[if he doesn't like the cart, he can take it up with Mana for putting it there. She'd only been trying to give them An Authentic New York Experience, after all. You can't blame a girl/bird/bat/cryptid for trying.]
Let's have a look.
[Norman pads up to the poster: a small band of people dressed in medieval clothes, brandishing weapons and shields as lines of orange computer text flank the outside margins. "Feberdröm," the poster proclaims in sweeping script. Norman leans in and squints: thankfully not at the woman in the chain mail bikini or her leather armor-clad companions,but the tagline.]
"Their story is over. But their lives are just beginning." ... That tells me absolutely nothing.
For now, though, he'll focus his attention on the poster, taking in all the curious little details. What is with those outfits? See, this is why he's more of a docudrama person. Believable, historical accuracy beats nonsensical fiction any day. He'll try not to be too much of a buzzkill, though. Rosie's already given him enough earfuls about that in the past.]
It looks like Conan the Barbarian, but with a grander budget.
[a snort of laughter] You say that as though either of us would have actually sat through Conan the Barbarian.
[Norman turns to the person manning the box office] Excuse me, what can you tell me about this?
"Oh, it's the number one movie in Bavan, has been all month. It's about these people who find out that what they thought was their whole real life was just one gigantic dream, and they have to figure out how to wake up. People who like just about all kinds of movies have come out saying they loved it: action movie fans, philosophical indie drama types, sci-fi people..."
[Fair, he's never sat through it. He's caught glimpses of it, though. It was a thing.
He listens to the plot summary with a light frown, his gaze straying towards the poster again. So the odd outfits are part of the dream they have to wake up from, right? That must be what it is. Alright, now he can tolerate it more.]
... Putting it like that, that doesn't even sound half bad.
[it's a little noise of agreement, as he gives the poster a second thoughtful look of his own. he raises an eyebrow, glancing at Otto out of the corner of his eye]
You wanna try it? Been a long time since I've been to a movie.
[Tempting... Very tempting. One of the tentacles is already inching closer to the ticket booth, as if to say "go for it!" Otto hesitates, though, his gaze going from the poster to the ticket booth, then on to Norman.]
... No word from Peter yet? [What if something happens and they're too busy seeing a movie to react?]
Yes and no ... it looks like he's having difficulty getting good reception.
[he looks up at the marquee, then texts Peter back, hunting-and-pecking at the little screen, making faces when he fat-fingers a letter or two and has to fix it]
Next show doesn't start for another fifteen minutes or so. And I'm sure it'll be showing again tomorrow if we have to leave to help Peter.
[Hmmm... Does the reception problem imply that Peter's still in Ryslig? It'd make sense if the smartphones were struggling to connect to a network based in an adjacent universe. And if he is in Ryslig, is he better off there?
Otto hums thoughtfully, standing up a bit straighter.]
Then, let's give it another ten minutes and buy the tickets if there's no clear sign of trouble.
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Let's have a look.
[Norman pads up to the poster: a small band of people dressed in medieval clothes, brandishing weapons and shields as lines of orange computer text flank the outside margins. "Feberdröm," the poster proclaims in sweeping script. Norman leans in and squints: thankfully not at the woman in the chain mail bikini or her leather armor-clad companions,but the tagline.]
"Their story is over. But their lives are just beginning." ... That tells me absolutely nothing.
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For now, though, he'll focus his attention on the poster, taking in all the curious little details. What is with those outfits? See, this is why he's more of a docudrama person. Believable, historical accuracy beats nonsensical fiction any day. He'll try not to be too much of a buzzkill, though. Rosie's already given him enough earfuls about that in the past.]
It looks like Conan the Barbarian, but with a grander budget.
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[Norman turns to the person manning the box office] Excuse me, what can you tell me about this?
"Oh, it's the number one movie in Bavan, has been all month. It's about these people who find out that what they thought was their whole real life was just one gigantic dream, and they have to figure out how to wake up. People who like just about all kinds of movies have come out saying they loved it: action movie fans, philosophical indie drama types, sci-fi people..."
Huh...
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He listens to the plot summary with a light frown, his gaze straying towards the poster again. So the odd outfits are part of the dream they have to wake up from, right? That must be what it is. Alright, now he can tolerate it more.]
... Putting it like that, that doesn't even sound half bad.
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[it's a little noise of agreement, as he gives the poster a second thoughtful look of his own. he raises an eyebrow, glancing at Otto out of the corner of his eye]
You wanna try it? Been a long time since I've been to a movie.
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... No word from Peter yet? [What if something happens and they're too busy seeing a movie to react?]
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Yes and no ... it looks like he's having difficulty getting good reception.
[he looks up at the marquee, then texts Peter back, hunting-and-pecking at the little screen, making faces when he fat-fingers a letter or two and has to fix it]
Next show doesn't start for another fifteen minutes or so. And I'm sure it'll be showing again tomorrow if we have to leave to help Peter.
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Otto hums thoughtfully, standing up a bit straighter.]
Then, let's give it another ten minutes and buy the tickets if there's no clear sign of trouble.