kismet_loop_logs | Close encounters

Who: Subzero, Hiro, Sam.
What: A chance meeting, away in the woods.
Where: On the path to/from the outdoor theatre in the Northwest.
When: Shortly after Subzero’s leg got reattached.
Warnings: Possibly language. Good job, Sam.

“I’m telling you, a lot of the charm of drive-in theatres---even if ours isn’t strictly a drive-in---is that they’re a little bit old-fashioned. It doesn’t need lasers, and it doesn’t need fireworks, except okay maybe fireworks for special occasions but as those’d be exceptions that’s beside the point.” Sam shook her head and turned up her hands, smiling but still attempting ‘adamant.’ “Point is, instead of a pre-show show there’s social time. Look at opening night! It was nice to have that time free for people to check in with each other, fuss over seats, fuss over snacks, fix some skirts up… Resounding success, and a little like the way movies at the movies used to be.”

She glanced at the path so as to be sure she wouldn’t be tripped by any treacherous roots or rocks before turning her attention (and eyes!) to Hiro, unwilling to miss the teen’s reaction.

“When I was younger, there were sometimes wait screens with trivia, but no ads before a movie began.”

Threaded | Flat

Hiro is in a perpetual state of flailing along, so tripping, windmilling his arms to regain his balance and continuing along are just normal parts of talking a walk, to him. What fun is a brisk ambulation through the countryside without the thread of falling and breaking your face, after all?

But he's coordinated enough to roll his eyes at Sam's little lecture, hopping up to walk along a fallen tree, arms outstretched for balance. "Uhhhh, you lost me at "doesn't need lasers". I didn't even hear the rest of the "in my day we walked uphill both ways and ate beans from a can" stuff."

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