Player just saw The Zero Theorem, an old muse has some thoughts about it

[notevendreams]

Yes. I understand why he said no.

Doesn't mean that I would too. God...

[He trails off there, lost in imagining the possibilities...

...but he shakes his head. He never got that sort of a chance -- not in his canon, and not otherwise.]

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((ooh, you have me curious now: which film is this guy from? i Presume NOT Zero Theorem?))

[numbers_r_better_n_people]

Indeed, sir...? And... what sort of yes-or-no choice was this person offered, out of mere curiosity, for those of us whose muns have not yet visited a cinema this bloody year? (No, not even for Guardians of the Galaxy, which she claimed to be so bloody excited about, with the bloody talking raccoon!)

((Brazil! Also directed by Terry Gilliam, and one of his best. There's a lot of similarties.))

[notevendreams]

[Oh hi, person he's never seen before. Sam starts a little.]

Uhm... Well, if she doesn't mind knowing...

It was an offer. To run away with someone. Be with someone -- you understand?

((oh, v v nice! =D i'll have to look it up on Netflix, won't i? ;) ))

[numbers_r_better_n_people]

N-no, I'm afraid I do not understand you, sir... I'm sorry...

{{oh for GOD'S sake, Tommy-boy, he's talking about Eloping with someone, essentially-- only without maybe the "marrying" part, really!}}

Ohh.... Oh, I see now... Yes, I see now. Well... why wouldn't you do such a thing...? Unless, of course, you're me: who expects to enter a Monastery eventually to end the tireless questions about when I will be getting married...

((Yessss do the thing))

[notevendreams]

[Sam laughs, a little private joke.] Yes, well... Halfway there when he's living inside a church, I suppose...

...although, um. It wasn't like that. I think he was just frightened.

[numbers_r_better_n_people]

Oh yes..? Was this film possibly about-- me, then? I mean, not that I live in a church, of course... More like -- well, our houses are our places of worship, rather!

{{I doubt it somehow, Tommy-boy! LOL}}

Please don't laugh at something like that, Miss Mundane, particularly not something I did not mean as a joke, after all.

[notevendreams]

[Sam'll join in on frowning at the mun himself. Call it muse solidarity.]

Well, she's a bit cheeky.

[numbers_r_better_n_people]

:: Tommy-boy offers the other man a small smile ::

Of course she is. She claims it's her prerogative, as a "mun", but -- really, I'd think that word: "mundane", that is to say, held a certain-- well, boring meaning, rather...

I'm Doctor Tommy Banner, by the by. :: And he sticks out a long-fingered hand to shake :: And you are, sir....?

[notevendreams]

[And he'll take it.] Lowry. Sam Lowry.

The film wasn't about you, I can promise. For one thing, you'd have to lose all that. [To illustrate what he means, he points up at Tommy's hair. Runs the same hand back through his own.]

[numbers_r_better_n_people]

:: Tommy's smile widens, of course, at the other man's joke about his hair ::

Oh yes? Don't tell me: the film is about a cancer survivor, then? I mean, my hair isn't that long... I do think I could get away with this length even in the US Military, after all!

{{No, no, you most certainly could NOT, Tommy-boy! LOL}}

Fine, then, maybe I could have gotten away with it before the so-called "buzz cut" became the go-to for military men: probably on account of lice, mind you! :: And he shudders a little at the very thought of having such critters in his own hair :: So damned unsanitary, you Americans, I swear...

{{Oi, watch it, Tommy-boy, or else I'll turn you right around into a SEX BASED game, such as Amat...! ha ha!}}

[...] That strikes me as cruel and unusual punishment somehow.... I would file a complaint!

[notevendreams]

[Sam gives what he hopes is a placating smile.] I dunno -- worse things, aren't there?

{Not for someone who wants to join a monastery, Sam.}

[And now he just looks embarrassed.] ...oh.

[numbers_r_better_n_people]

:: Tommy's smile, which had been wiped pretty quickly off his face at the very Idea of joining Amat or some such game, returns in full force, now ::

Oh, no, it's alright, really... I suppose you wouldn't know just by looking at me, after all-- but yes, I am one of the-- I'm going to guess-- one per-cent of the world who are completely and totally asexual... Non, no interest in sex at ALL!

{Aww, but you're so handsome, really, Dr Banner... You simply have to please some lady (or gent) out there!}

No, I most certainly DO NOT, Miss Mundane! Nnnnnngh...

:: And Tommy immediately hereafter resolves to Ignore His Mun for the remainder of the evening ::

So: you were saying something about the gentleman in the film being a cancer patient, were you not, Mr Lowry?

[notevendreams]

Well, he's -- not precisely, I don't think. Though he might be. He says he's dying, actually, but they never say how. Nobody believes him.

[numbers_r_better_n_people]

:: Tommy's smile tempers back slightly, at the mention of "dying"; perhaps he has something to feel guilty for? Possibly, but there again, it could just be a mournful sort of silence for the gentleman who is apparently dying :: Wonder why, really.... I mean, was he some sort of pathological liar or something of the sort...? But still: once he actually lost his hair from the chemo or-- whatever he lost his hair to, really-- wouldn't that be a good point to start believing him... So you'd think, wouldn't you...?

{{Aww, poor bb boys.... but hey: you know i'd tag in with you, if i were not currently BANHAMMERED at Baker Street, and... really not too keen to join Fort Anon for that sort of abuse! lol! but hey, maybe I should finally move my own musebox over from IJ, and set it up here... =D <3 yes, yes, i think i shall do that! =) ta very much for the idea, boys...}}

:: Already forgetting his resolution to ignore the Mun for the remainder of the night, Tommy remarks :: But-- we didn't give you any ideas, Miss Mundane...

[cassie_of_troy]

It's rather difficult. The first time.

Gets easier with practice.

[notevendreams]

You've got experience, do you?

[cassie_of_troy]

No.

[You see what she did there? Do you see?

She might be struggling not to smirk too much.]

[notevendreams]

[It takes him a second to react. To be certain that she just did what he thinks. And then he smiles, laughs softly.

He's missed her.]

You do know what I mean though, don't you?

[cassie_of_troy]

I do. But it means little to know things, these days.

[notevendreams]

Never did me much good.

[cassie_of_troy]

No, it never did. Not that I would ever be so low as to pity you.

[notevendreams]

That's for me to do.

[cassie_of_troy]

It would be a waste of resources. And time.

[notevendreams]

[Sam shrugs one shoulder, as if to say "and yet..."]

Not always worth the effort saving either of them. Central Services was supposed to be a streamlining of resources. Look how that bloody turned out...

[But he catches himself. Doesn't want to look ungrateful for her advice.]

No, but I do -- I do know what you mean.

[cassie_of_troy]

Of course you do. You Know things.

Although, with regards to time, I suppose you may have a point. Why save something we have in abundance?

[notevendreams]

Got nothing but, most days. They can't even put me on memes. Nobody'd answer.

[cassie_of_troy]

You could always reach out. Answer a call instead of making one.

mad props for playing from brazil! easily one of my favorite films.

[goes]

It's— it's a bit frightening either way, isn't it?

=D Thank you! I was quite fond of Fargo, too.

[notevendreams]

[Sam waffles. He's bad enough at deep conversation when it's with someone he knows.]

I don't know.

[Well -- he has an inkling. Though right now he's more curious why the man is asking.]

Why -- what d'you think?

slaps a spoiler warning on this thread, just in case.

[goes]

If he'd gone with her, or if he'd stayed — well, he did stay, but I mean, in the moment, you wouldn't really know what would happen either way, would you? If there really might be a tropical island somewhere.

[ Gus seems disappointed in his own answer, as if he'd like to think he'd have gone, in Qohen's shoes. ]

How likely is a happy ending, y'know?

[notevendreams]

[Sam gives an equivocating shrug. He's been through more than enough to recognize the point being made here, but his idealism was still there, underneath it all -- seeing someone turn down the opportunity just brought it back to the surface.]

Better than no chance at all, though. Probably.