ITP: Hollywood Presents... You: The Movie

[outoutdamnblot]

*a man is sitting on the roof of a cabin -- maybe your cabin -- writing in what appears to be some sort of journal or diary. the sun is shining on his ever-shifting mask in a rather visually interesting way

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[moesaurus]

*the camera pans out up past the roof for a moment, taking advantage of the superb lighting provided by the setting sun. a single spider pauses in the weaving of its web, for a breath's worth of time, as if in respect. as the shadows start to curve out long and dark from the bases of trees and buildings and curl over shoulders at the slightly dimmer ground level, the last gasp of the day seems concentrated on a bush next to the cabin Rorschach's sitting on, an insignificant shrub with only a few tender twigs glowing greenish with the promise of spring in the dying light.

a leaf dangles from one of them, barely unfurled. its veins glitter with potential. soft music plays.

Littlefoot eats it.*

--oh, wow! I can almost taste spring coming!

[outoutdamnblot]

*the shadows fall fully over the figure on the roof as he stands and looks down at the young dinosaur.*

And at the end of the world, it all goes back to the beginning.

[moesaurus]

*LOOKS UP AND SHOUTS*

Hi!

[outoutdamnblot]

*the pattern on his mask shifts into something like surprise. as cool as this guy is, he still wasn't expecting to run into a talking dinosaur today.*

Are you one of the Director's creatures?

[moesaurus]

*the dinosaur doesn't know enough about humans to find any of this even slightly strange, and stares back up in a friendly enough way.*

I don't think so. I came from somewhere else.

Hey, your face is neat!

[outoutdamnblot]

Not many people think so.

[moesaurus]

It moves!

*munches at the bush a bit more, contemplatively*

[outoutdamnblot]

What are you?

[moesaurus]

A Longneck!