MOVIE NIGHT | dated to Tuesday afternoon

[goodtobequeen]

Charlie knows she was slacking off. Well, "moping" was more accurate: after Dean and Sam mysteriously vanished, she wasn't in much of a mood to do anything. After all, it seemed like even they couldn't do anything about whatever had kidnapped everyone. So she'd done what any reasonable nerd would do: gotten her closet to give her all the video games she never had time to play, and holed up in her room.

By the end of the week, at least, she was sick and tired of her self-imposed isolation (and Mass Effect, gasp), and with Dean's return? Well, it was something, at least. So she'd finally printed out flyers and obtained some Blurays, which was a little weird after all the downloading she did back home.

By the end of it, the ballroom had been decked out with a four foot tall HD flatscreen and a lot of comfy chairs. Charlie felt a little proud and sheepish all at once; this whole thing wasn't just for her, it was about building a sense of community, helping people relax. And boy, did everyone need that after riddles and monster rampages.


[So, we had a four-way tie, so we're going to do two things now and two next month! The rest of the things on the list will come along after that. That said, the winners are:

Alice in Wonderland and Iron Man! So basically it'll be more like Movie...Afternoon and Evening, starting at 2pm with the more kid-friendly movies (this labelling is questionable) and running to about 10. There will be lots of chairs/couches and a nice big screen, plus drinks and snacks on tables. And popcorn. Lots of popcorn. If you think your character would volunteer to help move chairs and stuff down, feel free to assume they did!]

[so just hang tight until all six category threads are posted, then go wild.]

Comments

[selfrespecting]

[Martha seems to be in this for the long haul, or until she gets tired. She actually did watch the Disney one played earlier, and then she slipped away to grab a snack in the small break between that and the next film, which just happens to be another version of the Wonderland story.

When she wanders back in the lights have already been dimmed, but she still catches sight of Clara sitting toward the back of the room. Martha quirks a smile at her as she takes a seat next to her. She's sure that Clara will be good company for something like this.]

[bossily]

[Clara flips her hand up in a light wave, and leans in to speak in a slightly raised whisper.]

Research.

[It's not so much offered as a reason as to why she's sitting here, but as an explanation for why she seems so narrowly focused on a children's film.]

[selfrespecting]

[Martha hadn't really needed an explanation, but she nods either way, focusing on the screen for a moment as the credits start.]

You know, this must have come out after my time period, since I think I would have remembered a Tim Burton version of this... Have you seen it before?

[bossily]

The children have watched it once or twice.

[Angie especially loves anything Disney related, even if she'd never admit it. So in some way, this film reminds Clara of the girl, which helps her miss the children a bit less.]

I don't think I ever asked. What year are you from, exactly?

[selfrespecting]

[Of course, Clara's a nanny back home. Somehow Martha had forgotten, because she just doesn't really seem like she would be a nanny at first glance. She's curious to know more about how Clara ended up with a job like that, and what the children she takes care of are like.

It would make sense to compare years, though, wouldn't it?] 2009. And you?

[bossily]

2013.

[She says this a bit surprised, despite the fact she's been so far forward and back in time she shouldn't be. 2009 wasn't all that long ago, not really. Her mother had already been dead for four years.]

Think this came out a year or so after your current timeline. [So there you go, Martha, here's something to look forward to. Kind of.]

[selfrespecting]

Just missed it, then. [Not that it's something Martha had really been anticipating or looking forward to. In fact, she hadn't even realized it was coming out. But there is something else...]

You know what I'm really excited for, though? The last two Harry Potter films. [Martha breaks out into a wide smile. Because while she's read all the books now (and cried, just like the Doctor had kind of predicted), she's curious to see how the last of the movie adaptations go.]

[bossily]

[Ah, Harry Potter. This is something that Clara can get behind. She's read those books and seen the films herself, and now she's making sure Artie and Angie take part as well. So she grins and nods eagerly, despite the fact she's already seen the last two.]

Oh, they're brilliant. Especially the last one. You'll cry your eyes out.

[selfrespecting]

You know, the Doctor told me the same thing about the books. When we first met, the last one hadn't come out yet... [Martha smiles, because it's always sort of nice to think back on her times with the Doctor, even though it hadn't always been perfect.

It looks like the film's getting into full swing, though, and so Martha turns her attention to it a bit more. It would be silly to sit down to watch something and then not catch any of it because they're too busy chatting.]

[bossily]

He's read them? [She takes her eyes off the movie and looks over at Martha, clearly amused by this.]

Somehow, I'm not all that surprised. Bet he's sorted himself into a house and everything. [She sighs, as if she's talking about an impish little boy and not an alien that's over a thousand years old. She turns her attention to the screen, though, as Alice is having an important conversation with the Cheshire Cat.]

I haven't actually seen this movie so you might have to take the lead here...

[selfrespecting]

[It's interesting to consider what house the Doctor would sort himself into. Martha almost wants to ask Clara what she thinks he would have chosen for himself. Because the problem is, he could fit into all of them in one way or another.

That's just how the Doctor is. A contradiction hiding inside the body of a Time Lord. Or maybe all Time Lords are that way. Martha's face darkens with the thought, but she does her best to pay attention to what's on the screen.]

oh man I hardly remember it this will be awesome

[bossily]

[There's a fun little tea party with the Mad Hatter and company on screen at the moment, and Clara is all too content to watch in silence.]

I think he's here. [She finally speaks up again, glancing over at Martha.] Harry Potter. I think I spoke with him right after I first arrived.

WHAT HAVE WE DONE time for epic glossing

[selfrespecting]

[From what Martha has seen, the only Mad Hatter here is one who was brought from the outside, Jefferson. It makes her wonder if there's a native one around or not.

When Clara mentions Harry Potter being here, she turns to her and nods.] I heard. I haven't run into him myself, but I did meet a younger Remus Lupin. It's... mad, isn't it? I suppose no stranger than being in a whole place based off a book, but it feels different somehow.

WE CAN DO IT NO PROB

[bossily]

[Clara's frowning deeply now, shaking her head.]

If people like them can be here, what does that say about who we are? [She's given this a lot of thought here recently, much to her dismay.]

[selfrespecting]

[It's something that Martha's considered as well, no worries about that. She thinks it over for a moment before shrugging.]

I talked this over with someone else. We didn't recognize each other, so I think if we are fictional in some time or place, it must not be a very well-known one.

[Martha doesn't think it's something they need to worry over too much. She knows that she's real. She's not going to let this place make her doubt that.]

Think about it. Word travels across the galaxy, eventually the story of the Doctor and his companions becomes more like a myth. People write it down as fiction, and then... [Then reality becomes something else. But it doesn't undermine who they are in any way. What's stranger is realizing that Harry and Hermione and Ron are all real people.]

[bossily]

But they're not myths. They were created.

[She weakly argues, sounding more perplexed and skeptical about the whole situation than anything. She's long since stopped paying attention to the film playing, and is instead focusing upon something from her list of worries since arriving in Wonderland.]

It makes me nervous, thinking about who else from stories we know that could appear here. [There's a lot of horribly powerful beings in myths and all kinds of other books that could pop in and really do a number on everyone.]

[selfrespecting]

[Martha can see where Clara is coming from. Words are powerful things; they can create beings that are more powerful than should be possible. Lord Voldermort, for example. What if he shows up here? What if he's real? He must be, if Harry and the others are, but the thought sends a chill down her spine.]

Is there something in particular you're worried about? [Martha's belief is that they can handle anything if they dealt with the bandersnatch, but they'd only escaped that by solving the riddle. Clara hadn't been around for all of that, so it's not as if she's seen the worst that this place has to offer, either.

As much as Clara might seem uncertain, Martha's convinced she can handle it. She's a companion, it's practically written into her genetic code.]

[bossily]

Oh, only every terrible character from everything I've ever watched or read. But no, nothing in particular.

[She's not necessarily meaning to be negative or worried about this, her mind just goes and goes and there's too much thinking all the time, to the point where things like this are valid concerns that just won't go away.]

[selfrespecting]

[It is a bit on the gloomy side, and Martha frowns over at Clara, but she still ends up nodding. Because it's something worth worrying about.]

Seeing how Lucifer is around, I can't exactly blame you for fretting about it. [Martha sighs and tries to focus on the film, but it's proving difficult. While Lucifer doesn't seem to have caused any trouble thus far, she knows that probably won't last. Then again, maybe Balthazar had worked something out, like he'd said he would try to do.]

[bossily]

Sorry, think I heard you wrong. Did you just say Lucifer is around? As in, actually real and here?

[She's a bit stunned at that. Really. She's wide eyed, eyebrows knit together, mouth formed in a tight line. Oh, this can't be good at all. What's even worse is she didn't already know that herself. She's not as good at figuring things out and knowing things as she thought.]

[selfrespecting]

[Martha feels guilty after the fact for just dumping it on Clara like that, but that's how it had felt to her when she'd spoken with the devil. She's still in disbelief that it actually happened, but she's been trying to process it. Slowly.]

Sorry, but you didn't mishear anything. It's... honestly, I didn't even think angels were real -- you know, except for Weeping Angels, and that's different -- and then they start showing up all over here. Lucifer included. As you would expect, he's a total prat, but it seems like he hasn't caused too much trouble yet. [She doesn't know how long that's going to last, though.]

[bossily]

Angels I'm fine with. Angels protect people. [a pause, and then oh yeah, she remembers Lucifer's story. Every day that goes by here, she meets more and more interesting people. now she's just going to have to seek Lucifer out.]

Usually. But good, no trouble yet. Please tell me someone's watching him to make sure he's not stealing souls at night.

[selfrespecting]

As far as I know, some of his... brothers are keeping an eye on him. I didn't want to get too involved because I already spoke with Lucifer once and worked at his nerves, and... well, I don't have a death wish.

[Martha tries to pick her battles carefully when she can. Lucifer's a bit above her pay grade, but at least there are other angels around to try and keep him in line. Balthazar told her that Lucifer was far stronger than him, but hopefully they've worked out something...]

[bossily]

[Clara is now feeling anxious and fidgety, and all hope of finishing the film is now lost. The thought of Lucifer here, even with his siblings attempting to control him, doesn't sit well with her at all.]

Sorry, Martha, this is going to be a bit rude but... [She reaches over to pat her friend on the arm as she hops up to stand.]

Don't think I'm in the film watching sort of mood anymore. Think I'm going to head to the library, see if there's any books on the devil.

[And how to trap him, control him, etc. etc.]

See you soon, yeah?

[selfrespecting]

[Oh no. This is the last thing Martha had meant to do. She shouldn't have even mentioned anything. Now she's got Clara all worried and worked up and she's ruined the film for her.

Martha frowns, starting to stand as well.] I'm sorry, I... do you want some help with it, then? [Not that she has any clue if the library would be able to help with any of that, but it sounds like a worthy cause and it would seem wrong to just sit around and watch the rest of the film when Clara's heading off to do some actual work.]