kismet_loop_logs | They say there's nothing new under the sun

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.

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Thundercracker was fashionably late.

No, he was just late. He'd deny forever that he did that on purpose. On the one hand, he'd promised he would be here, and he kept his promises. On the other, he hoped he could just sort of slip in to the edge of things, unnoticed, so he could slip back out again if this proved, as he was sure it would, to be Not. His. Thing.

Thundercracker was late, but not late enough to miss the start of the show---or the low-key confusion preceding it, as the other attendees found seats and friends and better spots to sit. He wasn't late (or unobtrusive) enough to avoid notice, either---Sam spotted him, started for him, and waved her hello.

He caught a frown ~~(busted!)~~ and schooled his features into a neutral expression, nodding in return. “Sam.” He cast a glance around. “Quite the set-up you have here.”

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.

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.

"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."

"Hmn. It'd have to be subtitled." Primus, why is he even having this conversation?

~~Why is he hoping he /does/ find any of a few vids he remembers so he can see hers and others' reactions.~~

"So what now?"

"I won't be complaining. I don't think anybody would be, except maybe whoever ends up doing the subtitles." That there would be someone willing, or willing enough, Sam was sure---after getting a ground together to construct the theatre, persuading one person to provide a translation was decidedly doable. Getting the text on-screen would be even easier, with her housemate handy.

"What now? Whatever, really. Just bumming around before the show starts, giving anyone coming in kinda late" ~~Like yourself?~~ "a few more minutes' grace to get here. No previews to provide that, so y'know."

"Previews?" What are those? "Hm . . . suppose I should settle, then." He reluctantly started for the main sitting area, careful not to bump Sam as he stepped by her.

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."

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.”

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."

"Probably some kind of cheap, latex rubber effects or something." Something in the half-grin ghosting his face said he didn't really believe that, though he wasn't exactly stilling his fans in anticipation. Still...

"Suppose I should find a place to settle, hm?"

"Nah, human movie makers have higher standards than that," he said. "They only use expensive latex rubber effects." Jadewing's not really making much effort to hide the amused half-smirk on his own face either.

"Yeah, probly should," he said, geturing for Thundercracker to follow him. "C'mon, I'll show you where I'm sitting."

As they headed over Jadeing said "You know, this talk of movies reminds me of that time that Dirge crashed in the middle of a human movie studio with one of Wheeljack's gadgets he stole from Cybertron. Remember that?"

The joke gets a lopsided half-grin from the senior Seeker and a nod at the offer as he shifts to follow his wingmate. The last makes him stop in his tracks for a moment, a look between horror and highly amused on his face. "Primus, how could I forget? That whole mess was a fiasco, from Dirge and his wingmates' failures to those Autobots in the ridiculous 'alien' costumes to the whole thing being over nothing but one of the engineer's duds." Thundercracker shakes his head, a wider grin on his face. "Wonder if the engineer remembers too."

"That one had us snickering behind the Coneheads' backs for weeks, yeah," Jadewing says, obviously doing his level best not to snicker right here and now, and only partially succeeding. "We'll have to ask Wheeljack about it later." That's one incident that they all can be amused about.

"I wonder if that film still exists somewhere?", Jadewing wonders. "You know, just so the whole thing is recorded for posterity."

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