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[trust_us_with_your]

[There's the sound of a clap here, one accomplished meeting of palms.]


Good evening, Drifters...!

Are your evenings feeling a little dull? Do you find yourself with extra time? Sick of staring at a fucking wall, dick in your hand, counting the cracks and waiting for sunrise, when the Convoy fires up again and we all carry on to whatever fresh Hell awaits us down the road?

Then allow me to interrupt your evening routine with a formal invitation: Aboard the Convoy itself at 7 sharp on a nightly basis, I will be putting up a screen to air one of a number of movies I keep among a personal collection. Action flicks, thrillers, horror, mystery, comedy, monsters marauding through the cities, and so much more are on offer, and will be selected at random for a little kick!

Got a request for a particular movie? Weeell, that's a little tricky considering we're all from different worlds, but I guarantee I probably have something a little close to what you're craving if you give me a synopsis to mull on.

In the future, once it stops being cold enough to freeze off your fingers and toes, my plan is to take the movie nights outside in a drive-in format, allowing all to tune in to the evening's offer from the comfort of their respective vehicles. Wouldn't that be nice...?

At any rate, I plan on starting things off tomorrow night with one of my personal favorite films, so give it a little thought.

But rest assured: You can trust me with your entertainment!

...

Oh, and if you see a big iguana-looking monster running around here, he's a new Drifter and kind of a Big Deal. He's also a good boy, so don't be an asshole.

Comments

[vaultless]

[Lucy is admittedly a bit of a movie buff, having seen a whole fifteen (!) movies. Of course, she had seen all those movies with her dad, and he had turned out to be an asshole, so all of those memories were a little... not to be dwelled on at the moment. But, perhaps she could make new memories.

Had Max ever even seen a movie?]

Oh, that's very kind of you.

Would you happen to have any old romance movies?

[Pre-war ones, from when the men were kind, the women beautiful and the earth not irradiated to hell.]

[trust_us_with_your]

Why, thank you, ma'am...!

[KIND. You hear that? Kind. Oh, he likes you already.]

That I do! Got a little melodrama, some romantic comedies among others... you say 'old', but what- what decade are we talking, here?

[vaultless]

Which decade...? [A thoughtful hum, but it's not like Lucy can narrow it down much further.] Oh, anything pre-Great War would do. Though, well, I guess it's not like there are post-war movies.

[At least, she doesn't think so. The people in the wasteland don't seem to have the, uh, bandwidth to be making movies when they are busy killing and looting each other.]

[trust_us_with_your]

...Hhhhuh...

Color me curious- what year was the Great War? Getting a hunch that we've got historical forks in the road, here.

[vaultless]

2077, of course. That's when the bombs fell.

[Of course, technically, it all started much earlier with the Sino-American conflict, but everybody Lucy knows knows what the Great War refers to that one day in October 2077 when life as everybody knew it changed.]

[trust_us_with_your]

[It was said so matter-of-factly. But that's not the reason he bursts into laughter. Really, it's no laughing matter at all, but he's already dead so who fucking cares?]

Right, right- I think I've got a good handful of pre-War flicks for you...!

I'm guessing you want the 'junk food' type, huh? Grand gestures, sweeping musical scores, a desperate confession before the dramatic kiss in the rain...?

[vaultless]

[All of that sounds wonderful. The cheesier the better, honestly. But first--!]

I don't see how the nuclear destruction of the world is a laughing matter.

[trust_us_with_your]

[He's got an adaptation of Pride and Prejudice for you, sweetheart, don't you worry-]

Your Great War and mine are a cool 160 years apart, so I was confused...! It's an irony laugh-!

[vaultless]

160 years apart... do you mean there was another nuclear war?

[She really needs to find someone to tell her what happened in the 200 years since the Great War!]

[trust_us_with_your]

Not in my neck of the woods. 'Great War' for me was in the 1910s when I was a kid- no nukes there- and then a second war from... what, '39 to 1945? Two nukes happened there, but the country hit bounced back after a whole hell of a lot of time spent recovering.

I'm guessing yours was the whole world getting cooked, huh?

[vaultless]

That's... one way to put it, yes. The conflict between America and China finally ramped up to the use of nuclear weapons and then nobody had anything anymore.

[Or maybe it was another player who launched the first bomb. But Lucy only knows the official story she's been told.]

/threadjack

[propatriamori]

Would that be the Final War, then?

[Normally, Edward wouldn't interrupt a conversation others are having, particularly not someone he likes as well as Vox. But this is the first time anyone has given a specific year for what he thinks of as the Final War, so he has to interject.]

Forgive me, I don't mean to interrupt. But I fought in the Great War, and I'm told it ends in 1918.

[vaultless]

I've never heard it called that, but... it's an apt enough description.

[Not that the world has exactly become peaceful in its wake, but... well, it's also not at a world-wide war anymore. It's kind hard to be when society truly just has been wrecked to shit.]

But yes, the First World War ends in 1918. 11 November, if I remember correctly. And what we now call the Great War started and ended on October 23rd, 2077.

[A moment of hesitation and then.]

I'm sorry it didn't end wars like it was supposed to. Your Great War, I mean.

[propatriamori]

All the way until November...

[Forgive him, Lucy; Edward knows his war ends in 1918, but no one has ever mentioned the exact date. He was hoping it ended earlier in the year, instead of stretching on until nearly the year's end. This is an extremely depressing revelation.]

I wouldn't know. It was the summer of 1917 for me.

[He sighs softly.]

It was supposed to. We were told... we had to believe...

[Fuck.]

I apologise. I didn't mean to interrupt your discussion about film. I'll excuse myself.

[And he disconnects the call.]

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[solitarysoul]

I haven't really seen any movies but I kinda of wanted to. I think this is a great idea.

[trust_us_with_your]

No time like the present! It's the perfect way to unwind after a particularly shitty day.

[solitarysoul]

That is most of the days here.

[trust_us_with_your]

HAH! And now you know why I'm doing this nightly!

[solitarysoul]

Do you have any horror?

[propatriamori]

You've met the big lad then?

[Movies are exciting and all, but so are new Drifters who are giant lizard monsters.]

I have as well. I believe he's going to be a part of the Swarm.

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[alittlebeastliness]

So what's your favorite movie? Don't hold out on us!