the morning light shines a lifeline [closed]

[postictal]

Who: Clem, Jay, and Tim
Where: Movie theater
When: 8/12
Rating: PG probably?
Summary: Clem saved their butts and Tim promised her a bad movie night and oh my god Clem i am so sorry
The Story:

[He doesn't actually know what movie Jay picked out, which is probably not the best way to start things out. He's never been one to really trust Jay's intuition on anything, but given that Jay's choosing a horrible movie to watch instead of making a potentially life-threatening choice to enter the woods armed with little more than a camera and some scaldingly good intentions, that's probably the least harmful decision Tim could leave him to make.]

[The movie theater's empty for the next handful of hours, near as he can tell, which is for the best, 'cause he's pretty sure no one else save for a few freaks like them would be technically eager to watch what is bound to be a painfully despicable work of cinema.]

[He hangs back after shooting Clem a text to let her know the time and place, hoping that Jay's technical knowledge of how movies work means he's the most cut out to be the guy to physically set it up.]

Comments

[postictal]

[He's not really okay, but maybe he's approaching it. That's about all anyone can ask for. Especially in the short-term. The spaceships sure as hell look like pie-tins glued together, which is what raises Tim's eyebrows even further. Settles him back in his seat a hair.]

[He will never call Alex Kralie's Marble Hornets the worst piece of cinema ever again. Not now that he's witnessed thisfestering pile of hot garbage. And what's more, Clem raises a good point.]

Wait - were there eight more of these things before this one?

[Or is it just inexplicably called Plan 9 for no reason?]

[burntvideocassette]

[Jay looks over at Tim, wide-eyed. The sheer horror of the concept of eight other Plan 9 movies isn't something the human mind was built to contemplate.]

No. God, no. This is the only one.

[He cranes his neck to face Clementine.]

I don't think they ever say what the others were, but I might be forgetting.

[Chances are he's not, though, given the number of times he's seen this one. It's a classic, okay?]

[The pilot and his wife are back. He tells her to keep safe and lock all the doors, but in true horror movie impending victim fashion, she teases him for being overly concerned. Inevitably, it comes back to bite her (almost literally) when Real Bela rises from the grave Inside the house, though, it's Fake Bela who menaces the young woman. She lets out a real, proper 50s monster movie scream and runs for her life...into the graveyard...which is right next to her house. After a short chase scene that's everything they might expect out of a movie like this, she collapses by the side of the street and is rescued by a passing motorist. She's safe...but for how long? Dun-dun-duuuun.]

[shorthair]

I don't think you'd forget that.

( Clementine says that with amusement, because it's pretty clear he's watched this movie a whole bunch of times. He was quoting the start of it, but okay, she sinks in to watch the rest, eating her popcorn and drinking her soda. )

...holy shit.

( She leans in to watch. ) That scream was pretty good. ( at least pretty classic for screams. )

[postictal]

Who lives next to a graveyard?

[He's making an effort now, and he crunches a handful of popcorn for good measure. Shuffle it all under the rug and let Jay and Clem have something nice for once. Don't put your foot in it this time.]

Seriously, what the hell were they expecting? Is this a sci-fi film or a horror film or...what?

[burntvideocassette]

[Jay grins at Clementine's comment about his familiarity with the plot. If he's honest with himself, he'd rather have a reputation as a bad movie nerd than the reputation he's already got back home.]

[He raises his eyebrows at Tim.]

Maybe the rent was cheap.

[Jay grabs his own handful of popcorn, eyes back on the screen.]

I mean, the genre lines weren't exactly the same back then. A lot of horror had those...I dunno, sci-fi "elements," I guess you could say. [There's a sarcastic edge to his voice.]

[The aliens bring the undead onto their ship and nearly get attacked. ("Turn off the electrodes quickly! They can't tell us from anyone else!")

Back on earth, the police fumble through an investigation of an open grave, which turns out to be...the grave of a former investigator on their team! ("It's Inspector Clay's grave! But he ain't in it!") Which the viewers already know, because he's been lurching around undead for the past fifteen minutes of the movie.]