you have plenty of warning if I start finding your questions annoying at all.”

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

Breakdown snugs his partner a little closer and gives Hiro a smirk. “Maybe we will.” Not that he was aiming to drive the kid away, he honestly didn’t mind them joining, and neither was he ashamed of showing a bit of affection to his partner. Not like these three could or would hurt him with this in any way.

“So find a seat, then. Before it starts.”