{"id":29639,"date":"2026-04-12T05:53:08","date_gmt":"2026-04-12T09:53:08","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2026-04-12T05:53:08","modified_gmt":"2026-04-12T09:53:08","slug":"event-1374","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2026\/04\/12\/event-1374\/","title":{"rendered":"Seraphina&#8217;s Movie Matinee"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2026-04-11 17:45<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>Seraphina&#8217;s Movie Matinee<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Sat Apr 11 2026<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Inside Theatre 1 &#8211; New Haven Cinema<br \/><i>42The theatre is dim and hushed, its rows of plush seats fading into the shadows. Soft aisle lights trace gentle lines toward the stage, where a <span style=\"color:#5f00d7\">heavy purple curtain<i>42 hangs in rich folds, completely hiding the wide screen behind it. The air carries that familiar mix of warm popcorn and old velvet. Above, the ceiling glows faintly with recessed <i>30lights<i>42, just enough to catch the shimmer of <i>48dust<i>42 drifting lazily through the stillness. Everything feels poised, waiting for the <span style=\"color:#5f00d7\">curtain<i>42 to part and the room to come alive.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"><br \/>\n<i>42  When the <span style=\"color:#5f00d7\">curtain<i>42 finally draws back, it moves with a slow, deliberate sweep, the fabric whispering as it gathers at the sides. Light spills across the room in a widening <i>30glow<i>42. The audience shifts, a quiet ripple of anticipation, as the first images flicker to life and the theatre transforms from a place of waiting into a world of motion and color.<span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\"><\/p>\n<p>It is about <span style=\"color:#008080\">60\/i>\/i<\/span\/spanF(<span style=\"color:#008080\">15<\/span>C) degrees.  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#a6ceff\">A<span style=\"color:#a4ccf8\">t<span style=\"color:#a2cbf2\"> <span style=\"color:#a0caec\">M<span style=\"color:#9dc8e6\">a<span style=\"color:#9bc7e0\">y<span style=\"color:#99c6da\">f<span style=\"color:#97c5d4\">l<span style=\"color:#95c3ce\">o<span style=\"color:#92c2c8\">w<span style=\"color:#90c1c2\">e<span style=\"color:#8ebfbc\">r<span style=\"color:#8bbeb6\"> <span style=\"color:#89bdb0\">a<span style=\"color:#86bbaa\">n<span style=\"color:#84baa4\">d<span style=\"color:#81b99e\"> <span style=\"color:#7eb798\">M<span style=\"color:#7bb692\">a<span style=\"color:#79b58c\">r<span style=\"color:#76b486\">i<span style=\"color:#73b280\">n<span style=\"color:#70b17a\">e<span style=\"color:#6cb074\">r<\/span\/span>\/span<\/p>\n<p>The screen brightens further as trailers for old movies begin to roll, like they were going to come out in the future, but they&#8217;ve long been produced. Most are B-rate at best, with grainy film. Perhaps it is a sign of what is to come? <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says, &#8220;Behave,&#8221; to no one in particular, amused. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes ma&#8217;am.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy<\/span> replies, politely even, reclining into her chair and propping her heels up on the back of the one in front of her. <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia turns around again to look at the screen while wrinkling her nose. &#8220;Yes, yes&#8230;&#8221;, she mumbles as well, as if Seraphina&#8217;s rebuke was meant for her. <\/p>\n<p>Something prompts <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy&#8217;s<\/span> attention to drift back to Sylvia, briefly and too vague in expression to give away her sentiments. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Good,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> tells Mercy as she wiggles back down into her chair. &#8220;I wouldn&#8217;t want to choke you out or anything.&#8221; Said quite nonchalantly to the other woman. Who would like it more? <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Oh shit we gettin&#8217; educated today.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">This one better not make me sad at the end like the other one did!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Soon, the movie begins. There&#8217;s no opening credit. it just begins. Talking about the planets, and asteroids. &#8220;Right?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> asks. She tilts her head to the side to view Mercy side-eye. &#8220;It did? I mean, it was kind of sad, that Stingray was left alone but the girl was reunited with her father!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah but he got attached to her! An&#8217; then he was all alone again!&#8221; There&#8217;s the slightest crack in <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy&#8217;s<\/span> voice at that. She probably has some particularly strong feelings about loneliness these days, or it&#8217;s just teen hormones. <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia turns her head to look back up at Seraphina and then to Mercy again, glaring at her while letting loose a loud and rather patronizing &#8220;SHHHH!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I think this one is a little more serious than Stingray Sam, but I don&#8217;t know for sure.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says to Mercy and Sylvia alike, as the drums get her toes a-tapping. &#8220;I should have brought some goodies for this&#8230;. But I&#8217;ve never seen it so I don&#8217;t have any expectations.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia reaches up to press an index finger against her lips and sends a faint glare towards Seraphina as well before turning her attention back towards the screen. <\/p>\n<p>At the shushing Sylvia earns a very disgruntled stare from <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy<\/span> that snaps onto her like automated weaponry target locking. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina pouts at Sylvia, mentioning, &#8220;It&#8217;s not like we&#8217;re missing any dialogue.&#8221; She crosses her arms, but then digs into her popcorn again to make -that- kind of noise instead. Not to mention the crinkle and crackle of trying to get her red vines package open. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Yeah fuck cats!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Sylvia turns around again just to nod at Seraphina. &#8220;Yeah, right&#8230; but I doubt that this one can stop yapping&#8230;&#8221;, she nods at Mercy before turning her attention back to the screen. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy is definitely a movie-talker. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy bops around in her seat to the music, not as expertly as the men on screen but she&#8217;s into it. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina frowns at Mercy, &#8220;I&#8217;m a dog person myself, but I like cats too. Nothing wrong with a pussy.&#8221; She winks at Sylvia, &#8220;Some movies deserve a little chatter over it. It&#8217;s meant to be riffed!&#8221; But then, she&#8217;s not riffing the movie, she&#8217;s tapping her foot to the beat of the song. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">That guy got one of them top tier &#8216;staches. Like blue ribbon prize winner.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Sylvia frowns as she hears the sound of chips being eaten, though her expression is more one of fear than of annoyance this time. <\/p>\n<p>Every crunch of a chip in <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy&#8217;s<\/span> mouth is a reminder to Sylvia that it isn&#8217;t one of her limbs or her head making that sound instead. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t say anything about it to Thomas,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> pleas with Mercy. &#8220;No doubt he&#8217;ll change up his to a handlebar. He already has that Stan Lee thing going.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy snickers quietly. &#8220;My lips are sealed.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia shivers and slides deeper and deeper into the seat with each crunch that reaches her ears. Nervously she reaches into her popcorn bucket for a handful. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina pulls her drink up from the lighted cup holder and takes a draw from it, tipping her cup then over at Mercy. &#8220;Uh-huh,&#8221; spoken sarcastically toward the movie-chatter herself. &#8220;This must be how Samuel Curtis became Stingray Sam the outlaw.&#8221; She mentions aside to the still cringing Sylvia, &#8220;You missed Stingray Sam a couple weeks back. It was a lot of fun.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina snickers at the really bad joke. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina looks uncomfortable for the old guy on the stage. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Man he look like my grandpa, an&#8217; that guy was rough.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I suppose that would be one way I might start liking beer&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> murmurs, at the whole awkward story about a beer bottle. <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina wiggles her fingers at Teagan, fingers and the extension of fingers with her redvine, have eaten. The music thrumming from the speakers is heavy with drum and bass. It&#8217;s a bit rock punk, space rock punk. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">YEEHAW!! <\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Sylvia takes a sip from her slushie and glances back up to Seraphina again. &#8220;Stingray Sam? Never heard of it. Is it the same as this one?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">LET THE MAN DANCE! GOD DAMN!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Better, I think,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says to Sylvia. She leans back in her recliner, feet wriggling with the music. &#8220;I&#8217;m Seraphina, by the way.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Stingray Sam was pretty great, my favorite definitely still the pirate one though. God damn it was good.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>She may be late, but who cares really? <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> sure doesn&#8217;t. Maybe Lockheed does, the purple dragon she&#8217;s juggling along with all the junkfood she bought. She may be graduated, but the sweet tooth persists. The redhead makes her way into the theater and claims a seat next to Seraphina. making sure the dragonling is on the side opposite the angelborn. Just in case. &#8220;Hey,&#8221; she says quietly to the raven-haired woman as she settles in. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy almost stands up from her seat. &#8220;IS THAT MY PEOPLE ON THE MOON?!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I am Sylvia&#8221;, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Sylvia<\/span> replies to Seraphina, her attention still away from the screen and on the last row, missing the murder that just happened. She frowns at Mercy and huffs quietly. &#8220;Could you&#8230; please make her shut up?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy now huddles in her seat instead, eyes wide. &#8220;Did everybody get vaporized?!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Ticket paid for and passed over to the attendant, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> meanders into the cinema beyond fashionably-late. All while also not being the most fashionable. Heck, the woman probably comes off as only having made it over in a hurry. She clutches onto her snacks tightly, making for her assigned seating, as she casts those within earshot of this passerby a general &#8220;Yo.&#8221; in greeting. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy turns her head to fling an upnod Selene&#8217;s way. <\/p>\n<p>tugs on the red vine in hand, the candy a little tough as its likely not one of the big sellers. Whilst chewing, <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> leans her head onto Teagan&#8217;s shoulder in greeting. &#8220;I left the ball gag at home, unfortunately,&#8221; she tells Sylvia. &#8220;But that aside, you&#8217;re the one Thomas was talking to earlier while we were getting ready. He meant to be here but the Library called him in. But I sus&#8212;&#8221; Then she falls quiet, having missed, evidently, people being vaporized. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy just outright <i>GASPS<\/i>. &#8220;He saw TIDDIES?!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>The red vines aren&#8217;t as popular because Twizzlers are far superior. Which is why they are part of the collection of candy that <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> has for herself. There is a snicker as Sylvia complains about Mercy. &#8220;She lacks volume control,&#8221; the redhead explains, while shifting to allow for Seraphina to lean on her if the woman so wishes. Lockheed will just have to deal. <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia huffs out, visibly defeated. She glares at Mercy again before turning around to focus on the movie. &#8220;Mhmm! I was talking to him, yes&#8230; we can talk about that after the movie, right? And volume control is not the only thing she lacks&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I am going to sing that I think, sometime&#8230; I Owe you Nothing, but sometimes you owe me something.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> decides, moving her seat down some to allow someone past. She tries to get Lockheed&#8217;s attention to give it a piece of fluffy popcorn. &#8220;You&#8217;ve seen most the men in this movie and Stingray Sam, I&#8217;m sure it was a thing.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Despite making the most noise of anyone else in the crowd <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy<\/span> stares over at Teagan and her pet in that judgmental way someone reserves for a mom that decided to bring her young, restless toddler to a movie. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">You can tell these movies ain&#8217; scientifically accurate cause if women were gone an&#8217; men ain&#8217; have titties or lady sex no more they&#8217;d like, go feral an&#8217; lose the ability to speak.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The ultimate gloat.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> suggests, giving Selene a finger wiggle having noticed her finally, as she gets settled for the movie. A nod is sent in Sylvia&#8217;s way, &#8220;I&#8217;m not in the Conclave, myself, but I suspect I&#8217;ll be in on the metting.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Who&#8217;s leadin&#8217; the Order these days?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy<\/span> inquires to Seraphina while her eyes stay glued to the screen. &#8220;.. An&#8217; is that kitten doin&#8217; alright?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Isn&#8217;t it still Pizza Queen?&#8221; inquires <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span>, suddenly lifting up from her seat. A seat she&#8217;s already reclined in, diverting her attention between the going-ons on the screen, her gathering of snacks, and the occasional buzzing of a phone. &#8220;.. or is that paperwork behind?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sofia still,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says, but after a pause she adds, &#8220;But from talking with Teagan a bit, it&#8217;s probably more Obie? The city&#8217;s been so scattered, it&#8217;s hard to say..&#8221; A pause again, and then she turns to face Mercy in her seat. &#8220;What do you mean about the kitten?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia grabs a handful of popcorn from her bucket but does not put it into her mouth. She clenches her fingers around it and takes a deep breath. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thank you,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> murmurs to Lockheed as he shares the space (and her), giving him a few chin scritches. The purple dragonling is offered a piece of twizzler if he wishes. &#8220;Obie just doesn&#8217;t want Sofie to feel overworked, I think. But we&#8217;ve been working together on how to approach and deal with the 63rd in various boroughs.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy snorts softly, and the more quiet stretch of the movie makes it easy enough to hear the derision lacing it. &#8220;Ah right, the pizza lady. An&#8217; uh.. there was a kitten y&#8217;all had in the botanical gardens I ain&#8217; seen since-&#8221; She stops herself, reorients, and concludes with, &#8220;Ain&#8217; seen in a while.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Since?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> asks Mercy, lofting up her dark brows. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Am I going to have to go down to speak with Evelyn?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> asks, attention fully off of the movie at this point. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;.. where&#8217;s the lot of you focusing on next?&#8221; continues the inquiry, from where <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> is sat. At this point, her head might not be poking up from the back rests of the other seats, but trust she&#8217;s still there. Just, you know, all reclined again. A pause, as she chews on something, before she adds, &#8220;And if you want some healthy &#8216;competition&#8217; for those numbers there, let me know.. Think it&#8217;s best if more than one group&#8217;s playing the tug-of-war, no?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia exhales slowly, grits her teeth and turns around, glaring at Mercy and raising her fist that hides the handful of popcorn. For a moment she simply stares at her before tossing the popcorn towards Mercy direction. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Uhhhh&#8230;&#8221; This is the point where <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy&#8217;s<\/span> brain goes into total static mode and she decides to stall for time, as well as silence all the &#8216;uhhh&#8217;ing by shoving more chips in her mouth. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Since she killed Calazar and fucked up the gardens doing so,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> says as if discussing the weather. She takes out another twizzler, chomping at it. Watching the movie absently, though barely actually paying any attention to it. She does add, absently: &#8220;All Saints if I feel like there&#8217;s any chance. Otherwise I plan to reclaim Highgate.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy freezes up like a deer in the headlights, some chip crumbs tumbling off her bottom lip. &#8220;.. Ayeah, that.&#8221; She finally concurs, no use denying it now. <\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a nod. You might not see it, but it&#8217;s there. Trust. &#8220;All Saints, yeah. I&#8217;ve been steering the boys that-a-way, too.. It&#8217;s going to be a battle, that poll..&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> remarks. &#8220;Really hoping my work on Redstone&#8217;s going to keep them away, too. But we&#8217;re still due a few weeks. Or, well.. Gods may know how long, if they&#8217;re taking days if not weeks to count numbers.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina may be a little scatter brained sometimes, but she isn&#8217;t stupid. &#8220;What did you do?&#8221; she asks Mercy, frowning at the woman. This is followed up by a slurp of her icee, making it hard to remain worried and possibly upset. &#8220;I see,&#8221; she says to Teagan, loosing a cherry-scented sigh in her direction, lips stained red. &#8220;You owe Evelyn a cat,&#8221; she tells Mercy. &#8220;If the kitten ran off again.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy purses her lips, but she&#8217;s in no position to argue. &#8220;Know I ain&#8217; hurt it, but maybe scared it off with all the uh, you know. Property damage an&#8217; noise.&#8221; Then she briefly looks over to Teagan, whom she addresses after pinning her gaze back on the screen. &#8220;What ended up happenin&#8217; with Quintera anyhow? His audacity still hauntin&#8217; the mortal plane or did y&#8217;all leave him to fertilize the soil?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I really feel that at this point, it is less about competition and simply working together so that we don&#8217;t see New Haven fall to the sixty third&#8230; We really ought to try to spread out our contributions to each borough.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> remarks, now flopping back into her chair to stare up at the screen, mood shifting again. &#8220;Kitten is the least of what you probably do owe the Order if the damage is really as bad as you all make it sound.&#8221; She crosses her arms. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We brought him back,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> says with a sidelong look toward Mercy. She continues giving Lockheed scritches and offering him twizzlers. Who knows what the dragonling actually likes to eat or needs to eat. Magic! &#8220;He&#8217;s gone back to Brazil to try to reclaim his Court.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why the hell were you there anyway&#8230; neither of you are Order.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> grumps. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy clicks her tongue at this news. She seems genuinely disappointed. &#8220;Without so much as a &#8216;later bitch&#8217; or goodbye note? After everythin&#8217; we been through together? Typical man.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s why I said &#8216;healthy&#8217;. I&#8217;m not here to defeat anyone in the polls but the Legion.. If the Sons do secure us a borough, that&#8217;s bonus.. But I&#8217;d rather first we secure actually HAVING a town.. You know, having stores left people care to visit, having bars and diners people dare to leave their homes for..&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> remarks, sitting back up to offer that remark without having to speak through the back of the seat in front of her. &#8220;.. Dunked my golden acorn in Redstone, to help your folk secure that turf. Dunked two briefcases, a coin from Ra&#8217;s treasury, and a real fancy watch into Fairefield, which saw them drop about eight percent.. And only now have fought a way back up into a poll in All Saints.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia sighs and throws another handful of popcorn towards the back rows before turning around with a huff. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy considers Sylvia and Selene given they&#8217;re likely overhearing all of this, but decides there&#8217;s no real benefit to secrecy now. &#8220;Well you see, it was the full moon an&#8217; I w-&#8221; Suddenly popcorn comes flying in, gently but alarming no less. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He didn&#8217;t say anything to me either,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> shrugs in reply to Mercy. &#8220;Calazar&#8217;s a dick. That was never in question.&#8221; She takes out her phone and rudely (at least she dims the screen until it&#8217;s nearly completely dark) begins scrolling her socials. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;God, he really was. Is.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy<\/span> agrees. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">The suit stays -on- durin&#8217;.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Yeah clean yer face up, bitch. You a whole mess.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Sylvia puts up her feet onto the backrest of the seat in front of her. &#8220;What is the suit for a werewolf?&#8221;, she wonders aloud, &#8220;Is it the wolf or the human?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Seraphina gnaws on her red vine, working her jaw about as she focuses again on the movie screen. Teagan&#8217;s phone does catch her eye, though, with the light from the phone screen and gets a little nosy, leaning her head on the woman&#8217;s shoulder again. The flying popcorn from Sylvia doesn&#8217;t seem to bother her too much, though she does swat a piece of it out of her pretty raven hair. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Depends on the werewolf.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy<\/span> answers bluntly, shoving more chips in her mouth. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">You know what, maybe this is scientifically accurate on what happens to men when they sex-deprived.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I liked Stingray Sam much better&#8230;.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says, after Mercy. &#8220;But I think that you&#8217;re right.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Gotta dip for.. a bit.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Selene<\/span> remarks, too quiet for anyone to really get disturbed by. It comes sudden, too, with her forsaking some of her snacks in the hurry. <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia shivers again as she hears the crunch of the chips, but does not answer this time, trying to get more comfortable in her seat. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Stingray Sam was wholesome as fuck.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Wait, wh- did they d- oh.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Mercy adds on, &#8220;To be honest though we could jus&#8217; be watchin&#8217; old infomercials an&#8217; I&#8217;d probably still enjoy these chill movie hangs.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Nothing too interesting on the phone. <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> is just scrolling random MyHaven profiles and checking chats. She&#8217;s lounging, as if this were just the sofa at home. The movie is good background noise. She&#8217;s got snacks! &#8220;Wouldn&#8217;t most men claim they&#8217;re always sex-deprived?&#8221; she muses while eating more of her twizzlers. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy leaps up from her seat, and chips explode out of the bag in her hand. &#8220;THEY FOUND THE LAND OF MILK AN&#8217; TITTIES!!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;And evidently vaginas of glass.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Sounds dangerous.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Next time some loser puttin&#8217; the moves on me m&#8217;gonna tell him I got glassgina.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Probably make them want you more.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> remarks. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Gonna be honest I thought he was gonna say he had a sixteen inch- you know.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You have a dirty mind. And who in their right mind wants -that-?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says, gasping -that- out. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">You -know- someone does. I dunno who, but someone always does.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Aw hell yeah I love a good chase first.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Man why ain&#8217; they able to jus&#8217; be happy on Venus an&#8217; chill out.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Sylvia says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">Because he would have killed the boy! If you hadn&#8217;t yapped all the time you would know what the plot was about!<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t tell me that you&#8217;re sad again&#8230;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> says slash asks. She tries to hide her grin after Sylvia&#8217;s quip, by wrapping her cherry lips over her straw to suck up some icee. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Is it so wrong fer me to want a happy endin&#8217;?!&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Mercy<\/span> shrieks, passionate. <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia hunches her shoulders as she is reminded and quickly shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy keeps going because now the dam has broke and she has woes to air. &#8220;M&#8217;sleep deprived an&#8217; Jim&#8217;s fuckin&#8217; DEAD ON MY FLOOR CAUSE I OFFERED HIM PANCAKES!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It was a happy ending,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> assures. Then, &#8220;Wait&#8230; what?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I wouldn&#8217;t worry about it,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> murmurs, not looking up from her phone. She glances to the twizzlers, unfinished. A glance to Lockheed, at opposite shoulder as Seraphina. &#8220;Want the rest?&#8221; she asks the dragonling, holding up the bag. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy just huffs and waves away any further questioning. &#8220;Nothin&#8217;.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Once credits have rolled, the lights in <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina&#8217;s<\/span> theatre begins to brighten, slowly, for those with sensitive eyes. &#8220;I hope that you mean figuratively, because you offered to cook or something&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia stifles a yawn and stretches before slowly getting up from her seat. <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia edges out of the row of seats and carelessly drops the ticket stub in the aisle. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh&#8230; Before you go, can I get your number? I&#8217;ll prod Thomas when I get home.&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> asks Sylvia. <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia laughs quietly at the sight of Lockheed but turns her attention towards Seraphina. &#8220;Uh, sure. It&#8217;s&#8230;. seven-one-zero&#8230; zero-three-eight-four&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Teagan watches Lockheed go after the discarded ticket stub, shaking her head. &#8220;You play more than the cat,&#8221; she tells the dragonling with amusement. The extra candy is stuffed into her bag while she juggles drink and popcorn still. She should&#8217;ve eaten the popcorn first! But twizzlers, ah. The perfect movie snack. &#8220;C&#8217;mon, there&#8217;s got to be better toys at home than that.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>If one likes plastic, sure. <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Seraphina<\/span> grabs up her trash, the half-eaten popcorn, and the empty bag of red vines, and begins to stand. Bits of popcorn trickle down the front of the so-called dress she is wearing. &#8220;Like babies and boxes, I suppose.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Sylvia nods at Seraphina with a smile, glances over to Teagan and her pet and finally frowns at Mercy, hurrying up as she walks past her. &#8220;Great. Call me anytime&#8230;&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Mercy is very obviously lingering, soaking up the human interaction she&#8217;ll never outright admit she actually needs as much as she does. Sylvia&#8217;s frown is caught though, and readily returned with a sharp-eyed squint. <\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">just sylv Jus&#8217; remember, that vendin&#8217; machine coulda been YOU.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Mercy says &#8220;<span style=\"color:#00afff\">sylv Jus&#8217; remember, that vendin&#8217; machine coulda been YOU.<\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n<p>Sylvia flinches at Mercy&#8217;s words, her glare intensifying but without answering she hurries to get out of the theatre. <\/p>\n<p>There is a fond roll of eyes and a sigh as <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Teagan<\/span> leads Lockheed toward the exit. 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