[open] you were content to let me shine, that's your way.

[beatupgrass]

Who: Rocket and anyone who wanders into this hot mess
Where: Wonderland's "movie theater."
When: Various points throughout the month of March, except during events. (Catch-all)
Rating: PG-13 for Rocket's mouth, probably
Summary: Rocket doesn't always play Beat the Clock with bombs in the hedge maze or shoot things for fun... sometimes he catches up on Terran pop culture.
The Story:

ᴀ. ɢᴇɴᴇʀɪᴄ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ

We find Rocket seated comfortably in the first row of comfy couches, a bowl of trail mix situated beside him, which he keeps idly reaching his disconcertingly human-like hands into, as he stares at the scene unfolding before him with the look of someone wondering if the movie is going to actually get good if he looks away for a second.

"Bet he's still alive," he mutters, popping a pretzel in his mouth. Unsurprisingly, the killer gets to his feet, limping along and ready to have one last stab- hah- at the quirky killer. "Dippy broad. You're supposed to shoot his face in before you turn your back."

He ends up going through several horror movies and being continuously disappointed in all of them and their lame excuses for twists. He's probably even figured some out way before the ending, and isn't shy about proclaiming his theories, therefore ruining the suspense. He's a bro like that.


ʙ. ɢᴇɴᴇʀɪᴄ ꜱᴄɪ-ꜰɪ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ

If you thought watching horror movies with Rocket was annoying, then wait until you see how he gets with science fiction. Most of it is yawn-worthy to him, having lived in space. More importantly, it's horribly unrealistic. He spends most of the ones he watches flopped in one corner of the couch with his head on the armrest, rolling his eyes.

People watching with him get treated to a raccoonoid in various states of agony, running his hands over his face, muttering things like, "You can't freakin' do that, jackass. You'll burn up your d'ast engines" or "Did they hand a bunch of frickin' children laser guns? Why can't any of these people hit anything?"

But also, occasionally, he'll perk up and you get things like, "Now that's a nicely designed spacecraft. Y'all can imagine that, but you can't legitimately build it? What a waste."


ᴄ. ʙᴇᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ

It's hard to say where Rocket was when this movie began, but right now he's in the middle of the comfy floor pillows with a blanket over his head, staring with wide eyes at the screen. He may or may not be sniffling a little bit as "Wind Beneath My Wings" starts playing.

Look, the story of an unlikely friendship withstanding the test of time and people being selfish and stupid, only for one of them to die really hits home for him. And while he's too manly to admit why it gets to him so deeply, he's not too manly to admit he can be genuinely moved by the film. God, people. He has feelings too, you know.

He definitely spent the entirety of this one engrossed entirely and threatened to shoot you if you interrupted it. Look, he's been thinking about Groot a lot lately. He was bound to find some way to deal with this.

ᴅ. ᴛɪᴛᴀɴɪᴄ

You probably stumbled upon this viewing because Rocket has spent most of it yelling at the screen, ranging from things like "YOU ARROGANT DICK" to "oh my flark- YOU CAN'T GET OUT OF THAT?" and so on and so forth. It's hard to tell whether he's pissed at this movie or worked up because he actually likes the characters and wants better for them. It's Rocket. He's difficult to read.

As it draws to an emotional climax, Rocket is tugging at his ears and looking somewhere between wanting to yell or cry. Or both. "You both could've fit on that d'asted raft! What the hell, Rose?!"


ᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀ. ᴍᴏʀᴇᴀᴜ

This one starts out promising. Plane crash. People duking it out for survival. Iceman from Top Gun is in it. All really great points, but as it goes on, it occurs to Rocket that maybe he should have paid a little bit closer attention to the details. At first, the strange hybrid humanoid animals and the talk of experimentation only make him tense and a little annoyed, but he manages to keep watching, if anything, out of stubbornness, growing continuously more on edge the longer it goes on. He doesn't even make it halfway, however, after a brutal scene involving bringing the Beast Folk into submission through their implants forces him to snarl and slam a hand down on the remote.

Once his fur settles, he tries to play it off. "It was boring anyway."


[OOC: ALSO AVAILABLE FOR WILDCARD OPTIONS if you'd like to force Rocket to sit through your personal favorite movie.]

Comments

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[cloned]

[Kon's brand new superhearing is still a little hard to control, and Rocket's constant criticism of movies is driving him crazy even from several floors up. So finally, he heads down to the library, gets a DVD set, then storms up to the movie theater. He opens the door, walks up to the DVD player and hits eject.]

You want good horror? [He pulls out the first DVD from his set, then holds up the box.] I'll give you good horror.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket leans forward to get a good look at the box. And okay he has no idea what a werewolf is. That hasn't been covered in his pop culture yet and also he's only met vampires here in Wonderhell.]

So it's got a broad with a crossbow. What's so special about it?

[cloned]

Just watch.

[Kon flies over and drops onto the couch.]

Man, I haven't watched from the beginning in ages.

[beatupgrass]

Oh cute. You're invested. [if you think this is going to make him less likely to be critical, you're very wrong.]

[cloned]

Uh, it's only the best show ever. I never missed an episode while it was airing. And my friend guest starred for a while.

[beatupgrass]

Uh-huh. And it's supposed to be legitimately horrific?

[look it's not like he wants to be scared- because only a few things in the known galaxy actually scare him, but if you're gonna call yourself a horror genre, at least bring the horror, not the cheap scares and girls running around screaming as they're ripped apart.]

[cloned]

[Kon rolls his eyes and stands up again, going to the DVD player and swapping out one disc for another.] Some of it's legitimately horrific. Some of it's just really solid storytelling and great characters and it'll make you cry. But if you want horrific..... let's see how you handle Quiet.

[He flies back to the couch and hits play.]

This is legitimately scary, and as someone who fights supervillains all the time? I don't say that lightly.

[beatupgrass]

[he already watched Beaches this week. his crying quota has been met, which is to say he snorts derisively at the idea of storytelling and characters being in any way, shape, or form something he needs in his life right now.

and that title is not doing much to inspire confidence, Kon.] Quiet? Really?

[most of the things he's scared by are not quiet.]

[cloned]

It's starting. You don't know what you're in for.

[beatupgrass]

[he has no idea what he's in for.

and an hour later, he's just... staring at the screen, perfectly silent, looking mildly shellshocked.]

[cloned]

[Kon glances over and smirks. As the names come up in the post-episode credit, he points enthusiastically at one.]

That's my friend. She... never actually introduced me to Wendy. [Dang it, Cissie.] But she's still cool.

[beatupgrass]

[kon he doesn't care. after a few more seconds of tense staring, he finally says, in a voice that's practically a wheeze:]

The hell was that?

[cloned]

You wanted scary. [Kon shrugs.] They're not all like that. Some verge more on hilarious or cheesy or just fun adventurey. But when they go scary, man do they go scary.

[beatupgrass]

It ain't natural for anything like that to be quiet.

[you might have broken him Kon.]

[cloned]

That's… sort of the point. Wendy fights the supernatural. Sometimes that includes well dressed voice-stealing monsters.

[beatupgrass]

[he rubs a hand over the bridge of his snout.] Tell me something, kid. Does this stuff happen on Earth, 'cause I don't know shit about it, but from what I hear about some of the Terrans here, it probably could.

[cloned]

...actually, yeah, it definitely does. I've never met anything exactly like that, but we've definitely run into things on that level of weird.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, this just solidified my desire to never visit that stupid planet. If Quill ever gets homesick? He's on his own.

[one year from now, he'll eat those words.]

[cloned]

Oh, come on, like space is any better. I've been there. You guys have tons of weird too. We had to play baseball for the fate of a planet.

[cisskabob]

Baseball sucks. [Cissie speaks up, coming into the room and leaning against the back of Kon's chair. She smacks him lightly upside the head.] I can't believe you're watching Wendy without me.

[beatupgrass]

That's normal for us. You get that many species out there- of course somebody's gonna do something weird and it's just a cultural thing. Earth's supposed to be harmless and boring.

[he looks up as Cissie enters.] And I don't even know what baseball is.

[cloned]

Who told you that? Earth's crazy.

[He looks up at Cissie and wrinkles his nose at her.]

I can't believe you guest starred and didn't bring me to meet Terri Jewel Jackson.

[STILL. NOT. OVER IT. Ok mostly over it, but he can still complain.]

[cisskabob]

[Cissie rolls her eyes at Kon.] I can't believe you brought me to outer space to play baseball and left me there, so maybe we're even.

[She turns back to Rocket, shrugging.] It's a terrible sport, incredibly boring, and involves hitting balls with bats.

[beatupgrass]

Nobody goes there! I just frickin' assumed. Quill never said anything about that- just that it's got bad movies and worse music.

[shut up rocket you know you love that music.

he looks from Cissie to Kon in bewilderment.] You left her?

[cloned]

Hey, Cassie brought you to outer space. I would have chosen someone who was actually good at baseball. [A beat.] No offense. And you got back to Earth eventually.