Movie Night

[on_your_nerves]

Sherlock was feeling better now and there was plenty of ship to see. Some on the ship might have been treated to the sight of him walking through the city, popping around corners and staring off at the nearby buildings as if trying to figure out angles of visibility, or paying unusual attention to the mud and the cobblestones in some places. He'd made a point to avoid and ignore most of the people he'd come across while doing it, however. Distractions.

He'd also tried to catch up on his reading--his knowledge base was severely lacking in the face of the new technology here, and the technology that might be found planetside.

But one couldn't spend all day reading and exploring and he and John had months of lost time to make up for. After spending a year and a half of being nearly inseparable, their time apart had taken its toll on both men, especially because of the less-than-favorable conditions it occurred under.

That was why Sherlock had taken time away from his exploration to spend more time with John. This evening, the two of them were parked in one of the Media rooms, one of the larger ones that they'd staked out for themselves. Seated comfortably next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, their feet up on little meat-ottomans, they were sitting there watching movies, all of them chosen by John and most likely selected with the specific purpose of getting Sherlock shouting at the screen.

Specifically things like: "Nooo! You imbecile! He's behind the door--who goes into a room that possibly has a killer hiding in it and doesn't check behind the door?"

If people actually joined them to watch, they weren't going to chase them out.

[ooc: GO!]

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The Great Mouse Detective [closed to John]

[on_your_nerves]

"What's this one called again?"

[ooc: This one's closed to John, we just wanted to have the two watching the Great Mouse Detective, pfft.]

Re: The Great Mouse Detective [closed to John]

[nerves_of_steel]

"The Great Mouse Detective," John answered, not even bothering to hide his grin. He'd stumbled across the movie by accident -- he'd been searching the Media Library for copies of the books that earned Conan Doyle a knighthood, but apparently the ship had put them away somewhere when he and Sherlock had been released from the Pod Caverns. This had been left though, and it seemed far too good of an opportunity to waste. "Disney film, set back in the late eighteen-hundreds. I think you'll enjoy it."

Re: The Great Mouse Detective [closed to John]

[on_your_nerves]

"Are we really watching something with anthropomorphic animals? This looks like a children's movie." Why were they watching a children's movie? With mice? "Aren't all of the Disney movies for children?"

Re: The Great Mouse Detective [closed to John]

[nerves_of_steel]

"Yes, we are; yes, it is; and I think some of them make it into the twelve-and-up category," John replied, entirely unfazed by the scorn in Sherlock's voice. "You'll enjoy this one, I promise."

Re: The Great Mouse Detective [closed to John]

[on_your_nerves]

Apparently, he wasn't escaping this one, so Sherlock sighed and settled in next to John, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"Where did they get this Victorian...thing from?" he asked as the movie opened to what was clearly Victorian London.

Was it another one set in that time, like their story supposedly was in other worlds?

Re: The Great Mouse Detective [closed to John]

[nerves_of_steel]

"I haven't the foggiest," John replied cheerfully. He'd watched the first bit of this on his own, just to make sure it was what he'd thought it was. He figured that Sherlock was likely to spend the first scene rolling his eyes and insulting the characters; the second scene would be where John quit watching so that he could see the face Sherlock made when he figured out why this movie.

Maybe he ought to take a photo with his omnicom-thing as well...

Re: The Great Mouse Detective [closed to John]

[on_your_nerves]

"Wonderful, of course there'd be a cloyingly irritating child in a movie for irritating little children," Sherlock said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. As the mouse girl's father was captured by the bat and she kept yelling out the window repeatedly for her father, he rolled his eyes.

"Yes, if you keep yelling for your father, he'll conveniently escape his captor and walk right back home."

As the credits rolled, however, Sherlock's look of annoyance faded and turned to one of suspicion. "Dawson"? "Mrs. Judson"?

"My name is Dr. David Q. Dawson, most recently of the queen's sixty-sixth regiment. I had just arrived in London after lengthy service in Afghanistan."

"This is mice versions of us," Sherlock said flatly. "Someone made an animated film about mice versions of us." A pause. "Why would someone make an animated film about mice versions of us?"

[nerves_of_steel]

"Didn't you hear?" John said, turning to Sherlock and raising his eyebrows. "We're apparently famous literary characters. No idea where the mouse bit came from, but I guess there aren't that many animals that live in London to choose from."

His smile faded a bit in the face of Sherlock's suspicion. Considering how please he'd seemed to be about being a famous literary character when he'd shared the news, John had thought that Sherlock might find the movie funny.

"They'd probably just done a movie about the more domestic animals," he added, sitting back in his chair.

[on_your_nerves]

Sherlock didn't seem to know what he thought of it for a moment, until finally he decided it was just ridiculous enough to be entertaining.

"...How does a mouse even serve in the army?"

[nerves_of_steel]

And there he went. John's smile came back in force.

"You may as well ask how a mouse wears reading glasses, or uses an umbrella," he said, prodding Sherlock with his elbow. "It's just part of the movie."

He was more inclined to wonder why they'd made the mouse version of him so fat.

[on_your_nerves]

"That was my next question: Who even makes umbrellas that small?"

Clearly, he was stuck on the concept of the mice having a tiny mouse society with tiny mouse things.

[nerves_of_steel]

"Other mice, clearly," John replied. "Just like Mr. Haversham made toys for mice. It's a children's movie, don't expect high accuracy when it comes to the habits of mice."

It's fairly clear that the movie is about to get to the first meeting of "Dr. Dawson" and "Basil of Baker Street". Very different from his and Sherlock's first meeting, since Dawson's not carting a cane and a psychosomatic limp and is escorting a small child to the meet-up as well.

...That might not go very well at all, considering Sherlock's reaction.

[on_your_nerves]

"Mr. Flaversham," Sherlock corrected him. It wasn't that it was important, but that was the client, wasn't it? The name clicked into the temporary slot in his head reserved for details about his own clients.

Then the location moved to...

Baker Street. 221 Baker Street, apparently. Or at least the space underneath it.

So that was the angle. This wasn't quite mouse versions of them, it was mouse versions of them that lived under their actual flat. Sherlock looked tremendously amused at the silhouette in the upstairs window, playing the violin, and then when the housekeeper opened the door of the little mouse flat underneath their own flat, he looked even more amused.

"They thought to include my mace."

Travelers of the Unknown [open to all]

[on_your_nerves]

"You know I loathe soft science fiction. Are we really watching this?"

The movie description made it look ridiculous. A bunch of individuals, from a variety of worlds, going on an adventure spanning planets? The similarities to their own situation were hard to overlook, but Sherlock was quite certain they'd run into less animatronics and puppets along the way.

The door was wide open so anyone was welcome to walk in.

[ooc: This is the open one! Anyone can tag in. Just make up funny fake movie details in your tags and go wild! It's all in one thread, always refresh and try to tag the bottom-most tag. If two character say similar things, just pretend they said them around the same time since it's such a large group.]

Re: Travelers of the Unknown [open to all]

[splendid_roman]

Ian heard the noise on the way past and poked his head in to see a spaceship on the screen. Since he liked science fiction he wandered in and ended up sitting down and watching it.

That didn't mean that it was at all realistic, but that was what made it fun. "Did that wall just wobble?" he frowned at the screen.

[on_your_nerves]

"I suppose that's one of the perils of your entire movie set being constructed from cardboard," Sherlock said snidely.

At first he seemed discomfited by someone else joining in on his and John's movie time, but he shrugged it off. Maybe other people would find the movie as insipid as he did and they might at least be mildly entertaining about it.

[grimbiker]

Ian wasn't the only one joining in. Sirius also took a seat.

"What's that thing in his hand? It's too narrow to be an omnicomm."

[whyarewehere]

"That's what makes it soft," pointed out another voice. Oh look who's wandering through, it's Orange Armor Guy. Without as much as a by-your-leave, Grif traipsed in like he owned the place and plunked himself down on a convenient Stacy protuberance. He leaned back, propped up his feet, and started to watch.

"If it were made out of steel it would be hard scifi. Cardboard's soft."

Logic at its finest.

[morphitudinous]

"It's a calculator, something we use to compute big numbers" Billy explained to Sirius, scrutinizing it. "And a rather cheap one too. They couldn't even bother with the most basic cosmetic alterations? No one's going to believe that's any kind of futuristic scanner."

Then again, given the cardboard...they really are watching a cheap movie. Billy stays out of a twisted desire to see the next instance of bad prop design.

[bequiet_hescreamed]

Clef poked his head in out of curiosity and found himself entranced by the moving pictures. He had heard about these "movie" things but not actually seen one before now.

"Oh. Somehow I thought it would have more verisimilitude than a stage play..."

[antivenger]

Megan, settled on the floor with some popcorn she'd carefully stashed away, shot Clef a puzzled look.

"What's 'verisimilitude'?"

[whyarewehere]

"Very similar to what?" Grif asked.

[on_your_nerves]

"The appearance or semblance of truth. I think he's referring to the fact that the only way there could be suspension of disbelief is if someone executed it by hanging," Sherlock remarked.

[bequiet_hescreamed]

Clef chuckled behind a hand and moved out of the doorway to sit down as someone on-screen delivered the line, "... Bird could have done it - he's a miracle worker, not a doctor. But I'm a healer, not a doctor or a miracle worker!"

... Which sent him into another fit of actual, bonafide laughter. At least he was getting the impression that most films weren't actually like this.

[forging_on]

Presea wasn't far behind Clef, as usual, sitting down behind him and wrapping a comfortable arm around his waist. She couldn't help but giggle at the ridiculous line as well. She was glad to see Clef laugh. It was a rare occasion, even when he was in the best of moods.

"Is that person manning a puppet and talking to it at the same time? You have to admit, that's talent," she commented, with a bit of a grin. "You can't even see the bare part of his arm." A pause. "Most of the time."