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]

"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."