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October 13th
[ The sparsely populated, large room is dark and hushed, only the flickering bright light from the front briefly illuminating it in sharp flashes of lightning. A child's terror-filled scream pierces through the quiet, felt all around them, like it is coming from everywhere at once.
Jiang Cheng jumps, Zidian sparking on his right even as he has it on Xiao Xingchen's thigh. His eyes flicker around, for a moment searching out a real threat before he, quietly cursing to himself, focuses his eyes on the large screen at the front of the room.
The ghost child's face is melting away like technicolor ice melting in Yunmeng's summers from the E+L-produced anti-ghost particle water (rainbow-colored and glittery) she had been drenched in and still, she keeps screaming until she no longer has a mouth to scream. ]
I don't think ghosts work like that anywhere [ Jiang Cheng grumbles, his voice maybe a little bit too loud, but fortunately they are all alone in the back row of the cinema, and there is nobody else sitting in the two rows ahead of them either.
The Many Hauntings of Buff Winters: A Found Footage Anthology had seemed like a good movie for their first movie date ever. Had. As in, past tense. The snarky hero's voiceover picks up again, talking about his extra steamy next case and Jiang Cheng interlaces his fingers with Xingchen's as he leans in close, whispering into his ear now. ] That must be the last one, it feels like we have been in here for hours. Let's get a drink after? There is a bar right down the street from E+LPlaza. I checked, they even have the colorful drinks with umbrellas.