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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"The arctic? Was it cold?" Well, duh, Hiro. Then again, he's wondering if global warming is a thing there too -- maybe it's a tropical version of the arctic? With like...penguin beaches.

The explanation about the meat gets a thoughtful nod. "Sushi's good. I dunno how good the fish here is -- isn't there pollution and stuff? And what d'you do about like, not-fish meat?"

"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."

"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."

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."

"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."

"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."

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."

"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 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!!!

Hiro is actually pretty good at the whole sharing thing, even when it comes to his candy, but there's a downside to that -- he's a little shit, and will now dissolve into cackling, leaning against Sam for support because omg.

"That is the best reaction ever!"

Sam laughs herself---though it's nowhere near a cackle---and, almost automatically, settles a hand on Hiro's shoulder as if the little shit might slide to a side and fall. It isn't implausible; his laughter has him shaking hard enough.

"Best reaction, but what's the verdict?"

It's... Embarrassing. And if her face wasn't so busy dealing with the sour she might be blushing. Alas!

"It's... I-It's, um. Really sour. The most sour thing I've ever had!"

New experiences are fun and exciting, Akito, don't feel bad!

...Hiro's definitely not helping though, is he, by dissolving into hysteria and leaning against Sam. Seriously, ignore him, he's a little jerk.

"Okay, though? Or is 'the most sour' too sour? I have some water if you need." Although still amused, Sam sounded genuinely interested in the answer. "And some advice. Don't trust Hiro if he gives you any citrus fruit other than an orange... not that I'd expect him to have or even find fruit to begin with."

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