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[squartatore]

[the perk of not being in the large group that left the castle? Less competition for choice seats in the movie theater.

The downside of having little company? Having no one wake her up when she falls asleep -- the chair was really comfy, okay? And the movie she was waiting to end was dull]

Crap.

[...ah, the journal. Have a dictated message:] Just checking because I don't have a watch on me right now, but...it's Saturday, right?

[you never know, more so with the castle's seeming fondness for messing with her sleep and/or locking her up in places. Getting stuck in here until the next time the theater opens would be Very Inconvenient]

[ooc: also open for theater action!]

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[the_effect_she_has]

Yes. It's still Saturday.

[Straight forward and to the point.]

[squartatore]

[the use of "still" makes her wonder just how long she'd been out, but]

Good to know. [relief is almost audible in her voice] Thanks.

[the_effect_she_has]

You're welcome.

[A pause - she hates being social and trying to make new friends is like pulling teeth for her but ...]

I know how it is. To lose time.

[squartatore]

Oh. [there's some awkward silence from her end, too, because how do you respond to something like that]

The castle?

[the_effect_she_has]

No. I ... back home. In Panem.

[squartatore]

["Panem" sounds familiar, though the reason has yet to come to her, not being particularly acquainted with anybody who was from there]

Must've been a pain.

[the_effect_she_has]

It was ... I missed ... a lot, when I wasn't present.

[Distric 12 being bombed, for one. And so many others...]

[both_neither]

Uhhhh...last I checked, yeah. Why?

[squartatore]

Because [argh, this is embarrassing] I sorta...lost track, at a place I shouldn't.

[both_neither]

Where would that be?

[squartatore]

The theater. Only opens two days a week.

[both_neither]

Oh? I've never been in there, actually.

So...what happens to it when it's not open?

[squartatore]

I have no idea. The door's just gone the next day.

dictated;

[siebter]

I think it is!

dictated foreverrr

[squartatore]

I sure hope it is...

[and she'll be tromping around, looking for the door she came in from]

[siebter]

Did you forget what day it was?

[squartatore]

Something like that.

Anyway! [time to change the subject!] How's it going? I haven't seen you in a while.

[siebter]

I'm fine! I went outside for a little bit today.

[squartatore]

On your own? [IS THAT SAFE!!!!]

[action!]

[asseenontv]

[Shatterstar does not take his eyes off the screen - or put down the tub of popcorn he wished up, because movies require popcorn - to answer]

Yes.

[And yes, he probably wandered in while you were asleep/not paying attention.]

[squartatore]

Woah --

[SUDDENLY A VOICE. And some guy who wasn't there, the last she saw. Her eyes flick up to the movie playing a musical? before it occurs to her that she's probably blocking his view.

So she scoots off sideways...and, with the disorientation plus limited leg room, promptly faceplants into a nearby seat]

[asseenontv]

[Shatterstar quite appreciates the intricacies of choreography involved in musicals. Even if Rictor does not like them.

He's not so lost in the film that he misses the somewhat obvious sound of someone falling, though, and he glances over, a somewhat worried frown creasing his face]

Are you alright? I didn't mean to startle you.

[squartatore]

I'll live. [a dismissive hand gesture while she turns, settling into a sitting position. Better leave when this is over] Just didn't notice you there.

[asseenontv]

Ah, my apologies. Jaimie and Theresa often complain I move too silently as well.

[He gives her a winning smile, and holds out his giant popcorn tub.]

Popcorn?

[squartatore]

[well, why not, when he's offering. She takes a handful, just enough to keep herself occupied with] Thanks.

And there's nothing to apologize for, we're in a movie theater after all.