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 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 12:26 pm
Gale was following alongside Mark with an expression that indicated he was entirely suspicious of what was happening but wasn't entirely sure how to go about throttling the Division Assistant without attracting too much attention in a public mall.
He swatted Mark's hand away from his head, inwardly pleased at the fact that he'd grown all of an inch and a half. The glasses were taken with a narrow-eyed look, Gale looking from them, to the ticket-person-slash-also-Jedi, to Mark, to the giant sign, and then back again.
"What," he said, "is happening? What is going on, Mark, why are we here - what - are we actually going to see a movie?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 12:35 pm
"All will be revealed in due time, my padawan," repeated Mark, purchasing popcorn with a crumpled ten dollar bill. "Extra butter please."
That was probably referring to the popcorn, and not Gale, sometimes it was hard to tell who Mark was addressing.
There was a giant sign that said "STAR WARS MARATHON VIEWING LINE BEGINS HERE" which was pretty much impossible to avoid. In line were a bunch of civilians dressed in normal wear, and then a larger population of people dressed up like Mark and Gale were. The Death Assistant exchanged brief eye contact with the next costumed people in line, which was apparently a very significant exchange between the socially recluse as they made space for the two in said line.
Mark checked his watch. "This isn't a movie this is an experience. This is your graduation." He paused. "What do you think of episodes I to III? "
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 9:04 pm
Gale had only seen one and a half of the Star Wars movies, and neither one had extra butter in it, so it took him a moment to realize what Mark was actually saying and who he was saying it to.
He also wasn't sure whether or not he could roll his eyes any harder.
At least he felt marginally less awkward dressed like this when there were other people wearing similar attire. The flush to Gale's cheeks hadn't quite abated, but now it was more due to exasperation as he stepped up behind Mark, eying the two people they had just cut off.
His brows constricted together.
"Graduation from what exactly? And I dunno, I've only seen about half of the second. The first one was okay, I guess."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 10:06 pm
"Oh good because we're skipping those and going directly to the good stuff, you know Episodes IV to VI. Remastered even. Don't you even start about Han shooting first though."
Mark wiped his 3D glasses and put them on, despite the movie having not started yet. "Anyway, after this nine hour movie experience you will finally have graduated from a padawan to a true Jedi, one who is with the Force. One who finally will become one day, a Jedi Master."
He put a hand on Gale's shoulder as he said it and turned his head slightly to one side, as if extremely moved by what he just said.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2017 5:39 pm
Gale opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again, then finally said, "Okay, I won't."
Which also meant "I don't know what on earth you're talking about."
"Wait - did you say - nine hours? We're going to sit here for nine hours?" Gale was staring at Mark and trying not to take those 3D glasses and throw them into the aisle next to them. And also not to stab them into Mark's fingers on his shoulder, which was equally tempting.
"Nine. Hours. Mark. Why."
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 10:27 pm
Mark looked scandalized. "Jedi training doesn't just happen in a day, padawan." Actually nine hours were technically in a- "Patience, and you will be rewarded."
It seemed the line up ahead was finally moving at a brisk pace, and Mark had somehow managed some conversation about Federation trade paths during the original arc with the people in front as they slowly trickled into the theatre. It was to be noted it was a tiny theatre too, and just about everyone did not smell quite that great.
kuropeco AT ANY POINT GALE CAN TRY TO ESCAPE. ROLL 1d6. IF HE ROLLS 1, he escapes, otherwise the torment continues.
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kuropeco rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 10:05 am
Gale said, without much hope, and with more than a little suspicion, "Isn't Federation Star Trek?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 7:58 pm
"Just eat your popcorn," chided Mark,"leave the grown-up conversation for adults." He passed Gale a kid's popcorn box, where he had gotten it from, nobody knew. There were probably about two bites worth in the entire box.
The lights dimmed, everyone cheered in a fit of sweat and odor, and the opening commercials began to play, something about the new Ford Forcus with a bunch of models posing and smiling. Mark had somehow finished his popcorn and now was eating out of Gale's share.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 10:18 pm
"If I'm a child, then what are you?" Gale hissed, eating a handful of popcorn kernels with probably more aggression than popcorn kernels should ever be eaten. He was trying very hard to breathe only through his mouth, but that was proving to be a little difficult.
He swatted Mark's hand away from his rapidly disappearing snack.
"Stop that. Mark. Let's get out of here."
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 10:53 pm
"Your Jedi elder- oooh quiet trailers are starting."
The trailers lasted at least an arduous fifteen minutes, mostly featuring animated features about talking animals and babies. And one obligatory trailer about Spiderman. "Put on your 3D glasses," hissed Mark, as the people behind them coughed loudly.
kuropeco Mark is VERY preoccupied, you can use this time to escape if you want, or enjoy the movie!
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 6:40 pm
Gale got slightly distracted by the trailers, if only because he couldn't actually remember the last time he'd watched a movie. But he was not about to sit here for nine hours, least of all in a theater that smelled sort of like if feet and popcorn were fused together.
He put the 3D glasses on, but waited approximately thirty seconds, then tried to creep out the end of the aisle.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 10:39 pm
Mark was entirely distracted, and then grumbling about how the movie trailers explained the entire movie, he wouldn't notice Gale was missing for quite a while, only that there was more popcorn for him to eat.
Outside it was still quite bustling, and most of all there was freedom-
- and no portal home. But there was a great big mall with hundreds of stores, so at the least, maybe Gale could come out of the whole experience well dressed.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 9:26 pm
He'd managed to get out -
- into a mall. Into the mall he'd been in, and there was no portal, and too many people and - now what?
Gale tried to see if his phone would work, then tried to see if he could go back the way he'd come.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 11:05 am
Unfortunately his phone did not have reception, and there was no portal in sight, leaving Gale with however much money he physically had on him.
After what seemed like intensive wandering, Gale would almost bump into someone who decided stopping suddenly in front of him was a good idea. They turned around, looking familiar even despite their all black-black eyeliner- mascara setup.
"Came to pick you up," the person said glumly, looking a lot like Oz. "Your turn on duty. It's been five hours." It wasn't actually five hours since Gale had left, Oz just liked exaggerating for the sake of doing so.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2017 4:56 pm
Gale, after turning out his pockets, had approximately fourteen dollars and forty-two cents in American money, and, inexplicably, since he hadn't been back to the UK in quite some time, four Euros. He stuffed it all back into his pockets and kept wandering, determined to find a portal.
Or a smoothie stand.
The smoothie stand was easier, and he wound up with a banana-strawberry something or other that was, fortunately, not held in front of him when he ran into - literally - a familiar looking, mopey Death hunter. Gale staggered back a few steps, staring with narrowed eyes because one never knew.
"Oz?" he said suspiciously. "What duty?"
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