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isaysimplewords) wrote2010-05-11 09:34 pm
isaysimplewords) wrote2010-05-11 09:34 pm
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OOM: Cal Chandler and the Unwanted Discovery
Shortly after his conversation with Tom Riddle, Cal leaves Milliways. His Door drops him at his original intended destination - the video store down the street.
It's the first time Cal's visited. There was a time in his life when he watched movies and television almost constantly (usually while high), but he'd lost the habit somewhere and never picked it back up. He'd been too busy once he'd decided to turn on Gliardi and spend time with his son, and then there had been Milliways. Cal can't imagine the movie that could be more interesting than just peoplewatching in Milliways, even when he'd been there long enough to be getting restless.
There's also the music. Music was part of communication on Cal's old world, with song every bit as natural as speech, and even more so at times. He's gotten used to music not being there anymore, to feeling the moment when there should be a song and reaching out to find nothing, but he still feels the wrong of it every now and then. Movies on his new world, with every word of dialogue spoken unless they were created specifically for the musical genre, serve only to remind him of the wrongness of that absence.
So he doesn't watch movies much - musicals are almost the same here, but not quite, with their theatrical flair that tells the viewer that they know they're doing things a bit differently. Today, though, he's getting a little desperate. The weather has been miserable, keeping Cal and Penny cooped up in the apartment instead of taking their customary trips to the dog park. Milliways has helped take the edge off, but Cal is beginning to feel tense and sick of looking at his apartment when he's at home, and he knows that from there it's only a short trip to his next claustrophobic attack. (Peoplewatching wasn't the only reason he preferred to spend as little time as possible in his room at Milliways.)
A movie is at least something new to look at. And since Cal skipped over a full decade when he switched worlds, there won't be any trouble finding something he hasn't seen before.
The musicals are shelved all together, which Cal discovers by chance. It sort of makes sense, he supposes - all-speech movies hadn't been unheard of on his old world, they'd just been a niche genre, much like musicals seem to be here, and they'd had their own shelves too.
After everything that happened at Milliways today, though, especially the talk with Tom Riddle, Cal really isn't in the mood to browse. He looks at the colorful DVD covers without really taking them in, his mind occupied with Hermione's situation, with Sam Winchester's (took him fucking long enough) admission, with the parallels between himself and Tom Riddle that he'd just as soon not think about
(who would want to have anything in common with a man whose alternate selves went on to become the wizarding world's answer to Hitler?)
and his gaze wanders.
Specifically, it wanders to the family movies section right next to the musical, and lands on a shelf holding a fanned-out set of five particular movies.
". . . holy shit."
It's the first time Cal's visited. There was a time in his life when he watched movies and television almost constantly (usually while high), but he'd lost the habit somewhere and never picked it back up. He'd been too busy once he'd decided to turn on Gliardi and spend time with his son, and then there had been Milliways. Cal can't imagine the movie that could be more interesting than just peoplewatching in Milliways, even when he'd been there long enough to be getting restless.
There's also the music. Music was part of communication on Cal's old world, with song every bit as natural as speech, and even more so at times. He's gotten used to music not being there anymore, to feeling the moment when there should be a song and reaching out to find nothing, but he still feels the wrong of it every now and then. Movies on his new world, with every word of dialogue spoken unless they were created specifically for the musical genre, serve only to remind him of the wrongness of that absence.
So he doesn't watch movies much - musicals are almost the same here, but not quite, with their theatrical flair that tells the viewer that they know they're doing things a bit differently. Today, though, he's getting a little desperate. The weather has been miserable, keeping Cal and Penny cooped up in the apartment instead of taking their customary trips to the dog park. Milliways has helped take the edge off, but Cal is beginning to feel tense and sick of looking at his apartment when he's at home, and he knows that from there it's only a short trip to his next claustrophobic attack. (Peoplewatching wasn't the only reason he preferred to spend as little time as possible in his room at Milliways.)
A movie is at least something new to look at. And since Cal skipped over a full decade when he switched worlds, there won't be any trouble finding something he hasn't seen before.
The musicals are shelved all together, which Cal discovers by chance. It sort of makes sense, he supposes - all-speech movies hadn't been unheard of on his old world, they'd just been a niche genre, much like musicals seem to be here, and they'd had their own shelves too.
After everything that happened at Milliways today, though, especially the talk with Tom Riddle, Cal really isn't in the mood to browse. He looks at the colorful DVD covers without really taking them in, his mind occupied with Hermione's situation, with Sam Winchester's (took him fucking long enough) admission, with the parallels between himself and Tom Riddle that he'd just as soon not think about
(who would want to have anything in common with a man whose alternate selves went on to become the wizarding world's answer to Hitler?)
and his gaze wanders.
Specifically, it wanders to the family movies section right next to the musical, and lands on a shelf holding a fanned-out set of five particular movies.
". . . holy shit."