I'll put you to sleep at night/Like a foreign movie/I'll sing you lullabies [OPEN]

[friendofdorothy]

WHO: Liir and you
WHAT: Noone mourns the wicked, but they sure do make hilaribad propaganda/action movies out of them
WHERE: Common room, late at night
WHEN: Sunday night
WARNING(S): "Now I'm gonna drop a house on your ass!" will probably be said


Late at night (that is, about midnight, for Liir kept a boringly regular schedule) and Liir could be found up. The halls were dark, fluorescent lights stilled, save one or two that buzzed and wouldn't turn all the way on or off. He was having trouble sleeping, not from restlessness but from being in District X, where the state of mutants was bound to get him agitated, thinking fussy, revolutionary thoughts.

Late night TV, then. He flipped through the international channels, hoping maybe for news from home. What he saw was...

It was a Volstovic action movie vaguely based on the confrontation between his mother and Dorothy Gale.. A terrible one. Dorothy was there...different. She was a Volstovic agent now, a 007ized version of their 'dragon' teen supersoldiers. The movie must have predated their revolution.

It wasn't the parade of tragic blunders, missed chances and manipulation by the old 'wizard' that Dorothy'd told him about. Dorothy was shooting, karate chopping and slicing her way through hordes of winged monkeys (godawful CGI, was this supposed to be scary?). He'd remembered them as sweet and kindof pathetic in real life, but on screen they were clearly meant to be menacing. Sweet, brainless Toto was unrecognizable.

As for how they portrayed his mother...the plier-faced monstrosity there resembled the bitter and angry but very human person he'd known as much as much as Bela Lugosi did the historical Vlad Dracul. This portrayal belonged on a bag of halloween candy, not on screen.

Liir is not himself present in the film at all, though perhaps the witch's cringing, nerdy assistant is meant to be based on him.

"God, this is terrible..." He says, sounding genuinely anguished. It's not that it hits close to home. He's used to not being able to control his own image or those of his loved ones. It's the complete distortion of history.

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[griot]

When it walked it's claws made a clacking sound on a wooden floor.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Slow as a snail sprawled out of the hallway on to the carpeted floor of the common room, dragging it's tail, and it's belly. It looked away from Liir, but it's flickering tongue could taste a human nearby. It didn't mater.

The cold made its body stiff. It sought the light, and it felt it close. It latched its claws into the wooden television stand, and pulled it's self up. Like a serpent, it curled it long tail around the warm television. Laying down, the Nile monitor pointed its eyes and its flickering tongue to Liir.

[theveilisin]

"It is terrible," Luvander agrees from the doorway, where he'd halted at first merely to see who else couldn't sleep, and then he'd recognized that movie. That it was even being aired was bad enough, but that it was Liir of all people who had found it made it particularly unbearable.

"I was present during some of the production, you know. And at the premiere, of course. Oh, and Rook slept with the lead actress." He sighs, walking into the room and slumping next to Liir on the sofa. "So I suppose I should apologize on behalf of my nation, really."