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Cormac grinned widely at Craig's naivete-- ah, to be young! To be uninitiated in the ways of the righteous and exquisite comic book, to have before oneself an immeasurable universe of wonder, of intrigue, of comedy and tragedy, of joy and sorrow, of great triumph and unimaginable loss-- to stand before the doors of human imagination itself and reach a tentative hand for the knob! Cormac remembered that sense of wonder back when he'd been in Craig's position-- that mysterious feeling of standing on the edge of an inconceivably vast ocean of characters, places, plots, entire universes-- and his grin widened. Truly, the lad didn't know just what he was in for.

"Oh, my child." He shook his head ruefully, not unlike a veteran soldier recounting the glories of wars from days long past to a fresh-faced recruit. "You know not the sights you are to see-- the characters you are to meet, the strange, alien, wondrous places you are to visit! For truly, the many universes of the X-Men cannot be encapsulated in mere words." He paused suddenly, his brow furrowing as if coming upon a massive revelation, before he added, "Now that I think of it, that's probably why they're comic books. You ever read a Marvel film novelisation? My god. I'm no big reader or anything, but even I know an atrocity against all of literature when I see it."

Suffice to say, the journey to the theatre carried on in much that way. Cormac spent the walk of about an hour expounding to Craig the scope and breadth of the Marvel universe, extolling the virtues of the noble comic book artist ("Verily!" he declared with a flourish. "There is no greater calling in this strange, ephemeral construct we call life!"), and reenacting particularly moving scenes from various comic books and films; at one point he broke into open, unabashed sobs as he delivered a heartfelt eulogy to the evidently recently departed Peter Parker, and ended up blowing his nose rather obnoxiously into a handkerchief hesitantly offered to him by a sceptical city-goer who appeared to be quite convinced that both he and his two companions were more than a few tea cups short of the whole set.

In any case, one way or another, they trekked their way over to the theatre, one of the other two taking up the duty of guiding them there (either thanks to a spontaneous bout of unexpected wisdom and self-awareness, or, perhaps more likely, because he was too busy solemnly recounting, with tear-misted but resolute eyes, Spider-Man's last heroic stand to remember to insist that he take them on another cross-city journey). By the time they made it to the movie theatre at which the film was showing, there was about a half an hour left before the movie began, and Cormac wisely utilised this time by spending more money on food and snacks than he had on his actual ticket. He bought so damn many candy bars, hot dogs, popcorn bags, and sodas that he almost couldn't see over the pile in his arms to murmur, "Hey, aren't those three...?"






Meanwhile, Lestari Kiaidemak had evidently come to the conclusion that an entire pizza for lunch at Lombardi's wasn't quite sufficient, because she shelled out another few bucks for a large sack of popcorn, a large soda, and a hot dog, upon which she promptly piled generous amounts of mustard, ketchup, and relish. Yeah, sure, she'd probably regret this the next opportunity she had to step on a scale, and this was definitely one cheat day off her calendar, but hey, it gets exhausting meticulously recording the nutritional details of every last pebble you eat. If all else failed, she'd ask Alex to help her out with making up for it, since Alex was always so much better with that sorta thing than...

For just the vaguest flicker of a second, Lestari's smile almost diminished. But crisis was averted: she wasn't gonna think about Alex right now. She didn't do the whole relationship drama thing, after all. Alex needed her space, that was all. And in the meantime, she was gonna hang out with her bandmates.

Speaking of bandmates, she turned back to face them, her popcorn and her drink toted along in one hand, her hot dog in the other, smile untarnished by that brief delve into darker thoughts. She'd always thought that bandmates oughta be friends as well, outside of the professional setting-- it just seemed logical, y'know? Always makes for a more cohesive creative vision, she reckoned, and definitely made for less animosity and discord. Plus, she didn't have any friends outside of the band, so if anybody was gonna be chummy with her bandmates, it was definitely her.

Anyway, they had a little bit before the film started, so she set the popcorn and the drink down on a nearby counter and felled half her hot dog in a single bite. She was about to dispense of the other half when a sudden bellow of "LOOK, IT'S LEGION" damn near caused her to drop the thing, and have a heart attack on top of that (which was almost as bad as dropping a perfectly good half of a hot dog). Heart still beating off at a mile a minute, the drummer turned her head, and her gaze fell upon the slender form of Psychosis' very own Cormac McMurphy. Oh yeah... She still had to enact her retribution upon him for interrupting that little doughnut date with Alex a few days back. She hadn't forgotten about that-- but now was hardly an opportune moment to carry that out. She'd have to bide her time, like a predator in wait, until such an opportunity presented itself.

"So are you guys here to see the new X-Men movie too?" Cormy inquired in a chipper sort of voice, as though he were speaking with friends he'd known since childhood and not members of the band headlining the tour he was on. Lestari, her hands full with food and unable (and equally unwilling) to access her notepad, left the issue of answering to Chris and Liam, merely smiling and nodding her head in greeting to the other two Psychosis members behind their drummer. It wasn't too difficult to figure out that, as much as taking Legion out to the movies had been Chris' idea, taking Psychosis out had been Cormac McMurphy's.