Reese liked watching movies.

It was her whole thing.

Her first ever alternate world was a movie.

Monsters Inc.

She'd shown up beside the torture chamber, with Mike Wazokchi. She'd hit the red monster on the head with a lead pip. She couldn't remember his name just now, if you hit someone on the head you should remember their name.

Anyway, she'd set off a trend of jumping to movie-realities. She loved the work she did behind it. All the research around the films, into the worlds she'd be going into. Sometimes she made an entire working plan, other times she just had to work with what she had. Things got changed, flipped right upside down.

Sometimes she watched films that were so good that Reese wanted to go to that reality only to experience it. Princess Bride was such a classic, for example, perfect with all of it's craziness that Reese would ruin the flow of it instead of fix it.

Other films she watched were so bad nothing she did would help. Like...truly terrible films. The Room was a close exception- but Reese knew she'd never go to that reality. A lot of other ones out there were just...bad.

She would watch those movies just for fun. To laugh at them. She couldn't go to that reality, but she could Mystery Science Theatre the hell out of it.

This was why Reese decided to go see the newly released mummy movie. There were always good reasons to laugh at this kind of classic.

==W&R==

This movie was hilarious. Not traditionally hilarious, in fact the makers of the movie might think it was offensive how much comedy Reese was taking from their action thriller.

But just...the fight scenes were so bad. The reasoning for the whole movie was even worse. Like, the archeologist was sent to investigate this pyramid in what was just a cheap copy of Indiana Jones. They probably thought they were subtle, calling him Montana Nebraska.

Oh it was just so bad...Reese thought they were hilarious.

"There's an inscription here. An... an incantation of some sort. 'Owah Tagu Siam!'"

"Oh no, Nebraska, don't do that." Reese quietly snickered to herself. She had gotten herself a seat in the far back of the theatre. This way, her quiet comments could be ignored by the bigger groups of people.

The mummy woke up all the same. Reese wanted to smack the idiot. She was also 50% certain those words were from a made up language. She would have to check later...they just sound made up.

Worse off was that Nebraska was STILL READING THE HIEROGLYPHS OUT LOUD! Come on, man, you gotta stop that.

"The incantation will make the mummy come to life and obey your commands. Well, beat me with a chicken." Nebraska mused, probably using a ridiculous phrase that the writers thought people still used.

Reese rolled her eyes to the sky, silently cursing out an Author for this hilarious movie.

The mummy pulled a rubber chicken out from...uh...mummy magic?

"Ow! What?! Ooh! Hey! Stop! It's an- ow! Hey!"

Reese wasn't a heartless monster. That was funny. Objectively, that was funny.

Funnier still was the mummy setting off his own booby traps. While yeah that could be seen as something only an idiot would've done, it made more sense for the mummy to have done it on purpose to get rid of Montana Nebraska. Honestly, Reese didn't blame the mummy.

Yeah his pyramid was exploding but still. Worth it to get away from the dumb archeologist.

Reese liked this movie.

==W&R==

She curled up on her bed. The powered fans were whirring on her head. Her snake was wandering around the house someplace, Reese saw no reason to distract her.

Her laptop was set on her bed. Reese watched with the remains of her movie popcorn. She was happy she had a bunch of DVD's tucked into her bigger-on-the-inside bag. Reese could be entertained. Her palette could be cleansed.

Then again...the movie she picked had a lot of problems in it. Ones that weren't as hard to fix as the mummy movie. Reese could picture herself- maybe a teenage version, since a child wouldn't work here- in it. Already, half formed conversations were coming together in her head. They were piecing together different elements in her head.

Without hesitating, Reese pulled out a lined notebook. She grabbed a pen.

This was a problem for whenever Reese watched a movie she actually liked.

She got ideas...it was very hard to relax when you had ideas burning away in your head.

When Zara came home from her work day, the movie had long since ended. Reese was still scribbling off the notebook. She was surrounded by colored notecards, written in a code no snake could understand. Or any other human being.

Zara even tried to read it. Whatever Reese was writing made no sense. She seemed to be writing in symbols more than actual letters. Zara hissed.

Reese shook her head, startled out of her own head. She blinked at her snake in confusion. "Zara?" She sat up from leaning on her elbows. "When did you get here?" She signed.

The snake booped her nose on Reese's notes.

"What, is something wrong?" Reese picked up a colored note card. "Ah- you're right. I got this wrong. Maybe a re-watch would he-" Reese stopped herself. She lowered the card down. "...I wrote in- you won't care about it. This is a me thing, not a you thing."

The snake tilted her head. Reese smiled fondly at the little note. She tucked it back down on her spread on the bed.

"Hey, wanna watch a movie with me?" Reese asked the snake. "Promise I won't talk a lot. I know people get annoyed when I comment on stuff."

Well that answered that for Zara. She moved so she was in her favorite spot on Reese's shoulders. Reese smiled stiffly, setting up her movie to be played again.

The only noise besides the movie was the scribbling of her pen.