Title: Multiplexin' With Xena
Author: Scribe
Fandom: X:WP
Pairing: Not really, just makin' out.
Feedback: poet77665@yahoo.com
Status: WIP
Sequel/Series: This was going to be an answer to an AJCS on-list Mary
Sue challenge, but I just couldn't find an appropriate tv series
title. Maybe later.
Archive: Lists and AJCS site, otherwise ask.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not even the list sibs *snicker* All
I'm making is fun.
Websites: http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/scribescribbles and
http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/foxluver
Summary: Some AJCS list sibs join the Xenites at the movies.
Warnings: Rampant silliness
Notes: If anyone wants to hear a specific movie mentioned, let me
know. I'm having this multiplex show everything from new releases to
cult favorites to oldies. I can't promise I'll work 'em in,
especially if I get a lot of suggestions, but I'll try.
Rating: Probably R
Multiplexin' With Xena
*TW and Scribe pull into the multiplex parking lot, TW driving*
TW: "Oo, crap, look at the cars! We're gonna have to park way the
hell out in the boondocks."
Scribe: "No, we're not. Look, there's one up there."
TW: "Scribe, that's a handicapped space."
Scribe: "I know. Pull in."
TW: *TW pulls into the parking space* "If I get a couple of hundred
dollars worth of tickets and my car towed, I'm gonna make you pay for
it, then write you into a story with Zeus, Hera, Psyche, and
Gabrielle."
Scribe: "Don't threaten me, woman! Nothing is going to happen to
your hoopty. Look." She pulls a blue plastic handicapped placard out
of her purse and puts it on the dashboard. "Ta da! Legal."
TW: *gasps* "Scribe! That's illegal!"
Scribe: "Is not! I came by that legitimately. Thanks to that car
accident I got two years of college paid for, and I can park pretty
much anywhere I want. I also limp a little, but I figure it balances
out." *giggles* "Makes a good excuse for letting the guys catch me."
TW: "You're a devious woman. I admire that greatly." *they exit the
car* "Do you suppose Christine is here yet?"
Scribe: "Probably. Being listmom I think she feels compelled to set
a good example." *snort* "Losing battle with us, of course." *Spots
Christine near the box office* "There she is!" *waves* "HEY!"
TW: *pokes her in the side* "You're embarrassing me."
Scribe: "So what else is new?"
*they join Christine*
Christine: "There you guys are! Boy, it's a good thing I left early,
I almost didn't find this place."
*TW and Scribe blink*
TW: "How is that possible? The thing is humongous. They can land a
fleet of helicopters on the roof."
Christine: "That's just it. It's so big-assed I passed it three
times before I saw the marquee and realized it wasn't a medical
complex."
Scribe: *sighs* "I can remember back when there were single screen
theaters." *Christine and TW stare* "Don't look at me like that. I
can also remember seeing all the original Star Trek episodes on their
first run."
TW: "Can you get in on senior discount?"
Scribe: *Scribe swings her purse at TW, who luckily ducks, thus
avoiding a concussion* "Damn, I better quit that, or I won't be able
to open my soda without a bath."
Christine: *loudly* "YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO SNEAK FOOD IN?!"
TW and Scribe in chorus: "SHHHHHHH!"
Scribe: "The ushers don't actually usher you anymore, but they damn
sure patrol looking for contraband. When we go in, act casual. I'm
hoping that they'll mistake the scent of the tacos for their own
movie nachos."
*FLASH!* *Blue sparklies*
Strife: "Hiya. What're we goin ta see?"
Scribe: "Who invited you?"
Strife: *snickers* "Like I need an invitation. But now that ya
mentioned it... CUPE!"
*FLASH!* *Pink sparklies, and a dove* *An elderly couple start
looking around for Monica, Tess, and Andrew* *They spot Cupid and
prompty go catatonic*
Cupid: *slings arm around Strife's waist* "You bellowed, babe?"
*Cupid winks at TW, who blushes worse than a nun at an Andrew Dice
Clay comedy concert*
Strife: *kisses Cupid* "Date time. We're goin ta tha flicks."
Cupid: "Cool. Hey, Unc and Joxer could use a little recreation time."
Strife: "Unc was screwin Joxer through tha mattress a coupla hours
ago..."
Cupid: "I won't ask you how you know that, but I meant some OTHER
type of recreation." *Cupid raises his voice* "DAD! JOXER!"
*FLASH!* *FLASH!* *Red and Blue Sparklies*
Ares: *looking mildly pissed.* *No, wait. That's his normal
expression* "What?" *looks around* "I don't see any skirmish going
on."
Christine: "It's still the matinee. Wait till the first evening
feature, and they over sell a hot show."
Strife: "We're goin ta tha pictuahs with the AJCS cuties."
Joxer: "Great! I haven't had a chance to attend a play for ages."
Ares: *scowls* "Why would I want to sit around in the dark while some
inane story unfolds?"
Scribe: "Because you can make out with Joxer?"
Ares: "Okay."
Scribe: *digs in purse* "I have the Movie Moola I got for Christmas!
Lessee... The matinees are five bucks a pop, and there are seven of
us. I have forty bucks worth. Crap. That'll only leave me five
bucks for the concession stand. I was hoping to get popcorn."
Ares: "Don't worry about it. I'll get us in."
Christine: "No disemboweling movie employees, no matter WHAT the
temptation! *Ares and Strife stare at her* "The authorities frown on
it, and it makes an awful mess."
Ares: *shrugs* "If you insist. I can get us in without spilling
blood. It won't be as much fun, but I can do it."
Ares: *He leads the way to the ticket booth* "Four adults."
Ticket seller: "For which show?"
Ares: "Does it matter?" *seller stares* *Ares points blindly* "That
one."
Ticket Seller: "Four adults for Scooby Doo. That'll be twenty
dollars." *Ares materializes a handful of dinars and pushes them
through the slot.* "Wait a minute, those aren't American currency."
Ares: "They're legal tender."
Ticket Seller: "Not here, Mac. They're... they're..." *peers closely
at coins* *picks one up, whips out a magnifying glass and examines
it* "They're real silver. And ancient. And worth..." *voice trails
off* *Ticket seller gets a crafty look on his face, pulls money out
of his wallet, shoves it in the till, and dispenses four
tickets* "There you go, sir."
TW: *whispers to Joxer* "Joxie, he's getting screwed." *Joxer raises
his eyebrows* "You know very well what I mean. Those coins are worth
a LOT more than the tickets."
Joxer: "Not really. I've seen him do this before. He's using a
glamour, which will wear off by tomorrow. Those are actually teeny,
tiny, little cow patties."
Scribe: "Okay, time for us to choose up. Um... Ooh, The Importance
of Being Ernest! Rupert Everet!" *claps hands* "And at least one
other cute guy! Slashslashslashslash!"
TW: *looks at Christine* "She can look at a movie POSTER and get
slash vibes. Let's see what's showing..." *blinks* "Day-um! I've
never seen such a hodgepodge in my life!"
Christine: "One of the advantages of the MarySue Multiplex. It
doesn't just show new releases, or even second runs. We've got
everything from classics to Velveeta."
Cupid: *looks questioningly at Strife* "What?"
Strife: "Cheese."
Christine: *sings* "Spiderman, Spiderman, friendly neighborhood
Spiderman!"
Scribe: "Yah, right! You just want to go see it because Ted Raimi is
in it for about three minutes."
Joxer: "Ted who?"
*all three AJCSers look up at the sky and whistle.*
TW: "Spidey for me, too."
Scribe: "I thought you'd already seen it?"
TW: *defensively* "Only eight times. Besides," *opens purse and lets
everyone peek in*
Christine: "A camcorder?"
TW: "I'm not waiting for the thing to come out on tape, and I sure as
hell can't afford a pirated copy."
Scribe: "What the heck, I can see Rupert on tape later. Three for
Spidey, please." *gets tickets and hands one each to TW and
Christine* "If either one of you jump up and lick the screen when
Tobey McGuire or Ted is on, I'll disown you." *both other women snap
their fingers in a 'darn it!' gesture*
*Everyone enters the theater*
Scribe: "We have a little time. I need supplies." *goes and stands
in line at the concession stand.*
Strife: *nudges Cupid* "I want popcorn."
Cupid: "Strife, I don't really like doing that 'patties as dinars'
thing to people, and..."
Strife: "Imaginge what I can do with greasy fingahs."
Cupid: *Cupid gets in line behind Scribe, taps her on the
shoulder* "Um, Scribe? Sweetie?"
Scribe: "You have to promise that if Jerry O'Connell gets withing 100
miles of me he seeks me out and jumps my bones."
Cupid: "Deal." *they shake*
*several teenyboppers are clustered nearby, whispering, staring at
Cupid*
Strife: *Strife doesn't always deal well with people staring at
Cupid* "WHAT?"
Tennybopper: *points* "Dude, what's up with that?"
*Christine, TW, and Scribe all stare at each other*
Scribe: "Hey, did you guys see the X Man movie?"
Tennybopper: "Well, duh!"
Scribe: "He's testing out a costume for the sequel. What do you
think of the wings for the Angel character?"
Tennybopper: *peers closer* "Kinda obvious. Maybe they should use
CGI." *Cupid flaps, knocking him over.* "Whoa, great special effects!
Can I feel?"
*Strife is starting to form a powerball*
Scribe: "Strife! Quit it!"
Teenybopper: *notices sparkles fading on Strife's palm* "Now THAT'S
cool! Which one are you?"
Strife: "Strife, God of Mischief."
Teenybopper: *blinks* "I haven't heard that one."
Strife: "Yah, well, you ain't been hangin with tha right people."
Scribe: *Scribe has reached the counter* "Okay, one large diet coke,
extra ice. One small popcorn, no butter. You two need anything to
drink?"
Cupid: "Got any nectar?"
Concession Stand Clerk: *attempting not to drool down her chin
looking at Cupid and Ares* "Um, we have Minute Maid Fruit Punch."
Cupid: *Cupid looks at Strife, who makes a face* "How about wine?"
Concession Stand Clerk: *blinking* "With OUR liquor laws? Where
are you guys from, anyway?"
Scribe: "They're from Greece... sorta. Make it a big coke." *she
looks at Cupid and Strife* "I assume you two won't have a problem
sharing a drink?" *Cupid and Strife look at each other, then play a
little tongue-hockey* "Nope. And a small..." *Strife pinches her
butt* *yelp* "Large popcorn."
Strife: "Extra buttah." *Cupid bites his lip*
Scribe: *Scribe pays, then grabs her own stuff* "You two get to tote
your own stuff."
*Everyone starts down the hall* *the ticket taker takes the tickets
(ladidadida) and tears them*
Ticket Taker: "Okay, you're movie is third on the left, your movie
is down that corridor, fifth on the right." *everyone starts off in
the same direction* "Wait! I said your movie is over here!"
Ares: "We changed or minds. We want to go with our friends."
Ticket Taker: "I'm sorry, sir, but I can't allow that."
*The movie party, except for Ares and Joxer, all break into laughter,
ranging from knowing titters for the list sibs to 'holdin' my sides
and hopin' I don't pee my pants' for Strife*
Strife: *Strife wipes his eyes* "Whooooo, 'allow'."
Ares: *Ares steps forward.* *Joxer grabs Ares arm* "Arie, please.
This is just supposed to be a nice day out, and he's just trying to
do his job."
Ares: *growls* "Oh, all right. Scribe, what movie are we going to
see?"
Scribe: "Spiderman."
Ares: *holds out his hands to the others* "Give me the stubs."
*Cupid, Strife, and Joxer do* *Ares stares at them*
*Sparkles* "Here." *Shows ticket stubs to Ticket Taker*
Ticket Taker: *stares at stubs* "I could have sworn these were for
Scooby Doo." *Hands them back* "Okay. Sorry about the
misunderstanding."
TW: *as they walk to the theater* "What did you do, Ares?"
Ares: *shrugs* "Simple glamour."
TW: "Could you, like glamourize a ticket stub so that it would change
to read whatever you wanted to, multiple times?"
Ares: "I could do it so that ~I~ could change it."
TW: *sigh* "Figures."
*everyone goes into the theater and sits down* *Cupid and Strife go
looking for a good section to make out in.*
Scribe: "Careful, you two. They don't do public announcements
banning public displays of affection any more, but if someone who
isn't a voyeur catches, ya there could be a stink."
Strife: "No displays of affection, huh?" *looks at Cupid* "Sorry,
Feathahs. Tha kissin is out--we gotta go straight ta tha sex."
Cupid: "I'm so hurt."
*lights go down* *Coming attractions for Scorpion King runs*
*Listsibs look at the Xenites for reactions*
Ares: "Eh."
Joxer: "There's just too damn much of him there. Reminds me of
Hercules, and not in a good way.
Strife: *comes up fro air* "Mph. Pahdon? What was tha question?"
*Cupid gloms him and they're off to the races again.*
Scribe: "Look, you two, you're going to miss all the cameos if you
don't pay a little attention."
Cupid: *gaspgasp* "Why should be be looking for brooches?"
*Christine and TW look at Scribe*
Scribe: "Why does everyone always expect ME to explain things?"
TW: *reasonably* "This is your fic."
Scribe: "Technicalities. Just watch, guys."
*Trailer for Murder By Numbers runs*
Strife: "Oooo, they are SO doin each othah!"
Vanilla Person: *sitting behind them* "Excuse me. I've seen the
movie, and they never actually come right out and say that they are."
*vanilla person is subjected to a variety of looks, covering
disbelief, pity, and scorn*
Scribe: "And Clinton wanted them to define what 'sex' meant. Please,
people." *looks at TW and Christine* "I saw it, too, and the only
reason I didn't stand up and scream 'Kiss already!' was that I knew
I'd get thrown out."
*credits begin* *everyone has a good time* *The scene in Jameson's
office comes on*
Strife: "Ay! Joxie in specs! Jox, since when did ya become an
actor?"
Joxer: "That's not me!" *looks closely* "It isn't Jett, either. He'd
have taken that editor's spleen out for yelling at him like that."
Cupid: "What about Jayce."
Joxer: "He'd have been trying to put the moves on Peter Parker."
Strife: "Smart boy."
Christine: "I wish Ted would get more starring roles. I mean,
Skinner was kinda fun, in a gross sort of way, and there WAS the
famous bare butt scene with him pressing against the landlady's
bedroome door, starkers, but..."
Ares: *dangerously* "Do you mean to tell me that the image of my
naked lover has appeared twenty-feet high in front of millions of
people?"
TW: "Probably not. It didn't do that well in theaters. Maybe with
video..."
Scribe: "I dunno. You know how hard it is to find a copy of that
thing?"
Ares: "Who directed this thing? Who cast it? I need to have a talk
with them."
Christine: *whispers to listsibs* "I think we better try to get them
out of here before the credits roll." *raises voice* "Oh, look!
Xena!"
*everyone looks at the screen as Lucy Lawless's ten or fifteen second
role whizzes by*
*Strife falls out of his chair giggling, but gets up quickly* "Bleh!
What tha Tartarus do they spill on these floors, an' do they EVAH
mop 'em?" *giggles again*
Cupid: *snorting* "Blue hair!"
Strife: "I gotta remembah what she said about his tight uniform an'
tell tha Gabster about it. Bet she turns tha same shade as Zeen's
hair."
*they watch the rest of the movie*
*The theater party exits the showing room*
Strife: "Awright. Hands up everyone who believes that Norman had a
lech fah Peter." *seven hands shoot up in the air*
Scribe: "Anyone showed that kinda interest in any kid of mine, I'd..."
Ares: "Pre-emptive strike?"
Scribe: "Um, they put you in jail for that here. I'd start by
showing him a short story about a mother who castrates the guy who
molested her kid. Then I'd ask him if he believed that art imitates
life, or vice versa."
Joxer: "Since when did Auto take a job announcing for wrestling? Why
was Xena in that movie with blue hair and a ring in her nose?
Howcome someone who looks just like me was getting yelled at? What
is this, some sort of an alternate univers?" *All three AJCS
listsibs look at him, then stare at the ceiling, whistling. "What?"
Scribe: "Anyone up for another movie?"
Strife: "Yah. Cupe an' me got invovled in watchin tha movie, an'
missed out on our own main feature."
Scribe: "Okay. Let's make a trip to the concession stand. There are
three things that you need to successfully sneak into a second show.
One, it can't be a really, really hot one just released, cause they
patrol them. Two, you have to look of age, so they don't worry about
the local League of Decency getting them for corrupting minors by
letting them hear the same four letter words they hear every day in
the halls of junior high."
Christine: "What's three?"
Scribe: "Three is the most important one. Follow me." *she leads
them toward the concession hand.* "Snacks. If you meet the other
two requirements, and you have an expensive food item in your hands,
they pretty much don't care."
Title: Multiplexin' With Xena, 2/?
Author: Scribe
Fandom: X:WP
Pairing: Not really, just makin' out.
Feedback: poet77665@catlover.com
Status: WIP
Sequel/Series: This was going to be an answer to an AJCS on-list Mary Sue
challenge, but I just couldn't find an appropriate tv series title. Maybe
later.
Archive: Lists and AJCS site, otherwise ask.
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not even the list sibs *snicker* All I'm
making is fun.
Websites: http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/scribescribbles and
http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/foxluver
Summary: More madness at the multiplex.
Warnings: Rampant silliness
Notes: Yes, it's been a loooong time. I got distracted. Now the Muses
don't want to work on the other WIPs, and I figured I'd try some fluff.
That usually jump starts things. It's short, but these things are never
epics, and if I'd tried to keep going, the Muses would have hidden again.
More notes: To refresh your memories: Scribe, Christine, and TW are having a
movie day at the Marysue Multiplex. Strife, Cupid, Ares, and Joxer have
joined them.
Rating: FRT
More Notes: I'm soliciting suggestions for movies that they can see in what
will be the last section of this insanity. Remember, any era is okay. I
mentioned comedy or horror, but I won't rule out anything else if I can come
up with funny comments for it. If I haven't seen it, that doesn't
necessarily mean I can't use it.
Multiplexin' With Xena, 2/?
by Scribe
Christine: "I just thought of something. I don't know about you guys, but
I'm pretty tapped out. I don't think I could afford a Lifesaver, even if
they did sell them singly."
Scribe: "Don't worry about it. This IS the Marysue Multiplex, and we ARE
fanfiction writers."
TW: "So?"
Scribe: "So you didn't read the Proverbs series?" *She goes up to the
concession stand.* *A female clerk approaches.* *Points at little old couple
at other end of counter.* "They were here first." *She goes to wait on
couple* *Scribe crooks her finger at the male clerk*
Clerk: *He comes over* "Can I help you?"
Scribe: *clears her throat, then tosses her hair back and bats her eyes.*
"Hi." *Clerk's eyes glaze over.* "I'm just about to starve to death, but I'm
fresh out of money. Do you think you can help me?"
Clerk: *drool*
Scribe: "You're so sweet. Guys?"
Christine: "Popcorn, large Coke, Junior Mints."
TW: "Popcorn, large Dr. Pepper, Sweetarts."
Cupid: "Popcorn, large root beer, Hershey bar."
Ares: Iclerk looks at Ares* "No steak?"
Scribe: "Well, there are hot dogs. They're called tube steaks. Cupid, pick
Strife up off the floor. Strife, before you start commenting on tube
steaks, let me point out the kiddies waiting to go see the Spongebob
Squarepants Movie."
Ares: "One of whatever those are, rare."
Clerk: *stares at Ares.*
Scribe: "I wouldn't comment on that, if I were you. No onions--he'll
probably be wanting to make out later, and Joxer will put up with a lot, but
he shouldn't have to. And give him a Sprite. He doesn't need any more
caffeine."
Strife: "Popcorn, Mountain Dew, an' some of those little, flat chocolate
things with the white sprinkles on top."
Scribe: "They don't have Mountain Dew."
Strife: "Why not?"
Scribe: "Because Mountain Dew made by Pepsi, and this theater only serves
Coca Cola products."
Strife: "So?"
Christine: "Corporate contracts, demanding exclusivity. I'm pretty sure you
invented it."
Strife: "Crap. Anythin with extra caffeine an' sugah?"
Scribe: "Coke will do. Joxer?"
Joxer: "Popcorn, lemonade, and some of those pastel colored nuts."
Strife: *looks around* "Somebody have a frustratin date an' get blue
balls?"
Scribe: *whacks Strife with her purse* "And I'll have popcorn, a large Diet
Coke, Whoppers, Mild Duds, nachos--no peppers--and some Everlasting
Gobbstoppers." *The clerk starts filling the order*
TW: *whispers* "Scribe, are you sure he isn't going to get in trouble for
this?"
Scribe: "I'll check." *coos* "Excuuuse me, you gorgeous hunk of man. Will
helping me out like this get you in any trouble?"
Clerk: "Well..." *She does 'kissy lips' at him* "Don't worry about it. I've
got over time this week. I can afford it."
Scribe: *Starts gathering up goodies* "God, I wish this worked in the real
world. What do we see next?"
Christine: "How about that Alexander the Great movie?"
Ares: "Why? I can see that sort of shit back home."
Christine: "Brad Pitt in a short skirt?"
TW and Scribe: "WHERE?"
Joxer: "Damn! I thought they were going to whip their heads right off their
necks looking around like that. There's a poster for Batman Begins. Begins
what?"
*Scribe pats him on the head*
TW: "Wait a minute--that wasn't released when we got here. In fact, I don't
think it was even in production."
Scribe: "You didn't have a baby when we came here, either. What can I say?
Loooog intermission."
Christine: "Christian Bale plays Bruce."
Strife: "Ooo." *lisps* "Bruth?"
Scribe: "That's an old joke."
Strife: "Hey, ya DO remembah what era I'm from, ha?"
Scribe: "I saw it. I have to say that I couldn't get past the image of
Christian from American Psycho--naked and bloody, with a buzzing chainsaw,
chasing a screaming hooker. Hey, they're showing the entire Friday the 13th
series."
Cupid: "Ew. Why would you want to watch those?"
Scribe: "I want to start a list of the murders. It'll tickle Jett."
Cupid: "You have a weird boyfriend."
Scribe: *Looks at Strife* *He's tossing popcorn in the air and trying to
catch it in his mouth, while balancing a piece of candy on his nose* *Looks
at TW* "Love is not blind, but only SELECTIVELY blind."
*The group agrees to see Batman Begins*
*Bruce falls into the cave, and is dive bombed by the bats*
Ares: "How did they talk Hades into letting them film in Asphodel?" *later*
*A grown Bruce kicks ass in the Tibetan prison* "I liiike him."
Strife: *Bruce meets his mentor* "Hey, Qui Gon cut his hair."
Scribe: "The scary thing is, I don't think he's that far off. I mean, I
could seriously picture that place as a Jedi Academy."
Strife: *the doctor uses the hallucinogen drug and the scarecrow mask to
drive the mobster crazy* "Cooool." *Starts taking notes*
Scribe: "I think Bruce and the doctor would be a cute couple."
Strife: "Ya slash slut. I love ya."
*Batmobile goes wild*
Ares: "I want one of those."
Christine: "Don't we all?"
*Doctor goes nuts and becomes The Scarecrow*
Cupid: "I have a funny feeling that we haven't seen the last of him."
TW and Christine: "Sequel."
Scribe: "No?"
TW and Christine: *blink* "NO?!"
Scribe: "Franchise."
TW and Christine: "Ooooh."
*End comes up where Bruce's girlfriend shows up at burned out Wayne Manor.*
Strife: "Aw, man. Tell me he ain't gonna end up with that skinny,
self-righteous wench."
Scribe: "Don't worry. He's saving himself for Robin."
*Movie ends* *Group moves out to the lobby*
Scribe: "I am woooorn out. I used to be able to see three or four movies on
my days off when I was in my twenties. It's sad when you hit your decline."
TW: "Only you could equate aging with the inability to sneak into more
movies."
Scribe: "It's one of the least depressing ways. When I remember that I can
remember all black and white television, no cable, the first broadcast of
every episode of The Original Star Trek, and when the only computers took up
climate and temp controlled rooms the size of basket ball courts, I REALLY
get bummed."
TW: "You're not that old."
Scribe: "What does the phrase 'do not fold, spindle, or mutilate' mean to
you?"
TW: "Um... What not to do to a fanfiction character in a fluffy story? How
to keep the more rabid fangirls off your back when you're working with
Joxer, Strife, or Blair Sandburg?"
Scribe: *pinches her cheek* "Baaaby. Okay, one more show. Hey, they have
Heavenly Creatures."
Strife: *Hugs Cupid* "They made a movie about my honey an' my kids?"
Christine: "Actually, this is based on a true incident. Two teenage girls
in New Zealand develop an obsessive relationship, at least BORDERING on
lesbianism, and when their parents try to separate them, they plot together
and murder one of their mothers."
Ares: *blinks* "I didn't realize that Greek tragedy was still so popular."
Scribe: "That's a little grim. Why not finish up the day with a nice
comedy, or maybe a bloody horror movie?" *Strife stares at her* "What? We
each relax in our own way."
Strife: "Hey, I ain't sayin nothin, Toots. I'm tha guy who mellows out by
sharpenin weapons."
Christine: "Let's take a stroll down the corridors and see what's
available."
*They begin walking down the hall, checking the signs over the doors*
TW: *To Strife* "You were responsible for Gigli, weren't you?"
*Strife giggles*
*End comes up where Bruce's girlfriend shows up at burned out Wayne Manor.*
Strife: "Aw, man. Tell me he ain't gonna end up with that skinny,
self-righteous wench."
Ares: "She's not blonde, but somehow she still reminds me of Gabrielle."
Christine: "Thank you for not throwing a fireball at the screen."
tbc