Time Warp
A Word: I was asked for Damian and Cass reacting to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. And I am evil enough to make Cass insist on the live shows.
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Cassandra insists they go to the live show first, because it's a limited run and they might miss something if they wait to watch the DVD Damian found in Richard's room.
Damian decides immediately that he is never listening to another idea from his sister ever again, and he declares it the fifth time he gets his cheeks pinched by people in corsets and feathers who try to paint his face to match theirs. Cassandra laughs at him and her eyes are bright in a way that is all too rare for him to see. It must be the glitter paint smeared around her eyes, but Damian allows himself to hold still the next time a man in heels pulls out a tube of red lipstick.
This is nothing like the movie theaters Richard tends to drag them to. There are seats but few people are actually even sitting in them. The screen is suspended over a stage that is filled with props and Damian has a suspicion that they are meant to be used during the event. He hears 'audience participation' get thrown around a few too many times for his own comfort.
"The show hasn't even started yet," he grumbles as Cassandra produces a vivid green boa from somewhere and wraps it around his neck. The feathers itch his skin and nose and he pulls on it until it's not as annoying. "Why are they so exuberant?"
The crowd is a living thing that moves around them laughing and smiling in ways that make Damian's neck prickle. Cassandra guides them towards the back. It's no less crowded there but Damian feels better instantly when he has a wall at his back. A woman far too old to be wearing her undergarments as outerwear gives them a dazzling smile. "Don't worry, they have the good speakers set up so you'll hear everything just fine back here too," she gives a wink more exaggerated by the fake lashes glues to her face as she hands them both wrapped lollypops. "It's the best place in the house to see the screen for your little brother."
Damian loses the candy fast because he doesn't trust anything edible being handed out in this crowd, but Cassandra show no hesitation in eating hers. She's having fun despite herself. He cannot begrudge her that.
He can, however, feel dread as the lights dim slightly and a wave of anticipation goes through the crowd as images start to flicker across the screen. "What have I got myself into?"
Cassandra laughs.
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