itsjustagamerp | Catching you kids up on real cinema. (Open)

There was only one thing MakubeX could think: "Why haven't I ever watched this before?"

Turning, Harry gave the young man a grin. "Because sometimes we just don't know what we've been missing in our lives until we see it with our own eyes."

"Clearly I've been missing quite a bit." MakubeX stretched, still grinning. "I'll have to show that to my friend Emishi, whenever I get back home. I imagine he's already seen it, though."

"He a fan of classic British comedy? Because if so, I can give a few other recommendations."

"Comedy in general. It's a passion of his."

"It's a good passion to have. Laughter is the best medicine."

"It is." The boy say back with a sigh. "I worry that I hold him back, though."

In Harry's experience, fears like the one the boy had just expressed usually had a story behind them, often an unpleasant one. "Hold him back?"

MakubeX nodded. "He's part of a group that helps keep our home safe. He's fortunate in that he can leave, but his loyalty to his people and to me keeps him there."

Sora had heard through the grapevine that Harry had found this movie, and that it was really good and that people needed to see it. So of course, he had to join in and watch it, since who knew when they were going to find another good movie on this Satellite?

And then, once it was done, Harry asked what they thought of it. "It was really funny, but...I wanted to see them actually storm the French guys' castle at the end! It's like it ended too soon!"

He thought a little more about everything that had gone in. "Also, I didn't really get what was going on in that castle with all the ladies in white."

Truly a good movie in the Satellite of Love was like an oasis in the desert. Yet it seemed they had hit the mother load here, and Harry was only too happy to share his opinions. "Ah, but that's part of the joke. You're expecting a big dramatic climax with a huge battle, but then they just pull the rug out from under you. It's their signature style."

Ah, but things truly were too good to last. Harry opened his mouth to explain that scene as well, right around the time his brain finished processing what the teenager was actually asking about, and then promptly pounded the breaks so fast Harry probably gave himself some swelling of the frontal lobe.

"That scene? Ah, that scene is a bit more, er, complicated."

And as if the universe was conspiring to make Harry facepalm as hard as possible, Pinkie flopped over the back of Sora's seat, scattering the remnants of her popcorn everywhere. "Yeeeeeah, I didn't get that part either!" she chimed in. "And I'm normally really REALLY good at getting jokes! Like the thing with the coconuts, that was HILARIOUS!"

"Ahh, I get it..." Sora said, although he was still a little disappointed. He would have preferred to see the big epic battle, even if it was just them throwing farm animals at each other. "Do they do that on all of these kinds of movies?"

But to Harry's other answer, he just asked, "Complicated how?"

Sora jumped up in surprise when Pinkie flopped over the back of his seat. She had such a habit of popping out of nowhere! Although, he had to agree...to Sora it just seemed like the knight was freaking out that the women wanted to take care of him, and he didn't quite see the humor in that.

"Well, the Python crew were pretty famous for just ending a skit suddenly whenever they felt it had run its course, so I guess it was natural for them to end the film this way too."

Jerking around when a grinning muzzle appeared between him and Sora like a specter of cuddly doom, Harry nearly choked on his own tongue. Oh no, there were not enough facepalms and head desks in the world to cover this particular nightmare the universe had thrown him into. It was probably collecting on the good luck that had lead him to find a quality movie in the midst of a place entirely dedicated to inflicting the bad upon all who inhabit it.

Glancing between clueless teen and innocent pink pony, Harry felt his heart sinking deeper into his stomach by the second. Sure, he'd probably done enough in his life to land himself a one way ticket to hell when he finally bit the big one, but he was pretty sure explaining why a bunch of nuns wanted spankings to these two would cinch the deal.

"Well, you see, uh, how much do you two know about dating?" he managed weakly.

Pinkie seemed oblivious to having startled everyone; she slid over a little more and offered her bag of ridiculously buttery popcorn to Sora as she considered Harry's question. Dating wasn't really something the party pony ever thought about; she was way too busy having fun all the time to worry about colts. "Weeeeeeeell, I've never dated anypony," she said. "Rarity did this one time at a party we went to, but he was a big huge meanie jerkface and she said she was never ever ever gonna talk to him ever again, even if he was a prince and stuff! She broke her pretty glass shoe and everything! So then we all went out for doughnuts instead!"

Sora looked a little surprised when Pinkie offered the popcorn. But he wasn't going to turn down something like that, so he took a handful. Seeing Harry's expressions to their questions was practically like watching another movie, anyway.

And his experience was pretty close to Pinkie's ironically enough...minus the 'huge meanie jerkface' and the donuts. He'd just always been too busy fighting the Heartless to even think about that, and even then, thinking about it just made him a bit flustered, because he didn't know what to think about it.

"Me neither...I've just always been so busy, and I dunno..." he trailed off, not wanting to reveal just how confused he was on the subject, especially when his thoughts wandered to Kairi. "I know the basics I guess."

Between being a master detective and veteran wizard who in no way survived most of his adventures through sheer dumb luck and insane improvisation no siree wherever did you hear that, Harry saw a opportunity out of an impossible situation when he saw one.

And he didn't even have to blow something up to do it. Somewhere Murphy shed a tear of pride.

"Ah, that explains it then," Harry said with a sage nod to hide the fact that it actually kind of didn't. Fortunately it was enough of a half truth that Harry's horrible lying skills might not give him away. "See, the jokes they were using there are the kind you can only really understand if you've been in a relationship, and experienced the feelings it can make you feel." Giving a shrug, he reached over to nab some of Pinkie's popcorn. "Love makes you crazy."

Pinkie tilted her head at Harry as he attempted to explain, considering him with a narrow-eyed expression for a few seconds. She looked almost...suspicious. But a second later her expression brightened and she chirped, "Ohhhhhhh. Okie-dokie!", before burying her head in the popcorn bag again. She came back up for air a few seconds later. "I still don't see why she wanted to be spanked though," she commented idly around a huge mouthful of popcorn.

Pinkie accepted that answer a little easier than Sora did, but she at least brought up something that was still bothering him. "Yeah. What does spanking someone have to do with dating?"

Sora's only experience with spanking was what parents did to their children when they misbehaved (not his parents, though.) And dating was about taking a girl you liked out to dinner and movies or someplace else they liked, plus kissing and maybe more. He didn't quite see how those two things intersected. At least...not in any way that wasn't leading his mind to weird places.

Harry had been wrong before, about going to hell that is. He'd just realized that he was not, in fact, destined for the deep pits, nor been given a one way ticket to the bowels of Beelzebub, nor journeying on some sort of cross country automotive transit network bound for Dante's Inferno.

No, see, you can't be going to hell when you're already there to begin with.

"I..."

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"Look..."

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"Um...the thing is...have either of you played a video game?"

Between all the various things that had been near-constant in Aqua's life in the Land of Departure, there hadn't really been a lot of time for things like movies. There'd been enough for them to find time to watch them every now and then, but only sparingly. Still, she had at least seen enough to have something of a general idea of what most genres were like. This one had been nothing at all like any of the others she'd seen. Not that it been bad though. She'd rather liked it.

"It was good," she answered, with a smile.

The problem with being a hero was that one was always strapped for time, forced to rush from one crises to the next and battle enemies who didn't seem to understand that weekends were meant to be relaxing. Still, one thing Harry had learned very early on was that if the universe wasn't going to give you time to enjoy yourself, then you just had to make time. Otherwise, you risked going crazy or cracking from the pressure.

And certainly nothing took one's mind off things quite like the genre defying antics of Monty Python.

"Glad you think so," he grinned. "Now half the things I say might actually make sense."

Assuming one even had weekends to begin with. Master Eraqus had given them days off, but to hear it from him, training to be a Master was a lifelong struggle and there had certainly been days where it seemed very much like it. But he hadn't ever asked for all of their time, and for that she'd been glad. She doubted she'd have made it nearly as far as she'd gotten without that fact.

"Only half?" she asked, with a faint smile.

Ebenezer McCoy had been the same way, demanding and pushing to teach his wayward pupil that magic was not some end goal, but the journey of life itself, something that kept growing and changing with you until the day you left the world, and even beyond. It was a part of who a wizard was, and like his body, if he ignored it too long it would just decay away.

Still, he had also taught Harry that understanding magic was understanding life, and you couldn't understand life without living.

Pleased he'd gotten a smile out of the serious young woman, Harry just shrugged. "Well, you still haven't seen Star Wars."

Magic had been something different for Aqua. Oh, she'd had to learn it just as much as anyone else had, but there had really only been so much that Master Eraqus had been able to teach her. After that, she'd been largely self taught. It had usually meant frustrating nights over various old tomes and every now and then an explosion, but no matter. It was part of life and that was all.

If it hadn't been for Terra and Ven, she probably never would have had a life outside of the library.

"Star Wars?"

Really, old tomes and explosions were just part and parcel of the life of a wizard, perhaps the only consistent aspects there were, aside from maybe the threat of isolating oneself from the world. That was the threat they all faced, and one they had to overcome in their own ways if they wanted to keep the life from consuming them.

"The single most life changing science fiction film you'll ever see."

Well, she had to admit the idea of the movie sounded interesting enough. And it wasn't like the movie they'd just finished had been bad, so she had to assume that Harry at least knew something about what he was talking about, barring differences in taste.

"Maybe later, then."

Whether or not Harry had taste was up for debate, and would leave pretty much everyone related to him or who he saw on a daily basis in utter stitches if you asked them, but luckily for Aqua he'd decided to start everyone off with the basics. Hammerhands would have to wait for another day.

"It's a-" he almost said date, then something told him that would be a bad idea. Like somewhere ~~in the not to distant future~~ a pony, snarker, and Knight of the Cross were all staring at him reprovingly and shaking their heads slowly. "movie night."

It was most likely a good thing he hadn't called it a date. It would have only given risen to some fairly spectacular confusion, on Aqua's end. Even if her assumption had been right, it wouldn't have made things easier. In fact, it made have made them worse.

Given the hastily adjusted wording, however, she simply nodded. "I'll be looking forward to it."

"Excellent. This time, I'll see if I can track down some malted milk balls."

Xion had never seen a movie before. Between missions, reporting on them, training, and spending time with Roxas and Axel, she hadn't had much time for them. Not to mention that The World That Never Was didn't have movies to be watched. So when Harry had suggested that they watch this one, curiosity had overridden her usual shyness.

She'd liked it, and had thought it was funny. Only one thing confused her. "I didn't understand a lot of the jokes at the French castle.' She paused for a moment. "Or maybe I didn't understand why they're supposed to be funny.

Harry was really glad he'd managed to talk Xion into going to the theater with the rest of them. After their riffing session he'd grown fond of the rather shy young woman in the hood, and had hoped he could get her to open up a little.

Even now, when he found her asking about the one scene of the movie that he should have known going in was going to give him hours of grief. "Ah, yeah, that one. That one will probably be a lot funnier when you're a bit older."

Seriously, had none of these kids gotten the birds and the bees chat?

Xion was glad Harry had invited her. Riffing together had been fun, and Harry seemed like he was easy to talk to. Even if things had been...awkward at certain points in the riffing.

From the way it sounded, she'd hit upon something similar with this question. "Is it like in the experiment with that one word that could mean rooster, too?"

She would have just said the word, but had seemed to make Harry uncomfortable. What was supposed to be so funny about this kind of joke, anyway? Why would she find it funnier when she got older?

Awkward was one word for them, and Harry was beginning to experience the dread that was the realization that perhaps that brand of awkward was becoming some sort of twisted running gag.

Naw, he was probably being paranoid. Although...

No, that quote's been done. Anyway, right now he was very glad he hadn't been eating anything when Xion asked her question, because as it was he somehow managed to almost choke on nothing, and a spittake would have been just undignified.

Hell's bells, if he ever got his hand on the author of that thing, there would be hell to pay.

"Um, pretty much like that, except actually meant to be funny, not...whatever that was meant to be."

Xion hadn't meant for him to nearly choke when she'd asked about that; she'd just been curious. Body parts were body parts, right? Then again, she and Roxas had managed to have the same effect on Axel sometimes; not with the same kind of question, but he'd been surprised when they'd asked what "best friend" meant.

The idea that the same kind of thing could be used to be funny in one instance, and not in another, is a new one to her. "Really? And I'll understand it better when I'm older?"

What was the age he had mentioned--17?

Sighing the sigh of a condemned man, Harry wracked his brain for a way to put things that wouldn't land him having to 'take a seat over there.'

"Basically, the humor is them offering something he knows he shouldn't want, but does anyway. So they keep tempting him, until he finally admits he does want it, after enduring all the frustration leading up to that moment, then when he finally admits he wants it, he gets saved before he can take advantage of the situation."

"Oh, I think I get it now."

Not that she got it totally, but Harry looked uncomfortable, and at least now she knew the reason it was supposed to be funny. Though it sounded kind of complicated--more so than she'd thought at least. She wasn't sure how being rescued just when you were going to get something you wanted was funny, but decided she'd save that question for another time.

Giving Xion a grateful look, he passed her the popcorn as he sank back into his chair.

"Someday I'll explain schadenfreude. I'm pretty sure they have a song about it."

Xion thanked him and happily accepted the popcorn, took a handful, and started munching.

"There's a song about it?" She looked a little surprised. All she knew about music came from Demyx, and he'd never mentioned writing a song about something.

"That was certainly unlike any theater production we have ever seen," Luna replied cautiously. A lot of the movie's humor had flown right over her head.

Chuckling a little, Harry gave the confused pony next to him a apologetic smile. "Well, to be honest, this isn't really typical of most movies. You need to know about human history to get a lot of the jokes."

"Well..." Luna tapped a hoof thoughtfully on the ground. "We were amused by the part with the rabbit."

Harry tried not to think about what it meant for a midnight black mare with a booming voice to find a rabbit tearing men apart amusing. Besides, Luna seemed really sweet, just...not totally with it socially all the time. Sort of like Harry.

"That's one of the classic scenes. You're totally expecting some terrible monster, and then, bam! They hit you with the killer rabbit." Harry paused and thought, "Frankly, I sort of wish more of the monsters I fought were a bit more adorable. It would make them easier to handle."

Luna laughed. "Yes, we can imagine so. But, then again, would it really? Would it not make thou more hesitant to destroy them?"

Harry just shrugged, looking a tiny bit awkward. "Well, if I have to destroy it, then it's already given me reason past its fluffy exterior. I mean, I don't like hurting bunnies and such, but if someone's gonna try and hurt me and mine, well I'll just pretend it's one of those really obnoxious purse dogs that bites and pees on everything.

The point is, I've had to fight some really weird stuff in my time."

"Thy experience has given thee great wisdom," Luna said, still rather amused. "And great courage, it seems."

That made Harry have to laugh in the awkward way people who aren't used to complements laugh.

"Funny, those aren't the adjectives most people apply to me."

Shepard might not have known some the more referential jokes and the humor was a little too flat for her taste at times, but it did earn a few smiles and chuckles. When it finished, her green eyes turned to the host. The man was definitely impressive in height to say the least. She was too used to the conformity of averages that 20 years of genetic modification had done to her own people.

She gave Harry a small, but genuine grin with her legs taking the chance to cross each other. "It was good...even if a little corny in some areas."

She turned her head a little in mused curiosity. "I take it this movie is from your time?"

Harry, on the other hand, was more than used to shorter women who looked like they could kick his ass into next week. That was 99% of the women he knew by this point.

Returning his own grin, a mix of sharp wit and almost boyish glee, his elbows resting back on the seat. "That's actually intentional. Believe it or not, this was pretty subversive when it was made, and a lot of films copied its style over the years."

He gave a half nod. "Sort of. It was made when I was a lot younger, but its lasted over the years. Especially its quotes. You can have a whole conversation of nothing but."

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