Chapter 11: Movies and rivalries
A/N: Yes, no upload yesterday, whoop de doo. I went out and watched a movie.
The rest of the week passed quickly. We both basically did our own thing, she screwed around in Mafia Town quite a bit while I mostly stayed on the ship.
Anyway, we went down to the studio and were led to a theater. I'm extremely curious how these movies were going to be, and I'd bet the kid is too. We were quickly seated next to the Conductor, as his movie was going to be playing first.
After a couple of minutes, the lights dimmed and the screen lit up.
Murder On The Owl Express
As I expected, the movie was stellar. The crowds were so surprised when the murderer was revealed that I couldn't help but begin grinning evilly. At the end, the credits began to play (obviously).
Conductor as Conductor
Some girl as Detective Useless.
Tall guy as Mr. Mastermind
Crows as C.A.W. Agents
Owls as Owls
...
I like my name in the movie. You can guess whose name I didn't.
I leaned over to the Conductor and gave him a nasty glare. "Care to explain why you thought you'd make the kid's stage name derogatory? You know what happened to the owl in the movie that did something similar?" I said calmly. He seemed confused.
"Eh? I did peck all!" He replied, "The lass' name in the movie was supposed to be Detective Underdog! Not this pecking nonsense!"
"Well I suggest you fix it, or I'll 'fix it' myself," I warned, and he nodded. I then turned to the kid, who was pouting. "This was a simple mistake, kiddo. He's gonna fix it," I told her, and she nodded.
"Hmph. Good," She scoffed. I looked at the screen. The results for the movie were in at 700 points. That seemed to be an extremely high score for a movie, as the maximum seemed to be around the 850 mark.
We went back into the theater lobby and waited, then went back into the theater to see the DJ's movie.
Everyone was seated once again, and the DJ sat down next to us, but a bit further away. Something seemed... off... about his, well, demeanor to me. Conductor was more brash and, frankly, rude, but he seemed genuine, and he seemed to be an actually decent person (except when angry).
DJ Grooves seemed... fake. He was kind and welcoming, but he did it in a way that to me seemed simply professional, cold, and calculated. Almost like he was doing it simply as a way to make us feel more comfortable.
There was only one or two moments where I felt like his reactions and words were genuine, and thus I didn't trust him. I didn't trust him at all. However, I already told him that he'd regret hurting her, and he complied, so I was fine.
He's a movie director. He's gotta act professionally and nicely somewhat to succeed. Anyway, the lights dimmed once more and the screen lit up.
Picture Perfect
Wait, that's my joke! I turned to him and he smiled relaxedly. At least he has a sense of humour.
The movie was... alright. It was good, wholesome, and funny, and I loved watching it, but it seemed to be missing something. Action, maybe. There was no story, climax, turning point, nothing. Just a kid and a young adult becoming superstars. Anyway, the movie ended and the credits began rolling.
DJ Grooves as The Stylish Mentor
Some girl as The Mysterious Diva
Tall guy as The Gallant Superstar.
Now that's more like it. I wouldn't consider myself gallant, though, even though I knew the way he meant it. I'm not brave or heroic, and I'm most definitely not chivalrous. Either way, I was satisfied with the credits, at least.
The results came in at 660 points. Well, that was rather surprising. Maybe the critics liked the interaction/friendliness between me and the kid? I mean, technically, in Murder On The Owl Express, she was the protagonist while I was the antagonist.
I was trying to deceive and beguile her, foil her plan, have someone else accused of the 'murder'. Maybe they preferred how we were both the protagonists in this movie.
We'll have to wait for the two other movies to find out.
We left the theater and returned to the ship.
"So, how'd ya think we did in our first movies, kiddo?" I asked, and she grinned.
"That was amazing!" She squealed.
"Definitely," I said.
"I'm just kind of annoyed because of that title," She grumbled.
"It was a mistake. Or, some idiot in Conductor's team is either dyslexic or a complete twit. Either way, they need to be fired," I muttered, "But, it's going to be fixed, and that's what counts."
She nodded.
"We begin recording again tomorrow, right?" She asked.
"Yep," I answered, "What do you want to do while we wait?"
She held up a gaming controller. "Wanna race me?" She asked.
This seemed extremely familiar.
Once again, I was back to where I was before.
"What the hell?! How did you get so far ahead?!"
"I get the start-of-race boost, drift wherever I can, and do tricks wherever I can. Clearly that's far too advanced for you."
"Remind me to never play Mario Kart with you again."
I snapped out of my flashback.
"Wha?" I mumbled. She gave me a confused glare then showed me the game. It seemed extremely similar to the game I was playing in my flashback, whatever 'Mario Kart' was.
"So, wanna race?" She asked, "I'll go easy on you, you've never played before."
"Kid," I said, "I don't understand how, but some of the things you're doing is making me remember some things. Like, some actions you do gives me Deja Vu, then I get a flashback."
"Oh?" She said, "Is that what just happened?"
"Yeah," I replied, "Back where I come from, I played a game just like this, and I was the best in my family at it, by a long shot. Are you really sure you wanna race me at an exact copy of the game I'm a god at?"
"Pfft," She said, "You clearly haven't seen me yet."
"Very well, if you're gonna be so cocky, looks like I gotta give you a little reality check," I muttered, then sat down.
The controller felt familiar, and I adapted to it quickly. She went into the game, and we selected our racers and courses.
"Prepare yourself," I said, and she snorted. The race begun, but I didn't know how to get the boost, so she took off.
However, the drifting and tricking, like in that game I played back home, was exactly the same, and combining that with there being items, I caught up quickly.
The rest of the race was... interesting... to say the least. She was in the lead and about to cross the finish line, but I chucked an item at her and she spun out, and I crossed the line a fraction of a second before she did.
I definitely wasn't expecting such a close race.
"Well," I said, "That was unexpected."
"Definitely," She said with sass.
"I meant how close that race was, not me winning," I grumbled, and she giggled. "You know, you had an advantage because you've played this multiple times before, but this game itself is new to me, yet I still won. How badly do you think I'll beat you once I familiarize myself to this?" I taunted.
"I want a rematch!" She pouted.
"Oh? You're challenging me again?" I asked smugly, "Instead of accepting defeat, you're gonna drag this out?"
"I can't beat the peck out of you without racing you again," She grumbled condescendingly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and I chuckled.
"Fine, then. Come at me," I said, and she grinned.
"That was the easiest map in the game. Let's see how you fare on the hardest!" She said evilly, "Not even I can beat this one without falling off constantly."
"Ohoho, now we're talking!" I exclaimed.
"Let's go," She said.
I have a feeling this is going to be the beginning of an eternal virtual rivalry, a clash of the gaming titans that would last forever, as both of us are far too stubborn to admit defeat.
Heh.
We'll just have to keep playing.
