The show must go on, Satine!

[mypartnerintime]

Who: Lovers of musicals, and people who are dragged along
Where: 3rd floor tea room
When: Saturday July 9, 8:00pm to 12:30am
Rating: Depends on the thread. Please put warnings as appropriate!
Summary: Two musicals in one night! Moulin Rouge for the people who believe in love stories; Sweeney Todd for the sickos. It's a mingle, so go ahead and post top-level comments and tag around!
The Story:

On Friday, July 8, at around 7:00pm a text goes out to all Wonderlandians Wonderdudes Wonderlies Wonderland people:

Showing Moulin Rouge! and Sweeney Todd tomorrow night at 8:00pm and 10:30pm respectively, at the 3rd floor tea room! Moulin Rouge is a very silly musical about Paris cabaret and love, while Sweeney Todd is a graphic musical about evil^tm and love (when you think about it).

Sorry, but no kids below 13... And if you're watching Sweeney Todd and are below 18, you have to bring an adult who can vouch for your ability to not be seriously disturbed by gore and Johnny Depp. 1 adult = 1 teen only, please! (Yes, Wonderland years count.)

...Come on guys, bear with me here I'm trying to not get in trouble. -_-

Saturday evening comes around and the third floor tea room has been revamped once again! (Yes, it took her twenty-four hours to set this up. Come on, she's one scrawny geek with a lazy punk helper.) It's large enough to accommodate a bigger crowd, with couches, beanbags, and multiple side tables laden with all sorts of snacks (popcorn bowls, hotdogs in buns, soft drinks, juice, and other kinds of typical teenager junk food). A screen has been positioned higher up on the wall so everyone can see it, with a projector discreetly placed on a tall podium near the other end of the room, and speakers hidden throughout the entire area. The air is cold but there's comforters spread around for whoever wants to use them them. The decorations (quite a few curtains!) are gaudy, full of bright colors and shiny small lights, reminiscent of the olden cabarets. Mingling even during the movies is obviously encouraged given the proximity of seats to one another and the altogether underground and casual air of the venue, but if you raise your voice expect a collective annoyed "Shh!" in your direction.

The numerous lights are dimmed (it takes Max a while of fumbling, but she gets it done) in time before the first movie at 8:00pm. It's Moulin Rouge!, the eccentric and charming story of the namesake cabaret in Paris- specifically of a wild (and wildly told) love story that takes place there. Writer turns singer and performer turns lover in this spectacular film!

There's a thirty minute break afterward from 10:00pm to 10:30pm. It's around this time that people not interested in Sweeney Todd would leave- and those interested in the second film would arrive. In all honesty, Max isn't too strict about teens not having adults with them, but do expect at least a light scolding (unless you look intimidating). After all, Sweeney Todd isn't your typical musical. It's gory and gross and makes no apologies- but deep down, you'll find it's actually a story about friendship, romance, and good food!

By 12:30 the show is over. There's some effort on Max's part to clean up, but it's halfhearted because Wonderland will fix it all up anyway. Off to bed with you lot! Or, if you're part of the insomniac club, back to your regular, quiet evening.

[[OOC: Mingle-log! Feel free to make your top-level comments for any point/s in the evening.]]

Comments

Alex Kralie | open, will match whatever format

[rosswood]

moulin rouge

Alex hovers at the back of the place, as always - not his fault he's a walking EMP that will fuck up the screenings if he draws too close - alone, for the most part. That is, unless you're willing to deal with his irritated, pointedly loud commentary throughout the duration of the film:

"That was a good shot! That was a good shot! Why'd you cut away - no, no cut back, you plebians!"

"Does any shot in this movie last more than five goddamn seconds?"

"Another number about love, okay. How original."

"How 'bout you quit ripping off good music, huh? Yeah, I'm talking to you, Blow-Me Wan Kenobi!"

And so on.

sweeney todd

The second film is much more his speed, and Alex is progresses from obnoxious heckler to vaguely interested viewer. He can appreciate the aesthetic, even if it's all a little too Gothic for his tastes. And speaking of tastes...

"Wow, that is super fucked up."

after moulin rouge, before getting chased around the room by max

[brainleak]

[River's seated somewhat near the back, so she is blessedly in full earshot of Alex's heckling. The entire experience is similar to trying to tune out voices of the hallucinated variety while concentrating on the movie, but it's still kind of the worst. Still, she soldiers through and pointedly pretends not to hear him the entire time, staring only at the screen. It's once the credits roll that she turns to him.]

You know there's a special hell for people who talk at the theater?

[rosswood]

[Look, if there's one thing he's learned it's that if people are gonna be privy to his thoughts either way, at least this way he's in control of how it happens.]

Good thing this isn't technically a theater, right?

[brainleak]

You would get out of hell on a technicality.

[And of course Alex Kralie wouldn't let anyone have fun if he wasn't.]

This habit follows you everywhere, Kralie. Always talking shit.

[Yeah, she's keeping that in English for you.]

[rosswood]

Please. I've worked very hard to maintain my reputation for being an asshole. Can't squander that now, can I?

[If people are bent on seeing him that way, no point in pretending otherwise. Never mind that he has complete creative control over whatever persona he chooses to project publicly. that's the way the cookie crumbles, yo.]

[brainleak]

So you talk during movies and get yourself killed a lot? Setting the standard.

[rosswood]

[He scowls.]

It happened twice. Twice is not a lot.

After the movie if that's okay?

[mypartnerintime]

Max makes it a point to approach Alex on his way out. They never really get to talk during the shows because he's always out of static-range, so she'll settle for an after-screening chat.

...That's not to say she hasn't heard (or at least heard about) his loud heckling.

"So what's the verdict?" she asks him. Her tone is casual and nice- she really doesn't want to bring up any of the heavy topics they've talked about recently. Not tonight, anyway.

you know it

[rosswood]

Ooooohhhh right. She probably heard most of that. Alex jams his hands in his pockets and tries to be shameless, and mostly succeeds.

"You heard my beef with your first pick," he says dryly. "Second one, though? Pretty good. Don't think I've seen those where I come from. Probably later down the timeline, or whatever."

[mypartnerintime]

"Pretty sure the tenth floor heard it, too." Honestly, yeaaaah, it was pretty annoying. But then, he showed up anyway, and he didn't walk out. "I don't think the director was going so much for good shots as he was for making you laugh."

...Which obviously didn't work in Alex's case.

"Definitely later down the timeline, by the way. I love Sweeney Todd."

Deep down, Max is actually kind of into those gory movies, especially if they're also not scary.

[rosswood]

"It was all right. I mean, fucked up, but...I can take that in my fiction." Can't get any more fucked up than his life, in any case. So he can take comfort in that. Or mild terror. Whatever.

So he's a loud heckler, so what? Honesty's the best avenue here anyway. "So yeah, one miss, one hit. Not bad."

[mypartnerintime]

"Two hits," she corrects him, with a raised eyebrow. But she backs down pretty quickly with a shrug. "Alright, you didn't like it. I don't really think you're it's target audience anyway... Especially the love story," she adds with a small laugh. "Blow-Me Wan Kenobi, huh?"

[rosswood]

Jesus, yeah, so he has a mouth on him. He's from Alabama.

"Star Wars prequels started coming out," he says, defensively, "so I recognized the guy, that's all. Didn't, uh...know he could sing."

Musicals aren't really Alex's thing. Like, okay, he can appreciate the basic classics on a purely aesthetic level, but the whole oo-la-la sing-kumbaya thing just doesn't do it for him.

after sweeny tood

[endingpoint]

Jane's eyes are still on the screen, even after it's over, and then she glances over at Alex. She'd just sat down to watch and hadn't thought the movie would be...what it was at all and figured she'd be talking to him about it, throughout. Instead, that didn't happen, and now that it's over, she blinks a little.

"Well. That was...violent. I had no idea what I expected but not this from a musical?"

[rosswood]

"Yyyyyeah." To be honest, Alex is a little rattled too, mostly because he wasn't quite expecting that level of violence from a musical, especially when the one prior to that was so obnoxiously saccharine. He blinks a few times, gives himself a shake. No he's not unsettled. He's fine. It was a stupid movie.

"Honestly," he says lightly, "if that was the first musical I got to see as a kid, I think I'd love the genre a lot more than I do."

[endingpoint]

"If that was the first musical I'd ever seen I probably would have stayed away from them. Luckily, it's my second," she says with a small smirk.

"I don't generally love the blood and violence. The story was good though."

[rosswood]

"I've seen worse," he says, with a shrug. "Not usually about the singing and prancing and holding hands and kumbaya-ing. Nice to see something a little different."

And given the alacrity with which he soundly mocked the film prior, it's likely he's got nothing but disdain for that particular musical.

[endingpoint]

"Not a fan of the song and dance portion of musicals?" Jane asks with an amused eyebrow arch.

"This may only be the second one I can remember seeing but I think that's pretty much the broader spectrum of a musical." She's teasing lightly, grabbing a cup of something to drink as they talk.

[rosswood]

He's got no hands-on experience with musicals, honestly, but that first pick of Max's was - well, he's just gonna say it wasn't his favorite.

"Only when it's uninspired crap about true love, and such and such," he says lightly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Not really my cup of tea."

sweeney todd; hope its okay that i still tag!

[mypartnerincrime]

Chloe is on the way to the snack table, when she hears Alex's comment. She stops a few feet from him, thinking about the promise she made to Max. Come on Chloe. This is important to Max. Stop fucking around.

She sighs heavily, and makes her way to Alex. Raising her voice a little so he can hear her over the music, she responds to Alex's comment. "Should be right up your alley then, huh?"

absolutely!

[rosswood]

Oh hey. Didn't see you there.

(That's a lie. He totally did. When you've got hair like that, you tend to stand out.)

Alex pointedly doesn't look at her, staring fixedly at the screen ahead of him with his jaw set. She's trying to get a rise out of him, probably. Maybe gonna see if he'll snap. She's not getting the goddamn satisfaction.

"Hilarious," he deadpans. "Didn't we put our little disagreement behind us?"

[mypartnerincrime]

[Chloe looks at the screen too, deciding not to look at him, unless he looks at her. She doesn't wanna look stupid, talking to someone who doesn't seem to wanna talk to her.

It's taking a lot of effort from her to be as civil as she could be with this guy. Chloe needs to keep telling herself that Alex didn't mean to stab Max. No, thay was just the event. Right?

Right? He'd never hurt her... Not on purpose. At least that's what Max believes. And that's something Chloe must force herself to believe too.]

Yeah I know. But not killing you wasn't enough for Max. She wants me to be nice.

[She makes a face as she says it.]

So. Hear I am. Doing the fucking best I can.

[rosswood]

"Imagine that. Basic decency based on not killing people."

The words are just as self-deprecating as they are bitter, meant as much for himself as they are for Chloe. He's got a long way to go before he even scratches the surface of basic decency.

"So doing your fucking best entails what, exactly?"

[mypartnerincrime]

Chloe immediately fires up. Basic decency my ass. I don't go around stabbing my friends. But she bites back her retort. Chloe knows snapping won't get her anywhere near fulfilling her promise to Max.

Don't rise, Price. Just don't. Think about Max.

So instead, she settles to clenching her fists on her side and forcing her voice to stay cool. "I dunno. Asking how much you liked the show?"

Because under normal circumstances, Chloe wouldn't be caught starting a conversation with someone she doesn't like. Let alone someone she is very close to disliking.

[rosswood]

"It was all right." She's not biting his head off or popping a cap, so he plays it civil. "Not one for that sappy love crap, but the second one's not bad."

Granted, everyone probably heard at great length how much Alex was not about that sappy love crap, thanks to his persistent heckling. Sweeney Todd has a bit more blood than he'd expected from a musical, but there's some good stuff in there, and at least all the songs are original, right.