Of all the creepy hotels, in all the towns, in all the world...
Who: Kate Austen and Julian Bashir
When: sometime after Kate digs for bodies with Dukat and Xander, and also after Jack shows up at her door (oh, bendy time, we love you). evening.
Where: the movie theater
What: Kate and Julian are strangers. Who watch Casablanca together. Nothing like Rick and Ilsa to cross 400 years and bring people together.
When Kate opened a door and smelled fresh popcorn being made, she stepped inside. She hadn't been to the movie theater since she and Owen had tried to find it, and that had been months and months ago. Now, she figured at the very least she could get a bag of popcorn - and if the movie showing ended up to be crap, she could leave.
The theater looked just like it had those many months ago - a truly classic, oldschool place. She got her bag of popcorn - extra butter - and entered the theater proper. The only thing that was missing were the crowds, and a monkey suited usher to lead her to her seat. She found a seat in one of the velvet upholstered chairs and as soon as she did, the house lights went down and she heard the telltale signs of the projector turning on.
The music that began was familiar, as was the black and white image of the opening credits. Kate smiled a little to herself. Casablanca. She'd grown up watching the classics with her mother, at night after Wayne'd passed out on the couch, and this one had been one of her mom's favorites. Kate settled in to watch.
When: sometime after Kate digs for bodies with Dukat and Xander, and also after Jack shows up at her door (oh, bendy time, we love you). evening.
Where: the movie theater
What: Kate and Julian are strangers. Who watch Casablanca together. Nothing like Rick and Ilsa to cross 400 years and bring people together.
When Kate opened a door and smelled fresh popcorn being made, she stepped inside. She hadn't been to the movie theater since she and Owen had tried to find it, and that had been months and months ago. Now, she figured at the very least she could get a bag of popcorn - and if the movie showing ended up to be crap, she could leave.
The theater looked just like it had those many months ago - a truly classic, oldschool place. She got her bag of popcorn - extra butter - and entered the theater proper. The only thing that was missing were the crowds, and a monkey suited usher to lead her to her seat. She found a seat in one of the velvet upholstered chairs and as soon as she did, the house lights went down and she heard the telltale signs of the projector turning on.
The music that began was familiar, as was the black and white image of the opening credits. Kate smiled a little to herself. Casablanca. She'd grown up watching the classics with her mother, at night after Wayne'd passed out on the couch, and this one had been one of her mom's favorites. Kate settled in to watch.