Catching A Movie
Roleplaying Log: Catching A Movie
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IC Details
Synopsis:

Conner and Sif meet in the park, and he decides to show her his favorite theater.

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IC Date: August 15, 2019
IC Location: _nyc
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 18 Aug 2019 18:41
Rating & Warnings: PG-13 at most.
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Associated Plots

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It's a fine, hot, and sunny day in New York City. The natives have retreated to the air conditioning of the buildings, while the tourists are out in droves, getting in a last bit of the city before they return to school and work for the fall. Among those tourists is one from a little further afield.

Outside the battery, Sif is pacing in a slow circle, inspecting the fortifications of the old building. Well. Old by New York standards. By Asgardian standards it's a little baby. In jeans and a t-shirt, her clothes blend in with the natives. But her posture doesn't.

* * *

It's a nice day, and Conner is treating it like one. He's out of costume and enjoying the park. He doesn't really need to work out, but he doesn't exactly understand that. So, he's on a nice run. Dressed in running shoes and shorts, and a faded Gotham Knights baseball shirt, he chugs along at a leisurely pace.

He rounds a corner and comes to a slow stop, deciding to take a bit of a break. This is when Sif comes into view, and he arches an eyebrow as he takes her in.

* * *

Really, no one but a soldier or a serious historian would have this level of interest in an old fort, and Sif doesn't really look like the scholarly sort. So when she crouches down next to the base of a wall to dig a bit at the dirt, well. It's probably a little strange. Whatever she finds though, she seems to approve of, nodding once to herself as she straightens to move a little further around.

"Good foundation," she muses to herself, then looks up. Then she backs up, looking to one side and then the other, as if trying to determine just how one gets to the top of the walls.

* * *

"It's cool," Conner calls out as he steps up beside her. He looks over the wall and reaches out to brush a fingertip over it. "But old. You into history and stuff?," he asks curiously. He glances over at her, cocking his head to the side as he tries to get a bit of a read on her. He was first drawn by her beauty, but then decided to say something due to her slight oddness.

* * *

"Old relative to the rest of this city, perhaps," Sif grins as Conner comes closer, brushing her hands off against each other. "Not so old in the grand scheme of things. Old enough to have outlived its original purpose," she points out, gesturing around them. "Though I suppose warfare itself has changed enough that there's little need for it."

It seems to take a moment for his question to sink in, her smile deepening just a bit at one corner of her lips. "Yes, you could say that I've been into history." Quite literally, in some cases. "It's always interesting to see what does and doesn't change."

* * *

"I guess so, yeah. History is alright. I'm not, like, anti-history or anything. Just never what I was ever best at." He shrugs and leans against the stone wall as he faces her. "Tourist?," he asks, curiously. He offers a hand and flashes her a smile. "I am, kinda. I'm from Gotham, originally, but I settled in the area. Still trying to get used to it. Conner."

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"Tourist, new arrival…" Sif lifts her hand wiggling it from side to side. "A bit of both, you could say. Maybe trying to decide which. I'm Sif," she introduces herself as she takes the offered hand in a firm grip, smile easy. "A pleasure to meet you, Conner. In all honesty, history was never my best subject either. I've always been more of the learn by experience type. If not history, what's your favorite subject, Conner?"

* * *

He spends a moment considering how to answer that, and then he grins. "Huh. I don't know. Always dug music? And I took a class on cinema. Loved that one, too. I love going to the movies." Conner shrugs his athletic shoulders and steps away from the stone wall. "Sif. Cool name," the young man offers with a lopsided grin. "Don't think I've ever met someone with it before."

* * *

"It's a little old-fashioned," Sif admits with a shrug. "But people don't usually have too much trouble spelling it, so there's that. Do you know, I'm not sure when the last time I saw a movie was." Probably never, but no sense in admitting that. What's the difference between that and a play anyhow? Probably nothing important.

"It's all stories when it comes down to it, though," she says thoughtfully. "What's your favorite?"

* * *

Oh, that caught his attention! "Whoa, you can't think of the last time you saw a movie?" He flashes her a wider grin. "I -love- movies. I wanted to be a director when I was younger." Conner furrows his brow as he thinks. "Huh. That's…that's quite a question." He brushes his fingers back through his dark hair and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "I just saw The Neverending Story again the other day. I love that one. It's old, but…cool? Oh, Empire Records is up there! I love movies from way back then." Way back then. The distant 90's. He -is- Gen-X, though. POSSIBLY the very lower end of Millenial.

"There's this awesome place in down called The Empire Theater. They're actually showing a bunch of older movies this week."

* * *

"Hey, life's been busy," Sif grins. "Who's got the time? I don't think I've seen either of those, though. I'll have to see if I can catch them sometime. The Empire Theater, you say?" She tilts her head, looking down the street. "I'll have to try to remember that. At least the city's well-organized," she chuckles. "Follow the numbers, you don't get too lost. And it's an island, so if you hit water, turn around."

* * *

He considers that for a few moments and then grins again. "Well, what're you doing now? I'll even pay." Conner winks at her and crosses his arms over his chest. "I think they're showing Lost Boys tonight. It's one of those awesome older movies. What do you say, hmm?"

* * *

Sif pauses for a moment, tilting her head as she considered. "All right," she agrees after a brief moment, smile flashing. "To be completely honest with you, I don't have a damn thing more important to do right now. I might as well enjoy myself, right?" She looks him over, almost just a little too hard, as she works through what appropriate attire is for various things here and now. "Though if you need to finish your run, I'm happy to follow along."

* * *

"I'll go home and change, sure." He gives her an address in a nice, but older part of the city frequented by indie kids and hipsters and punks and the like. The type of folks who keep an old movie theater going! "Meet you there in two hours?" He could be there in minutes, but he's trying to pretend to be a normal guy, afterall.

* * *

"Sure, sounds good." Oddly enough, Sif doesn't record the address in a phone. She mouths it a couple of times, memorizing it, and then nods once more as if it's been safely locked away. In fact, she hasn't so much as glanced at a phone the entire time. Clearly this is some sort of pod person.

* * *

Well, maybe Conner digs pod people! He offers her a wave and turns to head of at a leisurely 'normal person' run. Soon enough he is out of sight. After a block or two of this he ends up in a secluded part of the park…and he takes off into the air. He flies back to the Titans hideout in a blur of speed, before he heads to his room in the abandoned mall (Which happens to look like a T if you are looking at it from above)

Some time later, the Empire Theater waits. The old posters out front show the movies currently playing in rotation on the single screen. Movies from the sixties through nineties are the most common. A few other people mill about out front, waiting to be let in. Conner shows up in tight jeans, boots, a tight t-shirt, and a leather jacket.

* * *

Sif's wardrobe of Midgardian clothes is less than expansive. To be fair, Sif's wardrobe in general is less than expansive. Clothes are not really her thing. She did manage to find something that resembled a blouse, though. It's more of a tunic with a high collar and a split neckline in deep burgundy, but it's at least not a t-shirt. The fact that it's often worn beneath armor just…doesn't need to be shared.

She found her way to the theater easily enough, raising her hand to hail Conner as she approaches. Instead of the ponytail she wore earlier, her hair is only half up, though there's no evidence of make up. Also not her thing. "The Lost Boys, you said?" she grins as she gets closer.

* * *

He nods to that and smiles. "Mmmhm. It's about punk vampires in the 1980's. A total classic." His bright blue eyes dip over her. "You look great, by the way. Seen a lot of girls try the 'natural' look, but most of them don't really pull it off. You glow, though." Conner turns and steps up to the ticket booth. He fishes out his wallet. "Hey. Two for The Lost Boys." He pulls out some cash and pays.

* * *

"Thank you. I can't say I'm trying anything, though," Sif smirks, standing close enough to see the exchange without making any comment on it. Always useful to see how things go with someone else. "I've just never been one for pretense. Or the finer things. I'd much rather run and fight and play than sit inside with womens' work."

* * *

Superboy grins softly and nods. "I can respect that. But…I don't really get the whole 'women's work' thing," he says. He turns to hand Sif her ticket before they head into the large, old fashioned lobby. There's a counter with soda, popcorn and candy. He moves to get in line as he looks back over to her. "What I mean is…I like to cook. And I love to get into a good fight. A woman can like the same stuff. It's weird when people try and make it more then just…what people like to do."

* * *

"I don't know about weird," Sif muses. "There have always been reasons for the division of labor. It's just…when you make hard and fast rules out of it that things get awkward for people. A man should be able to cook," she nods toward Conner. "And there are other things that men can be quite skilled at, even if they're normally the purview of women." Like magic. "Like common sense." The corners of her eyes crinkle as she says it, smile crooked.

* * *

"Well, yeah. I do get that. But…splitting it by gender is the weird thing to me. Some of the most bad ass warriors I know are women." He shares a hideout with Starfire, among others, afterall. He smirks softly at that last jab. "Oooh, I see. Har har. Want to share some popcorn?," he asks, getting to the head of the line.

* * *

"Sure," Sif chuckles at the offer of popcorn, hands comfortably in her pockets. "And you're right. There's no reason a woman can't fight or a man can't cook. The world just likes to make us work for it." She's quiet for a moment, then quirks a brow over at him. "So what's youre favorite thing to cook?"

* * *

"Carribean food. Spicy food. They often go hand-in-hand." He grins over at her. "I'm also trying to get into baking." He pays for a big thing of popcorn for them to share, and he hands it over to her and gestures to the salt and butter dispenser, so she can decide how much to add. He, of course, has no idea that she's likely clueless about such things.

* * *

Sif is entirely clueless about it. But hey, at least she can read. And watch other people. Though the first time she pushes the button the butter spills out into the grate beneath the dispenser instead of into popcorn. "Butter?" Sif says, looking over with an arch of her brow and a wry smile. "And here I thought butter was solid."

Not that it stops her from adding plenty of it, shaking the bucket around to try to get it to sink in. Because, well. Volstagg says there's no such thing as too much butter, and you always trust what Volstagg says about food.

* * *

"Well, this stuff is part butter and part oil or something like that." He reaches out to snatch a few pieces of popcorn and eats them, nodding in approval. "Cool. Cool cool cool." Conner grins at her and begins to walk towards the entrance to the main theater. "So, if you don't have time to watch movies, then…what do you spend your time doing?," he asks curiously.

* * *

"I'm in security," Sif says, trying a few pieces of popcorn herself. It's an easy answer, and a true one. Maybe not the whole truth, but part of it. "Personal protection, intelligence. Strategy. Mostly as a sort of…boots on the ground presence, you know?" It's possible that she's also picked up a lot of how to describe it from some sort of brochure, but at least she tries. "And I love it. It's the only thing I ever wanted to do."

* * *

"Security? Well, you did mention that you like fighting!" He considers all of that and nods a bit as they head into the theater. There's only a smattering of other people in here. He heads towards some seats in the back and slides down into one. "So, like…a private security firm or something that? Like…mercs hired out by the government?" He arches an eyebrow and peers over at her.

* * *

"Not…exactly." Sif settles into her seat, leaning back and propping one foot up against the seat in front of her as she looks over at Conner, considering. "More high profile personal security and everything that goes with it. Sometimes that means protecting your ward from themselves, sometimes that means protecting them from whatever they've managed to jump into. Sometimes it might be a little bit of enabling that sort of thing…"

* * *

Superboy nods slowly to that. "Huh. That sounds like it must be pretty interesting. Have any crazy stories from it?," he asks with a lopsided grin. He glances up at the screen as trailers begin playing. Movies from the period of the main features release plays. The theater seems to have the sort of community that people talk quietly during it. It isn't like everyone is quiet and tense during the newest Blockbuster release.

* * *

"I have…so many stories," Sif chuckles, taking another handful of popcorn. "But we're here for this story," she points toward the movie screen. "Tell me, what is it about this one that you enjoy? What makes it so good that you'll come out to watch it again when you've already seen it?"

* * *

"Shared experience. Seeing it with people who haven't seen it so you can see their reactions. Or, noticing things you never noticed last time you saw it. Or feeling familiar emotions from a moment you love." He shrugs a bit. "Hmm. I like the kinda cheesiness of it. But the music is good and the acting is fun, and it's also super funny with a somewhat surprising story.."

* * *

"Ah, so you are about the essence of the story," Sif smiles faintly. "The same thing that drew people to sit in a circle while someone sang, or recited an epic poem. Perhaps you have an old soul, Conner." It's hard to tell if she's serious or teasing, but she doesn't seem to be making fun of him. "I can respect that. Stories aren't just about what happens in them, after all."

* * *

"I mean…maybe I do?," he replies, grinning softly. And then the movie starts. He is quiet through most of it, though he laughs at funny moments, cheers at the points to cheer at, and clearly adores the experience. He also keeps an eye on her reaction as well.

* * *

Sif watches the story with a childlike intensity, completely unself-conscious when it comes to laughing or cheering. There may be a few parts where she groans and covers her face as characters are about to make poor tactical decisions, too. But overall she just seems to let herself get wrapped up in the whole experience of it.

* * *

That is awesome. He loves that she gets so into it. When the movie is finally over he is beaming at her. "We should come here again sometime. Maybe…I don't know…do dinner first?," Conner throws out casually as he rises to his feet. "Make, like…a night of it? They play a lot of awesome movies."

* * *

"I see why you can see it again," Sif grins as the movie ends, arching a brow ever so slightly at his question. "I believe that is what they call a date, is it not?" she asks, smile quirking. She doesn't wait for an aswer, though. "I think that sounds…nice," she nods. There's some shadow of a deeper thought behind it, though it seems one she's practiced at hiding.

* * *

Superboy grins and nods. "Yeah, that'd be a date. I mean, -technically- this could be considered a date. So that would be a -second- date." He winks at her and leads the way back out into the lobby. "They have three movies in this series. Number two is…okay. Not -terrible- but it doesn't have the charm the original has. I honestly haven't seen the third one."

* * *

"Oh, well, if it's a second date then I'm obligated to bring you flowers, right?" Sif grins as they make their way out. "Or is it ribbons? I can never keep these things straight…"

* * *

Superboy laughs. "Well, how about this. In two days we'll meet where we met last time? Let's say…five PM? We'll figure it out from there." With the date set the evening ends.

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