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[h1][color=f49ac2]The Great Penrose Movie Marathon[/color][/h1]
[@FamishedPants]@everyone[/center]

How magic was made? Sakura once pondered that in her past life. Magic was in the smallest of things. A stupid idea. A lot of people. Little details. Like a castle of cards they were carefully piling up. She weighed the disc on her hands. So flimsy, but full of wisdom. The root, the origin. What started it all.

The first Godzilla Movie. First of the many films piled up.

It had been a pain to acquire with subtitles. Sakura, much to her chagrin, had initially rented the original version one, only for her to realize almost no one in the group she had been acquainted with had a sparrow's chance of learning japanese. Oh well, she could always translate, but that'd be a major pain in the ass.

The other point was to get the locale. Emily had hosted it. She was such a cinnamon bun, really. Even though she probably should have not.

Circumstances had gone a bit out of control. Sakura had forgotten how MANY people she had truly invited. She had also forgotten how many of those would even bring friends. Oh well, no problemo. It would be sorted. They would She kinda had chicken-scrabbled a list of rules (her english writing was terrible, and Emily had to correct her a couple of times).

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[i]1- You must be invited by someone, or someone else who knows someone, or someone else who knows someone who knows someone.
2- Bring drinks or food
3- Dont deride silly movies
4- Leave problems at the door
5- No touch Emily. I will kill ya, cocks/%*er.[/i][/center]
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Sakura grinned, as she mentally gave herself a pat on her back. Penrose's way of entertainament was way too twisted. But she could fix that! Nothing that a good movie sitout would, right? Right? She hoped Emily would have fun too.