A moo-v? Why not. You tell Sophia that that sounds just fine, and she smiles before covering her face and transforming back into the form of your male ally. You do the same, taking on the form of the old homeless man you Communed with several weeks ago. Sophia tells you that she's pretty sure she knows where the theatres at, and so you follow her out of the compound and into the town. The sun is setting, and if your time within civilization has taught you anything, it's that Thing's don't like it when the world goes dark, hopefully the theatre is still open by the time you find it.
And no wonder, the predators always come out in the night.
After a couple of wrong turns, you both finally come upon it. A beacon of light and life within the steadily darkening town. You are about to approach the building when Sophia stops you and asks what movie you'd like to see. Hmmm... Lets see... There's some poster with the words Pulp Fiction printed on the bottom, and female Thing lying down with some burning tube between her fingers. Next to it is a poster of a man standing in the rain, facing some light source in the distance. Interesting. Finally you turn to a poster with several strange animals on in front of a bright blue sky. This one speaks to you, or perhaps it's speaking to the memory of your battle with the cat things, these creatures on the poster resembling them closely.
Still though, you figure that since this is mostly for Sophia, you tell her it's her choice.
"Really? I get to pick? Well well well, hehe. I've heard this Pulp Fiction movie is really good, but also really vulgar and gory. And the Shawshank flick seems like it could be neat, but I don't really know much about it. Oooh! The Lion King! I always loved Disney movies as a kid, lets go see that!"
With the moo-v chosen, you both approach the booth outside of the theatre. Sophia almost steps in but you feel as though you need to practice your ability to blend in, and so you walk up to the terminally bored looking adolescent manning the booth and ask for two tickets for the Lion King. They barely take their eyes off their picture book as they take your money and hand you two small slips of paper, the words ADMIT ONE stamped on each.
