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Max Caulfield ([personal profile] mypartnerintime) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2016-02-13 07:42 am

Next stop, the Twilight Zone!

Who: Max and OPEN (especially whoever is watching X-Files/Twilight Zone)
Where: One of the tea rooms on the ground floor, converted into a home theater
When: Evening of February 11 (what are timezones idk)
Rating: Let's go with PG to be safe?
Summary: It's a mingle! With cool TV shows! What could go wrong!
The Story:

She'd sent out the invite, but just to be sure she also put up another text to the network: "Ground floor tea room, 8pm for Twilight Zone and X-Files!" By 8:00 she'd set up a wicked home theater, with a massive TV and top of the line sound system. Hooray for unlimited and magical closets, though how that TV fit in one will forever be a mystery!

The tea room had expanded to accommodate a larger than normal crowd. There's a big couch along one wall, bean bags spread around, and throw pillows on the floor. A long, low coffee table is situated in reach of most places, on top of which Max has laid out some pizza, chips, and soda.

Finally, to get just the right atmosphere, the room is slightly cold (though there are blankets around) and the lights are dimmed so that shadows seem to jump around as the shows run their course on the TV.

What shows, you ask? She decides to play them in this order:
Twilight Zone's The Monsters are Due on Maple Street
Twilight Zone's Five Characters in Search of an Exit
And finally, X-Files' Bad Blood

All in all, it's a few hours' worth of interesting, amusing, and sometimes downright disturbing TV.

[OOC: Max's invite was more popular than I expected, lol. I thought I'd put this up in case anyone wants a mingle! Feel free to post a top level comment about what your character is doing, and comment around. :D]
fulllifeconsequences: (Where I could be all you would need)

[personal profile] fulllifeconsequences 2016-02-13 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Chara comes early. They made a promise, after all, and they don't want anyone else to see. They wouldn't even let Max see, if they didn't think they could get something useful out of what Max thinks is worth photographing. Memories are valuable. A stupid doodle is nothing.

When they show up, they fiddle nervously with their sleeve. Like there's something up it. Or maybe it's just nerves! But never mind that. They have a crumpled sheet of paper in their hand, too. They make sure to keep their promises.

They put a smile on.

"Greetings, Max."
fulllifeconsequences: (If they're just too young)

[personal profile] fulllifeconsequences 2016-02-13 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't want anyone else asking about this. I only promised to show you," Chara explains. "If someone else sees, then they might make fun of it."

Not like Chara actually cares. Creatures who can't feel anything certainly don't have to worry about getting embarrassed. Which sorta makes how scrunched-up and wrinkled the paper they're holding is... well, it makes it a little funny, doesn't it? The least damaged of all their attempts, actually. They tried to toss together some stupid, simplistic flower, just like they used to draw, but the childishness of it... no, they couldn't bear it. They're not a kid anymore. Maybe they never were a kid!

So instead, they offer something a little less sincere. Maybe kind of creepy. But maybe they'll get an interesting reaction, so there's that. "I got a little shy about it," they explain. "I scribbled out everything I drew. I even scribbled this one. Silly of me, right?"
fulllifeconsequences: (* A perverted sentimentality)

[personal profile] fulllifeconsequences 2016-02-13 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Chara knows when a smile has to be a conscious effort. Oh, they know. They see it written all over that response. And they smile, and smile, and smile. They smile so much, they almost burst into giggles right then and there. But that wouldn't be at all appropriate, would it? No, it'd be creepy.

About as creepy as explaining who this flower in particular is. About as creepy as explaining that actually, it would make an awful lot of sense if they had something against flowers, because they still remember the horrible bitter taste of chewing up petals and the burning of their throat, their tongue, their stomach all blistering, they still remember gagging and coughing and retching and--

Well! That's not a very nice thing to talk about at all.

"Yes. Maybe next time. Thank you for not laughing." They crumple the picture up and shove it away in their pocket. "I'll do a little better next time! What about your pictures? You brought some, did you not?"
rosswood: (what'd you shoot this with a potato)

ota

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-02-13 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Alex gets as far as halfway into the room before the video screen starts to glitch a bit, and a few more steps in reduces the entire thing to white noise.

Oh. Right. He'd almost forgot the debilitating awfulness that comes from living with this weird-ass technological curse hanging over his head. Too many run-ins with a faceless monstrosity seems to have left him permanently tainted, and therefore an instant mood-killer at movie parties. Joy.

He sighs. "Jesus Christ."

He appropriates one of the bean bag chairs and drags it over to the furthest corner of the room where, mercifully, his electrostatic radius doesn't seem to be interfering too much with what's happening on screen. He wants some goddamn Twilight Zone, damnit, and he's not about to let some dumb nonsensical thing that happened to him months ago mess that up. He just...has to watch it at kind of a distance. That's all.

With few exceptions, anyone who draws near to his isolated corner wayyyyyyy in the back of the room will be pinioned with a fierce glare. This here is his little patch of isolation. You can run along and find your own.
fulllifeconsequences: (Must be some kind of abstinence)

shush these are beautiful words :9

[personal profile] fulllifeconsequences 2016-02-13 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Chara's... well, they're definitely a lot of things, and none of them are good. But they're a perceptive kid, and they intend to get every last little bit that they can wring out of these photos. They linger on each in turn, maybe a little too long; the silence must be uneasy for someone shy about showing their work. It doesn't take that much time or scrutiny to tell if a picture is pretty or not, but Chara doesn't care about prettiness. They want to see what they can glean about Max.

First, these seem to all be Wonderland photos. Nothing about who she used to be. A little unfair, Chara thinks, since the drawings of flowers were very much who they used to be. But then, the drawing they actually gave was very much who they were now, was it not?

They recognize the first photo as the same hall they arrived through. How old is the shot, they wonder? She looks cold. A little damp. Chara remembers being freezing all over, waking up after having been laying in snow long enough to soak their back through. The nervous look on her face is notably out of place on a selfie.

The second, they almost don't recognize, but they see the mansion grounds framed by the window. This must be the shape her room took. Very different from the one Chara shares with Frisk, but if they change to meet their inhabitant's needs, that's not surprising. It's cozy. Modern. 201X modern, anyway -- what year even is it anymore? To be expected, if Max knows about things like polaroids and the X-Files. ...Looks cozy. Chara wonders briefly if that laptop can get internet here. But that would be silly, wouldn't it?

The third... they linger a little longer. They stuck to the forest the whole time they were in Gravity Falls. Made more sense to take their chances with the wilderness than with a crowd of human beings. They don't know the other person in the picture, and they don't recognize the tourist trap they stayed away from. Max looks happy... maybe this one is from before Wonderland?

"...What's this one from?" They finally ask, holding the third photo up.
fulllifeconsequences: (* No one will ever love them)

[personal profile] fulllifeconsequences 2016-02-14 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I went into the forest and didn't look back. I don't care much for..." Humanity. Adults. Crowds? Don't be creepy, Chara. "...I don't care much for tourist traps. I love getting lost, though."

They look at the last photo again, closer this time. The mirror's reflection mostly seems to reveal exactly the kind of garbage they'd have expected to see at that pointless shack. Fake monsters, shams. Lies. Trash that only exists to gouge money out of people. What was the point of going? Let alone twice? Maybe the fake monsters just felt more safe and comforting than the real ones out in the forest.

Chara shuffles the photos over, holds up the first one -- the selfie with the worried air. "I like this one best. You don't look happy, but it's... warm. Your face isn't hidden." They stack the pictures neatly together, then hold them out. Return them in the same order, tidy, undamaged. "But the third is nice too. Is the guy in the shot your friend?"
krmvgivv: (dip3)

Dipper | ota

[personal profile] krmvgivv 2016-02-14 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Dipper is... a terrible person to watch things with. Between his experience with real supernatural occurrences and being himself younger than good computer animation, he tends to be very critical and talkative, though he mostly keeps it to whoever has the misfortune to sit near to him.

He's... better when it comes to X-Files, partly because he really is a fan of his world's Y Cases, and partly because it turns out Dana Scully is just as attractive as Donna Skilly and Dipper really likes redheads. Especially smart ones that are as skeptical as he is and solve mysteries, even if she doesn't believe in the supernatural.

Honestly, as much as he's always reluctant to admit the non-his world versions of things are good, he has to admit, X-Files is pretty awesome.
rosswood: (that's not tomato juice)

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-02-14 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunately, Max is one of those exceptions. Alex must've chosen a convenient time to walk in, because he's not super about broadcasting his little inadvertent talent all over the damn place whenever he enters a room. Hopefully it'll have just added to the spooky atmosphere, and no one will be the wiser.

"Fancy that," he says dryly. Almost like he accidentally starred in a Blair Witch Project of his own, featuring his own personal worst nightmare.

But, whatever. He's not here to discuss that. He's here to watch spooky things. He accepts the bag of chips and digs in. "Guess I wasn't thinking, so, yeah. Keeping my distance from the big screen."
fulllifeconsequences: (* It's a snow poff.)

[personal profile] fulllifeconsequences 2016-02-14 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Wow, really? I was scared out of my wits when I got here. But you already know that, don't you?" Scared. That excuses the knife, right? That makes it a bit more okay? Surely. Surely it does... doesn't it? "I'd say you took your arrival pretty well, then." If she thought to record it, then that seems smart. Leaves evidence behind, some clue for when someone comes looking for you. If someone comes looking for you. If someone notices you're gone. Well, the sentiment's a nice one, anyway. At any rate... that must make Max fairly new, too? Couldn't have been a balmy summer day when she arrived, at least.

Maybe that's useful. Someone who seems to... well, not like Chara, but tolerate them? If she's been here longer than Frisk or Sans, maybe her voice would hold more sway around here than theirs. Maybe she'd vouch for Chara. Maybe.

Something to consider. Something else to consider: Max's connections. This Alex guy, right? He's gonna be here. A bunch of humans will, probably. Boy, wouldn't it be easier if Chara could see them all as potential assets?

"He looks nice," Chara announces, even if they really don't think so at all. Just one of those things you say to be polite. Like a good kid. "Maybe I'll say hi to him too."
Edited (WHAT ARE NAMES) 2016-02-14 03:09 (UTC)
rosswood: most of them could tell you their favorite radiohead song (if you lined up every white person)

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-02-14 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
That's a little easier to grok. He grins appreciably, leaning back.

"Picked some solid classics. I'm impressed." He may or may not have a few early memories of hiding behind the sofa as he watched the black-and-white mysteries unspool on the screen. Brings back good memories. "Looking to rope in some new fans?"
fulllifeconsequences: (Yeah you know)

[personal profile] fulllifeconsequences 2016-02-14 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Wowie! What luck! Here Chara thought they'd be the only kid who bothered to come watch some old cheesy TV. And yet, here's Dipper. Their number one fan.

Throughout the Twilight Zone, Chara behaves. Sits quietly on a beanbag chair, away from anyone else. By the time they've all moved on to the X-Files, though, they're being a little less good. More interested in watching the audience than watching the show. People make the most interesting expressions sometimes.

They get up to get a handful of chips, but they don't bother returning to their seat. They drape their arms over the back of the couch, right over Dipper's shoulder. Proximity sure is great, huh?

"Wow, what's-her-face is pretty cute, huh?" Chara announces.
singloversing: Into the Ocean - Blue October (For a spotlight give me something)

Wirt | OTA

[personal profile] singloversing 2016-02-14 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Wirt should probably be a little more concerned when Dipper turns up to his room and just drags him to things. He hadn't really been paying attention to the network, but even if he had been he probably would have assumed this invitation wasn't meant for him. But Dipper had turned up at his door and literally grabbed his arm and dragged him along and Wirt didn't question it much. Dipper said he'd explain and that was enough, probably.

Once he's there though, he's kind of glad he came. He's always really liked the Twilight Zone, and though he's a few years shy of being able to watch the X-Files (from what he's gathered, it won't even start airing until he's in college) and has no context as to who anyone is, it's a pretty good episode from what he can tell. He can be kind of a wimp about horror, but well-written science fiction is an entirely different story. The Twilight Zone is exactly the kind of show that can get in his head and make him think about life and human existence for days afterwards, and he's the kind of person who enjoys having his world shattered by a good story.

Rather than take a seat on the couch or a beanbag for himself, he claims one of the pillows and sits right on the floor, leaning back against the couch. He's polite enough to take off his pointy hat (leaving behind some awful pointy hat hair), even though he's sitting low enough that it's not actually in anyone's way.
fulllifeconsequences: (Why is it so hard to speak)

[personal profile] fulllifeconsequences 2016-02-14 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh?" They look up at Max, paying a little closer attention. They knew the roundabout, tactful way people talked. They knew human nature. They were sure that stilted single sentence told them everything they needed to know.

But they ask anyway. "Why's that? Is he not that nice after all?"
rosswood: (all they'd find would be teeth)

[personal profile] rosswood 2016-02-14 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"You should do one of those cult films sometime," he says with a smirk. "You know, Rocky Horror or some shit, bring toast and hot dogs for everyone to throw at the screen." He has no idea what Max's take on underground films is, though Alex is exactly the type to take his movies way too seriously because he is an artiste.

He's got a good vantage point of the rest of the room from where he is. He recognizes Mini-Jay, and Gnome Kid is unmistakable with his big pointy dunce hat. "People seem to be enjoying themselves."
singloversing: Two Birds - Regina Spektor (Two birds on a wire)

[personal profile] singloversing 2016-02-14 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Wirt sighs as the first Twilight Zone episode ends. During the show he shushed Dipper a couple times from where he was on the floor, because seriously just watch the show. It's especially frustrating as someone who's seen every episode and knows exactly what happens, because he knows that if Dipper just watches it instead of analyzing out loud and critiquing the production value he'll get all of his questions answered. To a degree it feels like watching almost anything with Greg, but that's more because Greg has no attention span, being six and all.

Now that it's over though, Wirt's rolling his eyes.

"I mean...yes, technically it was aliens in the end, but that's like not the point at all," he says.

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