Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[always_someone]

So, it had come up in conversation last week that Sabine either didn't like or just hadn't really been exposed to any horror movies. Which had kind of surprised Norman - not liking them was one thing, but it was hard to envision a life without ever having seen one before, given just how much of his own life had been spent parked in front of the television watching them himself.

So today, he'd ordered Chinese food (and apparently Ching Tai had messed up the order and sent him triple portions of everything), hauled out his movie collection, and made his way to the third floor common room, where he was perusing his options.

Well... there was Zombie Nation, Lonesome Dead, Doc Zombie, Brain Eater, Space Zombies, or the classic, My Baby Was a Zombie...

Norman grimaced a little as he looked the selection over.

"I really am Gothy Spice."

Sigh.

[OOC: Open common room! Links contain minor cartoon gore on movie posters that are totally ParaNorman canon.]

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[white_oleander]

"If not by now," Astrid shrugged a little, setting the boxes back down to get back to her noodles, "then some day."

She tried to look really thoughtful and introspective about it while taking a bite, but she mostly just wound up admitting, "I actually really want to see that movie now."

[always_someone]

"I can keep my eye open for something like that," Norman offered. "If there's anyone out there who can find a really, really specific zombie movie, I'm that guy."

He had a movie about zombie babies in that pile. Zombie babies.

[white_oleander]

Well, one shouldn't expect the reanimation of brain-starved corpses to discriminate by age...

"I take it you're a fan?"

[always_someone]

"A little bit," Norman agreed, smiling crookedly. "... A lot. I used to be more of one when I was ten, though. Zombie slippers, zombie toothbrush... that kind of fan? I've kind of grown out of it a bit."

A very little bit.

For, you know. Some reason.

[white_oleander]

Astrid was distinctly feeling that a thorough search of Norman's possessions might suggest otherwise.

"Why zombies?" she asked. Not in a mocking way; she was genuinely curious.

[always_someone]

"I was... um... a morbid kid, I guess," Norman replied, smiling sheepishly. "I mean, guts and brains and all of that never really bothered me."

He saw so much of it. Daily. In real life. What was a movie compared to that?

"So I guess at least partly, I got a kick out of watching stuff that freaked everybody else out. It all just seemed kind of hokey, to me."

It was a better answer than 'yeah, so I'm instinctively kind of drawn to the dead.'

[white_oleander]

"What about stuff like in Health class yesterday?" Astrid wondered, partially wondering why she brought it up when just mentioning it made her stomach turn a little. But she was morbid in her own way, usually in her curiosity. "With all the...injuries..."

You know, the all-too realistic for her tastes ones...

[always_someone]

"I mean..." Norman shrugged his shoulders a little at that. "It was graphic, and definitely more concerning if it had been real people. But the blood itself didn't bother me, no."

All of that was just matter-of-fact. He wasn't bragging, really. He was just completely not bothered by it in the first place.

[white_oleander]

"I don't think the blood and stuff really bothers me so much as the idea that you could try to help, but mess it up, and make it worse." Astrid wrinkled her nose a little. "Movies at least have a solid separation between what's real and what isn't."

Even if she really had no idea what was real anymore lately at all.

[always_someone]

"They do that," Norman agreed. "There isn't any responsibility on your shoulders when you're watching somebody get hurt in a movie. They're over there, on the other side of the screen, probably being trampled in a zombie cow stampede or something..."

Seriously, this movie was bananas.

"It's harder, when real people are depending on you."