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

[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.

[mypartnerintime]

Yeah, she can tell. Max finds musicals pretty cool- you get some really awesome and unique songs from some of them. Admittedly, the stories she likes lean way more toward Sweeney Todd than Moulin Rouge! but the latter film is good for a lot of laughs.

"Me neither. Hey, if one day we do The Rocky Horror Picture Show, you're gonna back me up right? Because I doubt anyone will get what's going on with that one... or why there are water pistols and stuff lying around."

[rosswood]

"Oh hell." He laughs at the mental image there. Jesus, how long ago was it when he saw that the first time? "Yeah, all right, the audience participation makes it worth it. People here like their costumes anyway. You could probably make it a whole thing."

Alex, on the other hand, has filled his quota for dress-up for the year, with the completion of that Summerween hellfest.

[mypartnerintime]

Oh, the costumes. That just reminders her of Summerween and all the awkward. She hesitates before continuing, determined to keep the topic on more pleasant things.

"We'll have to make instructional brochures or something. When to throw rice at the screen. Why you need rubber gloves."

The thought is enough to make her grin.

"Honestly though, I doubt there'd be enough obsessed geeks here to pull off an actual extravaganza."

[rosswood]

Yep, just gonna casually steer the conversation away from Summerween and any related guns being pointed in faces. He regrets bringing it up, a little bit, but there's no helping it now.

"I dunno. You could probably hold a Star Trek viewing and bring all the geeks out of hiding. Or bring out peoples' inner geek, whichever." Carefully neglecting to mention whether or not he has an inner geek at all, because he definitely does doesn't, thanks. He's cool.

[mypartnerintime]

Geek and cool aren't necessarily mutually exclusive! Though Max herself isn't so great an example. Though, more than Alex, she accepts her inner geek.

"I dunno. Star Trek feels like asking for too much."

[rosswood]

"You got plenty of sci-fi types here, right? Maybe it'd be like a kick in the pants to them, who knows?" He shrugs, nonplussed. He pretty much gave up on not offending people the moment he landed here.

"Or just pop in the original Star Wars trilogy, school people on the delicate art of explosions in space. Classic. You know?"

[mypartnerintime]

To give up on something, you actually have to try it first. Max is pretty sure he never made it that far.

"...Alex you're such a geek," she says (not ironically at all!). "What we should really do is tighten our belts and show Plan 9."

[rosswood]

That actually prompts a full grin out of Alex, along with a brief bark of laughter.

"Oh my god. Yes. Yes. No, now you can't even joke about this. It has to happen."

Bring popcorn for the hecklers to throw at the screen. Cackle wildly at the absurdity of the entire thing. Just devote an entire night to horrible movies.

[mypartnerintime]

"People will walk out in the first ten minutes." Yeah, that opening spiel? Worthy of empty theaters everywhere.

"Or." Can you hear the cogs turning in her head? "Or we tell people to show the most terri-good movies they can think of, and we have a competition about it. It'll be like the Sundance Film Festival, but made out of fail."

[rosswood]

"That's even better." He likes this plan more and more every minute! "I mean, with all the variation and stuff, there's gotta be horrible movies that we've never seen from other universes, right?"

And man, does he collect bad movies like...like something that warrants collecting. Yeah. That metaphor died an undignified death, don't judge him.

[mypartnerintime]

Wait, wait, bad movies is one thing, bad movies by aliens would probably be just plain bad. Not even worth collecting for a certified bad movie collector.

"As long as it's actually fun, I guess." She lets out a yawn. "But right now I'm totally beat. Setting this up was hard."

[rosswood]

"Yeah, I don't blame you." He rolls his shoulders in a shrug. He's...probably pretty tired himself, but he's not likely to sleep for a while yet. He's not fond of sleep by design. Not anymore.

"I'll catch you later then, yeah?"

[mypartnerintime]

"Later, yeah." She looks around the room, at all the mess. She should probably at least try to fix it up a bit. "I'll head off after I pretend to clean up." Not that she expects him to help. "See you!"

[rosswood]

He tosses her a two-fingered faux-salute on his way out the door. Hah, no way is he helping either. He didn't organize this little shindig!