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Some time ago for romantic purposes Karkat came into possession of a large holographic video display. He has been nursing an idea for a while, but the weather outside in mock-Scotland has been too grotesque to make it feasible.

Tonight, however, the grotty mist has finally stopped and when Karkat rises with the moon he discovers weather that is almost practically tolerable, especially once he deploys a firepit and spreads a tarp over the damp ground.

He fiddles with the projector a bit, finally managing to project the king-sized screen he wants over the lake. The first romcom he cues up is Pretty Woman, and he grunts with satisfaction as he plops himself into an stuffed husk he hauled down from his room and the familiar opening begins to unfold.

Welcome to the drive-in. The second film in the triple feature will be Grosse Pointe Blank, followed by My Best Friend's Wedding.

[OPEN THREAD! Feel free to use the setting with or without tagging Karkat, he will out here all night marathoning cheesy romantic comedies. Feel free to suggest movies that will follow Pretty Woman, and I will update this post with a list of the ones this cranky sumbitch has approved that people can reference playing.]

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"YEAH, SHE'S ALL RIGHT."

As the Cusack movie winds down, Karkat has to shuffle himself upright to page through his files again.

"OH, THIS IS A GOOD ONE."

He eyes her beadily. "YOU WILL PROBABLY PASS OUT BEFORE THE ENDING, THOUGH. THE ENDING IS THE BEST PART."

She lifts her arm, allowing him to straighten and set up the next movie.

"Then You'll Just Have To Show It To Me Again," she says simply. "When It's Not The Middle Of The Night, That Is."

"NONSENSE, SELF-INDULGENT GARBAGE AND NONSENSE. WHAT I WILL HAVE TO DO IS, I WILL JUST HAVE TO WAKE YOU UP."

She does pretty well, really, enough so that when Karkat shakes her awake at the end what she sees unfold will make some semblance of sense.

George: Hey gorgeous, having a good time?

Julianne: Not particularly. But, I did what I came to do.

George: What, you split them up?

Julianne: No, I said goodbye.

George: Good girl. I'm proud of you. I'd be prouder still if you were dancing.

Julianne: I have big plans for dancing, just give me 30, 35 years.

George: Oh, the misery, the exquisite tragedy, the Susan Haywood of it all. I can just picture you there, sitting alone at your table in your lavender gown.

Julianne: Did I tell you my gown was lavender?

George: Hair swept up, haven't touched your cake, probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen tablecloth. The way you do when you're really feeling down. Perhaps even looking at those fingernails and thinking, 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure', it's too late now.

Julianne: George... I didn't tell you my dress was lavender.

It's SUCH A GOOD MOVIE. Wake THE FUCK UP, Kanaya.

There isn't much grumbling from Kanaya when Karkat nudges her awake, her head rising from either his nest of hair or his shoulder, she's not sure. But the scene is good, and so completely and utterly pale it has her squeezing Karkat just a little closer.

George: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you’re off your chair in one, exquisite movement… wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish… radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he’s on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you… the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is… gay… like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think… what the hell. Life goes on. Maybe there won’t be marriage… maybe there won’t be sex… but, by God, there’ll be dancing.

As wonderful as the scene is, Kanaya begins to fade out once more during the dancing montage, murmuring something indistinct but undeniably pale as she returns to sleep. It's unlikely she'll remember what she said come morning, but it's the thought that counts, right?