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citynet2023-11-05 10:31 pm
perfectdevil) wrote in citynet2023-11-05 10:31 pm
video; un: thevampirelestat
[ The screen opens up to a black imitation Chesterfield couch in pride of place at the centre of the screen. On it sits a young man of seemingly around twenty years old, dressed in a half unbuttoned black shirt and silver waistcoat, tight black slacks and shining black boots with golden toe caps; his long legs crossed elegantly before him, he lifts his wrist in a light wave of greeting toward the viewfinder. ]
Good evening, everyone. Lestat here.
[ A flourish of his other hand, a widespread sweep as if he'd just announced something very impressive, and then he leans forward with the manner one might take when speaking to a dear friend, rather than addressing a network of mostly strangers. ]
I've been thinking, mes trรจs chers, as I am often known to do: it's my birthday soon, and though I'd love nothing more than to throw some grand shindig and invite all of you, I have it from a reputable source that it might not be the best idea given the way the last party we were all invited to turned out for a lot of us.
[ In the background, another figure can be seen through the entranceway leading to the kitchen, though this man seems much less prepared to be on show to the entire network as he goes about taking off his gardening gloves and placing the tools he'd been using into the sink. He emerges a moment or two later with two freshly potted plants in his hands, which he deposits somewhere off-screen, before returning and taking his place at Lestat's side. ]
That, and, if I'm being honest... I'm feeling strangely low-key about it this year. All I really want to do is sit in the comfortable velvet seats of a quaint little movie theater and watch something new. I've heard of the media store opening soon, of course, but I'll be another year older weeks before its doors open. Instead of wasting time browsing once I'm inside, I thought instead that I might rely on the knowledge of the masses, so-to-speak, and get a few recommendations before that time comes.
So, I come to you with a question, my beloved City: what is your favourite movie? Tell me the plot, describe to me your favourite scene, tell me how your favourite actor 'eats up' every role they play โ truly, anything goes. If you don't have films in the world you are from, perhaps tell me your favourite story, and maybe while I'm inside the media store I can keep my eye out for an adaptation of it for you.
[ His eyes naturally slide to his side, to his patient companion, and a smile curls his mouth. ]
And, if you're interested in something a little more challenging... Louis is here, too, and he can be frightfully picky. If you manage to genuinely pique his interest, then you'll really impress me.
Good evening, everyone. Lestat here.
[ A flourish of his other hand, a widespread sweep as if he'd just announced something very impressive, and then he leans forward with the manner one might take when speaking to a dear friend, rather than addressing a network of mostly strangers. ]
I've been thinking, mes trรจs chers, as I am often known to do: it's my birthday soon, and though I'd love nothing more than to throw some grand shindig and invite all of you, I have it from a reputable source that it might not be the best idea given the way the last party we were all invited to turned out for a lot of us.
[ In the background, another figure can be seen through the entranceway leading to the kitchen, though this man seems much less prepared to be on show to the entire network as he goes about taking off his gardening gloves and placing the tools he'd been using into the sink. He emerges a moment or two later with two freshly potted plants in his hands, which he deposits somewhere off-screen, before returning and taking his place at Lestat's side. ]
That, and, if I'm being honest... I'm feeling strangely low-key about it this year. All I really want to do is sit in the comfortable velvet seats of a quaint little movie theater and watch something new. I've heard of the media store opening soon, of course, but I'll be another year older weeks before its doors open. Instead of wasting time browsing once I'm inside, I thought instead that I might rely on the knowledge of the masses, so-to-speak, and get a few recommendations before that time comes.
So, I come to you with a question, my beloved City: what is your favourite movie? Tell me the plot, describe to me your favourite scene, tell me how your favourite actor 'eats up' every role they play โ truly, anything goes. If you don't have films in the world you are from, perhaps tell me your favourite story, and maybe while I'm inside the media store I can keep my eye out for an adaptation of it for you.
[ His eyes naturally slide to his side, to his patient companion, and a smile curls his mouth. ]
And, if you're interested in something a little more challenging... Louis is here, too, and he can be frightfully picky. If you manage to genuinely pique his interest, then you'll really impress me.
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Different mediums require different approaches to storytelling. There's a release of tension, isn't there, when the curtain falls and all the actors come on stage to take a bow? There's no attempt to hide the artifice.
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Yeah, y'know, I think that's it. [ he hasn't ever really put much thought into it before, the differences between cinema and stage. for the most part Reno regards them both as ways to keep his brain turned off for a couple of hours. but if he had to think critically about it, yes, Louis is probably right. ] I think movies could take a page outta theater's book in that way. Leave it open-ended sometimes. It ain't like life ties itself up in a nice lil' bow for ya.
—Guess that's probably the point for some people. [ if life sucks, maybe what you want is to watch something that doesn't, where everything gets nicely resolved and everyone lives happily ever after. ]
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Certainly, that flavor of escapism has its place... every soul needs something to dream of, even if those dreams are out of reach. And yet, as you say, that doesn't reflect the world we live in. Sometimes what we truly want is to know that we aren't alone with our questions.
( He tilts his head slightly to one side, regarding Reno with a distant curiosity. Why does he feel like prodding at him to see what interesting things might come out of his mouth? Well— Louis knows why, of course, and it all has to do with Lestat. But he is intriguing in his own right, and not immediately the worst conversation partner Louis has ever had. Louis isn't sure yet whether he's irritated by that. )
You said it "ain't really your thing"?
( Louis' diction makes it clear that he's never spoken those words in his life. Still, it isn't mocking, exactly; there's a curiosity to the repetition, like the real reason he's saying it is just for the novelty of the syllables on his tongue. )
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hearing his own slang in Louis' voice is just as funny as hearing it in Lestat's—charming, but not suited. even if he isn't quite as flamboyant, Louis also has an air of elegance to him that would stick out like a sore thumb back in Reno's hometown. ]
Loveless ain't, yeah. Partly 'cause it's overdone, but you could say I'm more of the realistic type regardless. [ there's the briefest flicker of something else in his expression as Reno decides what exactly to say about that. ] ...I'm not saying life can't be good. But just as often it's fuckin'—brutal, and shitty, and desperate, and doesn't end happy no matter how bad you want it to.
[ a shrug. ] I guess I just like it better when art's complicated too.
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As you say. Still... there is a fine line between realism and cynicism, isn't there? It isn't easy to tell one from the other. When I'm deep enough in melancholy, it's easy to convince myself that the entire world is cast in shadow.
( It's a slightly meandering thought, one that he doesn't give a proper conclusion. )
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[ Reno pauses for a second, considering. his expression softens into something slightly more thoughtful, a shade more reserved than his usual vivacious, flirtatious grin. ]
Maybe that's the challenge of art and the challenge of life—to find the little things that make it worth it when everything else sucks.
[ flowers in a ruined church. the colony of cats in the Sector 7 slums. sitting on the balcony of his tiny company-issue apartment and listening to the sounds of market stall owners hawking their wares in the streets below. ]
Being cynical's easy in comparison.