The sound of an expertly played piano fills the air, its tune something akin to the rushing wind... And then the sounds of a violin, its strings lovingly caressed, taking the listener down, somehow, to the depths of the deepest seas... The lights come on in a flash -- its a concert.

"It's Haruka!" someone exclaimed.

"She's so cool!" Usagi agreed, unable to take her eyes off of the pair. The music that had just filled the concert hall drifted away, as the musicians took their bows and accepted the applause that washed over from the crowds, just as someone screamed...

"It's the Three Lights!"

"Huh? Where?!" Usagi cried, looking around furiously, "I can't see! Where's my binoculars?!" No way was she going to miss the biggest concert of the century!! The Three Lights, the hugest pop group to come to Tokyo!

Who: Everyone! Open to All
What: "Movie Night" mingle log
When: any time agreed upon by the players
Where: anywhere there might be movies showing: theatres, dvd rooms, homes, drive-ins. also, movie settings.

It's an old, old, story: falling asleep and dreaming of that movie that was playing until just a few moments ago. Maybe taking the part of the hero, maybe the dastardly villain, or maybe even just some side character there to fill a purpose in the plot and no more. It might be a dashing adventure, a passionate drama, a sickly sweet romance - anything at all. But it's playing out right now.

Or maybe the movie is playing up on the screen. There's a comfortable couch at a DVD Room, or a seat at the theatre (amid a crowd, or alone with that special someone at the back of the room), or even just a comfortable chair in a warm, cozy house.
Whatever it may be, movies are the order of the night.

(ooc: This is a post to keep threads together for the Movie Night theme. Separate posts are also fine, and this one is optional. Feel free to be part of a movie, or watching one; if need be, specify in the subject line)

Minako never once regretted the choices she's made in life. She knew that the moment she accepted Artemis' companionship, and subsequently the transformation pen he gave her, that her life would never be the same.

She's never looked back once.

The friends she's made, the people she's met, the countless number of lives they've saved, it was all worth it. It was well worth the sacrifices she's made for herself, to protect the ones she loves and will continue to love. She knows that years from the, the world will flourish and part of it is because of her.

Even still, there's still part of her that wonders what might have been. What could have been, if she had said no all those years ago. Especially tonight, as she stands outside a sold-out concert arena to her favorite idol, ear pressed against one of the doors so she could listen in. Could that have ever been her? There were days where she liked to dream it was.

Rudely interrupted by someone telling her she couldn't loiter and listen, she stuck her tongue out at their retreating back.

"Just you wait! That'll be me in there one day!"

Probably not, but she still had visions of bright lights and adoring fans. She sighed, contently, and then promptly pressed her ear against the door again.

Ah... Paradise.

Princess Mercury sat on a rock, shoes resting in the sand nearby, yet safely away from water. Skirt was raised to her knees, the water-attuned senshi letting the crashing waves lap at her feet and ankles. There was even a seagull or two, the only sound aside from the natural sound of water ebbing and flowing. The water was perfect, crystalline and blue, the sky clear and the sand warm. Few things were on Earth that Mercury found rivaled her own planet, but the beach was definitely one of them.

Blue eyes closed as the sea breeze tousled her curled hair, one hand resting gingerly atop her Crystal, the other on the rock. Even the light mist that splashed onto her arm, her dress brought her comfort, some sense of peace. A break deeply needed, from planning and explaining and negotiating a new kingdom. She had averted something truly disastrous with her own two hands. Even now, nobody save her friends knew what truly happened, why the Ginzuishou was no more. And it would stay that way. To change thinking, to assure everyone the new rule was not something to be protected, but something to protect everyone.

She may complain, but as her eyes opened and she looked out at the scenery, she would smile. She was content, busy or no.

"So instead of having to become a youma, please kill me!"

She's lived this too many times to think he's not serious. This boy would rather throw his life away than to live as she has lived, reborn within the Darkness. Mercury glances away. She's lived this too many times to be disturbed, and yet something inside her won't be quiet. He's led her to the same place, she notes, a secluded side street, as if he was hoping to keep bystanders away.

"Youma Bunbo," she addresses him, "If there's a future you don't want to see, then fight to make the one you want."

Before he can even answer, there's a sound of mocking laughter. Zoisite arrives, and extracts the warrior youma reincarnated inside this pacifistic human boy. It's enormous, like a giant machine, fitted with razors for arms. The yellow rainbow crystal sealed within the monster carries a faint glow as it emerges. She reaches for it, but just then, the shitennou orders the youma to attack the sailor senshi.

Incredibly, impossibly, it attacks Zoisite instead. It rears back to its full, massive height and throws itself at its target. Even Mercury takes in a sharp breath of surprise at the boy who managed to retain his human mind even in a youma's form. The force of the blow knocks the crystal from the general's hands, and she recovers herself to spring forward and snatch it up.

She doesn't fully understand it herself, but in that moment, Mercury becomes conscious that she wants it to end differently this time.

(ooc: waking life version of events from several ic years ago here. characters replying will be able to help it diverge and change the ending.)

Tonight's dream takes place by a secluded arctic lake, nestled among the frozen snow. Subtle strains of classical music come from nowhere, adding to the atmosphere of calm. Ami seems completely at ease, seated at a table resting on the surface of the ice. Though the sharp scent of cold air finds no relief in the thin sunlight, she seems unaffected. She tucks an errant lock of hair out of her way, and scrutinizes the arrangement of pieces on a chessboard, deep in comfortable thought.

All in all, it's a perfect birthday.

He rises up through the stairs, his reticule levelled until his eyes readjust to the light, and sees instead masses of people... All dressed in curious regalia, reminiscent of the worlds he had explored, but in a more imitative style than cultural style he had seen in the nexii he had visited... Not to mention many of them seem to be feeding on snack foods rather than full meals they'd devour too quickly. Turning to the windows, he realizes it's a twentieth-first century Earth. No supernatural presences anywhere.

As he turns around, he realizes the cyan lines of the HUD are no longer there, and his eye level is lower. Something's off. Even as he walks, he doesn't so much hear thuds, but clicking. There is an advertisement on the wall about a “Convention” in oriental kanji, denoting the location as... Tokyo.

He puts a hand forward to lean on the wall to inspect the writing -- but the limb that moves forward is the delicate arm of a girl... and from the little he sees of the body, it's the gloved arm of a young senshi rather than the metal of the MJOLNIR.

...

He -rather, she- looks below.

"Not again."

Joan hears herself in a feminine voice.

There's a smell of ash in the air, though there is no crackling of fires or snap of flames. Nothing seems damaged, there is only the reminder carried on the wind. A hush pervades everything, quietly forbidding, mysterious.

At the top of a long set of marble stairs, there is a castle with sculpted columns and domed roofs, a symbol of wealth and luxury - and permanence. It sits against the backdrop of a darkened night sky, where even the stars seem dim and sparse.

Amid all this, at the top of the steps, a girl wearing a sailor uniform trimmed with lace and satin and pearls sits and stares into space as though oblivious to the muted atmosphere or anyone approaching; her face is utterly still. A tiara crowns her blond hair, worn in the signature style of the Silver Millenium royal dynasty.

The princess plays a small lap harp, the only notable sound. Her tune is gentle, but lonely and yearning, a constant ache for a past long gone. A close look reveals that the harp bears the sigil of Mercury.

(ooc: answers coming from nihil_serenitas for icons)

The sky was so blue over this desert town, it gave such a contrast against the sand-colored homes of Agrabah. Kanda hated this color, he hated just how bright the endless blue could be. He brought a hand up resting his arm over his eyes.

The exorcist was taking a break from his usual duties. The new world he had been in had left him with no other choice but to adapt, he had found a job and he had been supporting his fellow exorcists for some time now. The work was simple: patrol, report, and do what you have to do to keep the peace. There was always that threat of potential heartless breaking the peace but Kanda had become so accustomed to it. Just like akuma, they were nothing short of an annoyance. He had found a nice spot on some nameless roof. He had thrown a blanket over a pile of hay and was fighting the urge to nap. It wasn't professional, he shouldn't be napping on the job.

"Oni-san! I brought you something to eat!"

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