Scene #2039: A Goth-tastic night

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Emi Hoshino	Before Amy had met her other day, Emi Hoshino would have surely just been one more child in a sea of orange and black school uniforms, just another of one of the many students attending the prestigious internationally known Radiant Heart Academy. The kind of place a lot of students would endure endless crunch hours to attend ... and here's this delinquent girl on probation who skips classes and takes naps on benches during the day. 'What is she even doing here?' is something one might be inclined to wonder. As it is, it's late in the evening. The clubs have finished their activities for the evening, and those with off-campus homes to return to are departing, while those who remain present at the Academy's dorms are returning to them. The hullabaloo of the day is giving away to the studious and respectful silence of a winter's night as the temperatures have long begun their descent as the lengthening shadows chase away the day. Having stopped by her college dorm, Emi changed out of her hated school uniform and into something she prefers. It takes time, but she emerged from her room in her fully gothic regalia, full of black frills and the conveyance of intense modesty, all made up right down to the paleness of her make up. Perhaps it makes her unrecognizable but for the parasol that she had seen the other night, with the elaborate web patterns spread across its top. Seems like Halloween never ends for her. And there she stands, lurking in the shadows of one of the dorm buildings, staring up at it, feet-a-tapping, one earbud in playing who else but Band-Maid while the other rests solely in her palm, as if she hadn't bothered to put it in yet, or she's listening from something specific that she wants to keep on ear out on. Seems like she's just waiting, now, restlessly twirling her parasol, just as she was the other night.
Amy Faust	Amy wouldn't have paid particular attention to Emi before, but now the distinct visual and the knowledge that that's the person who... skips school and not for magic, draws her curiousity. "So... how's it going? You okay after yesterday?"
Emi Hoshino	That voice. The same voice from yesterday. r "...ah," says Emi, trying not to let on that she about jumped out of her knee highs when Amy came up beside her and spoke to her. "Oh, you mean Mister Sato? Yeah, he's fine. Everything's chill," she says, twirling her parasol again. "No Child Is To Be Denied An Education," she remarks laconicaly, repeating the oft-cited maxim that defines so much of education policy in Japan, a crooked half-smile fully displayed on her face. "What are you doing out so late, hmm?" Eyes half-lid as she takes up her phone, turning down the volume sice she can't really listen to Band-Maid and converse at the same time. "I got a talking to. Oh no. Mmmmn."
Amy Faust	"Is it? Fine, I mean. What actually happens? If you just... keep not caring about school at all." Amy looks a little concerned. "And it's not so late. There's clubs and stuff pretty late... Surely you noticed that?" Amy leans with her back to the building next to Emi. "They really hold nothing over you at all? I remember being terrified of disappointing the adults. I wish I'd been-- um, well, nevermind." "I hope that self-confidence serves you well in the future. Don't let any corporate boss tell you to do anything wrong or work at a black company or any shit like that. But uh..." She looks to Emi's face with concern. "What's your plan? For after school... shit, like I'm one to talk." Red eyes turn to look out over the campus grounds, "But... I hate the thought of someone so young having no dreams and no hope. Is the world really so awf--" Amy's shoulders slump. "Shit, I can't argue with that, either."
Emi Hoshino	As Amy speaks, Emi listens. A quizzical look crosses her face. "... Hm. Much more Japanese than expected answer outta you. Intense anxiety about future prospects? Check. Terrified of disappointing people? Check." She makes a nebulous gesture in front of her as if checking a box each time, "and intense levels of presumption rooted in assumption? Also check! A bundle of anxiety and stress in the shape of a teenage girl? ALSO check. Congratulations, you fit in more than you probably ever dreamed. I'm proud of you." She makes a show of rolling her eyes at the idea of 'fitting in', of course. This is not her interest. "You probably don't know, what, with not being a local and everything. Mister Sato is one of the probation volunteers. He's not a cop. I got a dressing down and reminder of what I'm here for and that was him doing his job. Mine is to make his job difficult."
Amy Faust	Amy crosses her arms and frowns. "I really don't. Although I guess if I do in those ways, then..." she shrugs. "Well, then at least after graduation I won't be alone, I guess." "...I confess I don't actually know how truancy officers actually work in either of our countries." But if Radiant Heart hadn't invited her... would she have had to hide in her apartment during the day? Probably. "You didn't actually answer my question. What happens if you just never go to class? Do they just... do nothing until you hit 18, and then throw you out on the street? And do you plan any alternative to that fate?"
Emi Hoshino	Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Emi lets one eye close as she observes her through her pale blue eye, bangs shrouding her face as she lets out a quick laugh. "Now there we /go/. That's more like it. Are you the kind of person who doesn't do things half-way? All in, or all out?" Her phone beeps. She looks down at it. "Ah," she remarks, "Come on. Be a rebel. Come with me. I'm going to go see the MIDNIGHT SHOWING of a MOVIE." She presents this like it is a deeply rebellious thing... probably because she presumes it might be for Amy.
Amy Faust	Amy quirks an eyebrow. "I wish. I'm not driven enough and too disrespectful to fit in with the real... goodie-two shoes honors student types, and too kind-hearted and... not daring enough to fit in with delinquent types. If it weren't for... luck getting me the chance to make some friends, I'd just be a lonely geek." She continues to look a bit puzzled at the offer. "Is that really that rebellious? Unless the movie is really long, we can still make it to bed after in time to get... well, sleep enough, I guess. I've done worse I'm sure." Red eyes blink. "...What's the movie?"
Emi Hoshino	"Disrespectful," echoes Emi, nonchalantly, "You." She mimes pressing a button repeatedly. "Pressing X to doubt," she explains. Then she throws her arms up over her head in a big stretch-and-yawn. "Delinquency is easy. As for the movie, I have earnestly no idea. They occasionally do double features of foreign films at the Roppongi Hills," she shrugs loosely. "I don't actually know what they're going to be playing, but something worthy of a midnight double feature. Probably some old American trash from, like, the nineties or something. Or maybe even more ancient. Technically, kids aren't supposed to be there, of course -- but as everyone knows, there are three rules of life that everyone must abide. One, never waken a sleeping cat, two, never assume a lo-fix mix is free of bangers, and three, never ask a goth her age."
Amy Faust	Amy rolls her eyes. "I am naturally disposed towards following rules and authority, true, but the moment I see those rules serve no purpose, or that authority is undeserved, to follow them or give undo respect is anathemaic to me. So sue me, I'm a paradox. You never actually answered my questions." She listens to the proposal, and a sigh escapes her at the purported ''ancience'' of the nineties. "A double feature starting at midnight? ''One'' movie is one thing, but ''two will'' keep us up way too late. I dunno if I can even ''manage'' to stay awake through two whole movies that late." Beat. "I'll do it ''if'' you actually answer my questions. Seriously and honestly. Delinquent code or honor or..." she blushes at embarassment at how stupid that sounds. "look I don't know, is there anything like that? I respect honesty a ''lot''. It's another reason I don't fit in."
Emi Hoshino	"You'll be fine," remarks Emi, casually, as if the last thing she's concerned about is her getting a good nights rest, or one for herself for that matter. "I am, of course, strange and unusual -- but who says I skip all my classes, anyway? I sure didn't. My future is a big unknown, and so is your's. And so is everyone's. They're tomorrows stories, not today's. Go get ready. Meet me back here in four hours to sneak off campus. Hmm. A shame that my original meet up had to skip -- but their loss is gonna be your gain, I suppose."
Amy Faust	Amy frowns. "That wasn't an answer. I'm leaving after the first movie." But she nods and walks off. But, after a nap, she's here again, in a black T-shirt and slacks and an oversized field jacket. "So, just how ''do'' you sneak out of here?" She's always just jumped out! "And... who were you originally going to go with? What happened to them?"
Emi Hoshino	"That was an answer!" she echoes after her, disagreeing with her with an amused expression on her face. "Well. It's not like they fully lock us in at night, right? So I just slip out one of the side doors and hit the streets. No big deal. We're not the only students who've gotta get out late and come back late, right?" She gives a lazy shrug. "... oh, just someone else who maybe needed to do something different. I'll catch them another time." Her eyes drift off to the side in thought, as if pondering something inscrutable before giving a a twirl to begin doing exactly what she said. "Earlier this year, they started letting ride-share apps operate, not just the standard cab apps like 'GO Taxi'. Pretty useful, if you're a kid who has a bank account, a card, and a little money to spend on account of dorm life. Of course, I can't get too wild -- oversight and everything -- but it does mean I can occasionally sneak off like so." And then she twirls and begins to slink towards the location of one of the side exits. Because she's sneaky.
Amy Faust	It's a bluff, really. Amy napped, so she might not be able to get to sleep on time ''anyway''. But there's a chance that it'll make Emi want to talk, right? And honestly, Amy hadn't ''expected'' it to be hard. Like. The campus is open. Amy never noticed an issue sneaking out before. But when Emi said that they had to ''sneak'' out, Amy wondered if maybe there were some night watchmen or something she'd missed? She hadn't really ''had'' to sneak in or out near midnight often. "A bank account? You have a ''job''? Pressing X to doubt." As they approach the exit she tries to walk quietly and looks around for anyone watching.
Emi Hoshino	"No. I have parents that aren't in Tokyo," she answers, dryly. Emi just doesn't seem to care if someone's watching or not. She just pushes the door open and walks out onto the street, and then down the street towards a corner in particular. Did she already call a ride? Really, points for having all planned out and the confidence to just do it, right? Which is really just how it goes. She just goes and does it. Just as a car pulls up, even. She was totally timing things that way just to be SO cool.
Amy Faust	Okay, Amy has to mentally admit nailing the timing on that was pretty cool, and wondering if Emi somehow ''did'' time it on purpose. ''Did she say we had to ''sneak'' out to also seem impressive? If I were a normal student who'd never done this before and assumed I'd get caught and get in trouble... yeah, I guess just waltzing out ''would'' seem impressive.'' Amy thinks to herself. "So, what's next, ''shishou''?" There's some humorous tone to that word but she's not trying to be actually mocking. "What's the goal here, after corrupting an innocent goodie-two-shoes girl like me into ''sneaking out at night''?"
Emi Hoshino	"How'm I supposed to know? You think I plan ahead?" Emi shrugs her shoulders, snaps her parasol shut, and climbs into teh vehicle. "You coming?" Cultivating a delinquent reputation is just so difficult these days. "As for the goal, the goal is to go to a movie and eat popcorn. Do you really need to make things more complicated, or is this just a natural extension of your anxiety?" She blinks her eyes slowly at Amy, once, then gives another lazy shrug before stretching out and waiting to go. Seatbelt on, of courwse. She may be a rebel but she's not dumb.
Amy Faust	Amy does climb into the vehicle, she's not standing around making them wait. And she buckles her seatbelt, of course. "I don't understand it. I don't understand people very much. I'm trying to understand how you think. Maybe that's all there is to it. I was going to say that since you gave an unsatisfactory answer I'm changing my question to ''why'' do you have no plans, but maybe I'm looking for something that isn't there, in my hopes that I can help you." Amy looks out the window as the car moves. "If you ''naturally'' looked at the world and came to the conclusion you should live for today and not worry about tomorrow, without anxiety or worry, then I don't know whether I envy you or should just be really sad for you ''and'' the world."
Emi Hoshino	"Man, what?" says Emi to Amy. "You don't even know me and you persist on just judging me constantly. And yet, here you are -- in a car because you're curious, and I'm giving you the chance to do something you plainly wouldn't already do, right? Next up, you'll be smoking cigarettes in the bathroom." "You don't know how I think, and you just keep guessing and I gotta say its pretty weird! Which is okay, I guess, but weird. You're like a wire wound too tight, ready to snap and rip someone open if you're not careful."
Amy Faust	Amy winces and actually ''flinches'' away from Emi at being called out on judgement. "I'm sorry." "...I'm not smoking. It smells terrible. One of my grandmas got throat cancer and had to speak through an electrolarynx for the rest of her life." Some damn part of her brain notes she might be able to regenerate smoke damage, ''were'' she inclined to do such. And then also that there's still some chance she dies in battle long before it would ever matter. Dammit, if she didn't hate the smell and have decades of social conditioning reinforcing that smoking is uncool and deadly, she ''just might,'' and she kind of hates that. Then it occurs to Amy that ''that's'' not the failure mode that gets the protagonists of stories she's read like the one she seems to be in and she looks irritated at that thought. It doesn't help that her new acquaintance is calling her weird and high-strung. "Who made ''you'' a psychiatrist? Well, psychoanalyst. But I'll play along: Just what do you propose doing to remedy that, Doctor... um... ...what was your name again?"
Emi Hoshino	She doesn't answer about her name, in fact. The question only gets the vaguest hint of a smile possible. It flickers across her face like the most fleeting of shadows. "No psychiatrist, nor psychoanalysis here. Just making an observation because that's what I've gotten out of you. You could be the nicest, sweetest, most gentle hearted person in the world right up until you get defensive about something. Then, out come the claws." She makes a little slashing gesture with one hand. Then she stretches her legs out, looking very much she'd love to kick her feet up over the seats, but even she's not that rude to a random stranger, so she settles for a slouching into her seat and closing her eyes. "No cigarettes. Check."
Amy Faust	'And then out come the claws.' "Wha, wha, what about it?!" Amy frowns. Defensively. "Have you ever been anywhere ''but'' Radiant Heart? It's... Children are cruel, and so are adults. This is an..." She looks out the window. "...oasis. Where people can... exist, who would be miserable anywhere else. That doesn't mean we have no value. That ''can't'' mean we have no value!" And yet... why is it that she feels like all her friends would be doing okay, somewhere else? What is it that Hannah ''possibly'' saw in her? No, Rashmi didn't have friends until she came here either, right? But they're not important enough for the rest of the world to become kinder for their sake. Not for them, nor for millions of others across the world who didn't fit in. "I already said I can't fault you, if you've decided any future past here doesn't matter." Amy shakes her head, red tresses shaking back and forth slightly in the back of the car. "I've never been good at playing games. I felt like, if I'm gonna risk missing first period tomorrow, I should at least have like... helped someone, made some step on a plan to make their life better. Maybe ''that's'' screwed up, I don't know. But..." she trails off, not sure how to word the feeling that she has to do that.
Emi Hoshino	The driver is definitely keeping his mouth shut. The dude definitely knows better than to intervene in any kind of client squabble, especially between two teenage girls. That way lies madness. He just casually clears his throat, making his point and leaving it there without so much as a word. Emi opens her mouth to respond just as the throat-clear cuts through the interior and she closes her mouth with the same kind of smile as she wore when her probation volunteer outted her as on probation as a pointed effort to ensure there were social consequence. "You can't blame me, sure, but there was zero reason for you to think that in the first place. I get the feeling you're working through some kind of issues and I don't know what to tell you. You don't need to talk to me about kids being cruel -- I know." She widens her mismatched eyes at her for emphasis, peering at her through the shroud of her long bangs like she's Sadako and this is the Ring.
Amy Faust	Amy looks at Emi's reflection in the mirror, trying to realize what that expression is indicating... Oh. Her eyes. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry you had to go through that." "...I'm working through a ''subscription'', multiple of them, and I don't know when they end."
Emi Hoshino	Emi Hoshino turns her head to look at the window. "No, that's fine. I just think you need to, what's the term. Cool your jets a little. The teachers have far more to worry about than you missing one period, but if its important to you, I guess its important to you. Do your thing, whatever, you know." She gestures nebulously at the city. "Hey, we're almost there," she adds.
Amy Faust	"It's not that it's important to me, it's... Like I said, I'm trapped in-between. I can't whole-ass being a rebel." Amy tries to explain. "...And I've never known how to 'cool my jets' or stop thinking so much or unwind." At least Amy can appreciate that Emi has better sense than the teenage boys and young men she had similar conversations with, once upon a time. Who would say she was too wound up and somehow always find their minds drawn to the same piece of 'advice'. If she heard 'you need to get laid' one more time she would scream. Briefly she wonders if the problem was talking to ''guys'', but no, she can't imagine Chiba-san or his friends or Koji-san or Adrien or anyone she knows now saying that to their bros instead of trying their best to find something actually helpful, so maybe she was just stuck associating with ''idiots'', before. Amy frowns in annoyance as all that runs through her head, though. "Damn, people really are just ''better'' here." she mutters, lost in thought and not actually looking at the city.
Emi Hoshino	"Nobody said you had to do it 'whole-ass', whatever that means to you," she says with a shrug. The car pulls up to its curb and the driver indicates that they can disembark. Emi does, piling out of the car. She makes her way towards the doorway, her phone out and held so that the tired looking young man can run his QR reader over it for tickets. He indicates the theater and Emi is already on her way. She's clearly expecting Amy to tag along, after all.
Amy Faust	"Pretty sure you ''did'' encourage me to do so, earlier." Amy notes. "But regardless, I feel like I ''have to'' not just... be a delinquent who ignores classes, and I... 'have to' justify this with having some sort of morally defensible reason." Well yeah what's she gonna do just stay sitting in the car seeing how long it takes before the driver asks her to leave? "Oh, I see. You prepaid for two tickets." And once they're out of earshot of the ticket-checker, she observes, "They didn't ask our age at all. Do I look that goth?" she smirks unsurely at her little joke riffing on Emi's earlier assertion of unbreakable rules.
Emi Hoshino	"I encouraged you a little bit," agrees Emi, casually. "That's what the prepaid is for. It's only R-15 anyway," says the fourteen year old. "And no. No you do not," she informs her. She makes a big show of yawning at further questions, though, and heads for the indicated theater. Tugging the bow in her hair back into place, she heads to their assigned seating and nonchalantly places herself in it, reclining immediately and putting her feet up over the seat in front of her. RUDE. Someone says as much from further back in the theater and Emi playfully gasps before withdrawing her feet back to their proper place.
Amy Faust	Amy rolls her eyes at Emi, following her into the theater and sitting next to her. She pulls out of her oversized jacket a water bottle and sets it in the cupholder; she also has a sandwich in there, because like hell she's paying concession rates if she ends up feeling snacky here. When someone ''actually complains'' about Emi she turns around. "''Dude.'' It's an ''empty seat. Watch the movie!''" And she looks forward to do so herself, after taking a moment to put her phone on vibrate.
Emi Hoshino	"Be polite, you rebel, you," says Emi to Amy. She puts her hands behind her head and kicks back with her legs stretched out instead. What comes next is not surprising. Emi did say that it was going to be old films and probably foreign at that. The first movie? The first movie is poltergeist, of all things. Yes, that poltergeist. Emi gets big eyes. She didn't even bother to check what she was watching. Seems it didn't really matter to her one bit.
Amy Faust	"Oh, I've never actually seen it." Amy comments. Eventually she notes: "Oh, so this is where the trope of using a TV with static as a horror thing came from..." She looks at Emi. "Huh. I guess you've probably never seen static on a TV huh? When did Japan switch to digital broadcasts...?"
Emi Hoshino	"It's like REALLY old," agrees Emi, happily, "...static? You mean that's, like, not the ghosts doing it?" she blinks her eyes at Amy, slowly, like she'd never thought of that before. Amazing how the absence of things that might be taken for granted by an elder generation that someone as young as Emi has no context for.
Amy Faust	In a past life, Amanda ''did'' interact with the occasional teenager -- students, or acquaintances' children -- who pretended not to know something like that to annoy the old guy, but Emi can't ''possibly'' be doing it on purpose, right? ''Unless she actually suspected the 'story' I said I was writing was the truth...'' "Yes. That's what noise looks and sounds like when a TV tries to decode it as an analog signal. Digital decoders recognize noise as an invalid signal and so don't display it." she states, plainly. "...Also the save icon is a floppy disk. Specifically a 3½-inch disk, a circle of magnetic tape inside a semi-rigid plastic case. It held 1.44 megabytes." Amy watches Emi's face in the light of the movie screen, and then looks back to the movie.
Emi Hoshino	"Amy. I've plugged a television in before," she tells her. But the floppy disk bit gets her -- that, she has no idea about. "Wait, what? A floppy what-- you know what, nevermind." She blinks her eyes and stares back up at the movie screen rather than continue talking now that it's really underway. She might be a rebel, but she appreciates fine cimema.
Amy Faust	"Huh, one old enough to still even ''have'' an analog mode?" Amy shrugs. "I thought they were all digital-only these days. I remember when I had to help my grandparents with the conversion boxes--" and she stops, there, realizing the timing might be off... "So what do you think about this kind of horror movie?"
Emi Hoshino	"Shhh," says Emi rather than answer her immediately with a smile that suggests 'fine, ruin my aura with your knowledge'. She kicks back and puts her behind her head, slouching as the movie goes on. She pretty clearly missed the unalignment of time in Amy's statement anyway, which is suggestive in and of itself anyhow. As the movie unfolds, she looks satisfied with it. Clearly, she has a thing for the ancient ones, but at about at the forty five minute mark, she says, "Be back in a few," and disappears from her seat. Bathroom trip, probably.
Amy Faust	Amy glances over, nods, and shrugs. She'll keep watching the movie, and fill Emi in on anything she missed. She fishes her sandwich out of her jacket to take a bite.
Emi Hoshino	She takes longer than one might assume. By the time Amy is looking around for her, no doubt, she can find her standing up the steps leading down to their seats, looking over the crowd at one pair of seats in particular, where a couple older teenagers are seated. She suddenly breaks her gaze from them after a moment and returns to her seat with a drink. Stopped by concessions it seems. She drops bonelessly back into her seat, her expression one of seemingly maximal serenity. It's a mien.
Amy Faust	Amy texts her -- "You OK?" -- before spotting her, shrugging, and looking back to the movie. She fills Emi in on what she missed, and doesn't comment on the taking a long time. She has had nervous bowels sometimes! It is better to just move on, Amy would feel bad if it was her. ...She's not sure Emi ''can'' feel bad, but still, that's no reason to be ''even nosier'' than she's already been.
Emi Hoshino	"Thanks," says Emi to Amy, sincerely. She settles in for the rest of the movie, clearly enjoying its hold style thrills. Say whatever you like about the age, it's pretty difficult not to find the Tobe-Hooper/Spielberg mashup fun. Eventually, the film reaches it climax, and Emi is gesturing at the screen as if to say 'ahhh, so THAT's where that is from!' to several things that made their way into descendent movies and popular culture since. (THEY JUST MOVED THE HEADSTONES!)
Amy Faust	Amy nods in agreement, also a student of media tropes. As things wind down after the climax, she stretches and stifles a yawn. "You really think we can go for a whole second movie...? What even ''is'' the other movie, again?"
Emi Hoshino	"I mean I can. I don't know about you," she says as the credits roll, "You don't exactly have a lot of practice at staying up late, I imagine." She's gently making fun of her, of course, given her tone. She glances back behind her again. Those two teenagers again. Curious. Then she drops back to her seat and points at the screen. "So if you want to go, you can. It was nice of you to come with me."
Amy Faust	''Not a lot of practice?! "Excuse me?!'' I've been staying up late since ''before you were in diapers!"'' Beat. "I mean, um. In spirit. Old soul. Nah, I'll stay. Do gotta... drain the lizard, as the kids say these days." Does ''anyone'' say that these days. The credits are a good time for a bathroom break. She comes back after a normal amount of time. "Did it say what the second movie is yet? And why do you keep looking back there? See someone you know? hey gonna bust us?"
Emi Hoshino	A mildly confused look flickers across Emi's face at that response. "O...kay," she says, carrying on with a shrug. "...the what?" She blinks at her again but Emi has her legs crossed. She's produced a little flip pad from her handbag and appears to be drawing on it. She's got some talent. It's not amazing, but with nurturing she could make respectable drawings. It's clearly she's drawing the two kids she's been glancing at for a while. That's probably why. She's working fast before the second movie starts. "Oh," she says, "it's --" 'A Nightmare On Elm Street. Emi stares at the screen. Just stares at it.
Amy Faust	Amy glances at the flip pad. "Oooh, you're pretty good. ...Are you wishing you were here with a boy? ...Oh shit, it's totally your boyfriend who had to bail this time, isn't it..." A nightmare on Elm Street. "You know, I've never actually seen ''this'' one, either?"
Emi Hoshino	"It's like really old," remarks Emi, "Like really old! But that's what I'm here for," she says, still scribbling as the theatre redarkens and forces her to stop. "But no. That wasn't it. And it's not like that either. I just liked the way the light fell on them." She flips it closed for the moment. "I"ll give it to them when the movie is over," she adds.
Amy Faust	Amy ohs. "Truly, you are an artist. Drawing for art's sake and giving it to them... I hope they appreciate it."
Emi Hoshino	"Yeah, sure," is Emi's reply before she settles back into her seat comfortably and takes a slurp of that soda she picked up earlier. She's comfortable enough to watch Nightmare on Elm Street with detached amusement at this point. She also shows absolutely no signs of being any kind of tired.
Amy Faust	Amy takes a bite of her sandwich, chews, watches the movie for awhile. "You know," Amy makes conversation as the movie goes on, "I used to be super interested in dreams. I tried to learn how to lucid dream but never managed it. I used to keep a dream journal trying to remember as much of my dreams as I could... I've been lax though, lately I only write them down when they're especially interesting."
Emi Hoshino	"Cool. Dreams are cool, I guess," she agrees nonchalantly. "You could always start again. Chase your dreams and shit, you know?" she acknowledges, humming a few bars of 'Always'. The movie reaches its zenith and then descends into its falling action, with Freddy being defeated at last as Heather Lagenkamp at last turns her back on Kreuger, declaring she'd take back every bit of power she gave him. "Lessons for life," snorts Emi at that, though someone nearby hushes her.
Amy Faust	Amy laughs, and then covers her mouth, at the comment of 'chase your dreams' applied to this kind of dream. "I... Maybe I will, I dunno." As the movie moves past its climax and Emi comments on that, Amy asides, "You know, I knew the whole 'final girl' thing was a trope but I've barely ever actually ''seen'' any horror movies. But yeah like. Don't give people power over you or let them manipulate you." She nods in agreement.
Emi Hoshino	"You should. It sounds important to you," she acknowledges, then half-lids her eyes before she puts her hands behind her head as the movie ends on its twist and rolls to credits with its iconic theme. As people get up to start to leave, however, she all but springs out of her seat and makes her way towards the two teens further back who decided to get in here themselves. She stomps in her platforms right up over to them and says. "Hey. I thought you two looked pretty cool with the way the lighting was, so I drew you both and you looked sad anyway so I thought it might cheer you up and shit. Here." She presses the paper into one's hand, leaving him to a rather mystified stare as Emi then takes her leave without another word, clearly expecting Amy to just come along with her.
Amy Faust	Amy is still sitting there for a bit, then hurries to catch up to Emi. "Sorry! I forgot for a moment that this was before they started doing during- and after-credits stuff--" she yawns, "--in movies. Oh gods, is it that late? I was nice seeing movies with you." She reaches for a hug, although if Emi makes any sign of not wanting one she doesn't and steps back. "...Right, we're both going back to the dorms, so I guess it's not goodbye yet, huh."
Emi Hoshino	It's very late. As Amy does reach for a hug, Emi shies away. She's Japanese, after all, and is clearly not one hundred percent comfortable with any kind of physical affection like that. She does give her a smile, however, to show she understands the intention, at least. "Time for byes later," she tells her, "We've got a ride share to catch." She strides towards the exits and disappears onto the street below. She already scheduled the ride when she was in the bathroom earlier, and so it seems that their pick up is already here. She's already walking to it.
Amy Faust	Amy looks apologetic, rather than offended. Just because she was touch starved for decades doesn't mean everyone else is! She has plenty of other huggy friends. "Right, yeah." she follows Emi to the car. "...Do you wanna trade phone numbers or Consensus usernames or anything?"
Emi Hoshino	"Oh, I haven't used it much. I guess I mostly use 'LINE'. But I think I have a username there. Let me .. let me -- " Emi is already looking through her phone distractedly at Consensus. "You can have my number, I guess, too." She'll trade it off as well, along with her 'LINE' user name to boot, before she finally finds her 'Consensus' name and shares that as well. "Mmh. Okay. Well, there you go." Such a teenager.
Amy Faust	Amy nods, adding all those and flashing a thumbs-up. And yawning again as she tries not to fall asleep in the car.
Emi Hoshino	After they're dropped off at the dorms, Emi stares up at the building again before heaving a sigh. She turns back towards Amy, gives her a little bow of farewell, and then makes her way towards her building. Seems she's run out of dialogue for the moment.