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S1E1
"Prelude"Introductions
Rocko’s Diner is the best diner in town. Be sure to try some of Ms. Goldeneye's apple pie while you're there.
The Diner will serve as an excellent place for introductions for the first after-class session of the Scary Movies Club.DATE: 4:45 PM - October 23, A.C. 424 | POV: Johnny Run-the-Jewels J.C. Funny Valentine | LOCATION: Attonfield, Trinity | FSE
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A drive through town never got old—at least, not to Johnny Valentine. Attonfield was one of those places that was photogenic all of the time, yet, tragically underappreciated by both tourists and the cosmopolitan bigwigs on the East and West coast. As far as he was concerned, there was truly no place like Attonfield in the F-S-E, and it definitely beat life back in Nephi. From what little he remembered about the former Oesterran state, he knew that it was dry and relatively flat, whereas Attonfield was more hilly, Trinity fir trees stretching off for miles in every direction around the small city.
He wasn’t going to head off into the woods today—that was reserved for Junior NORPRO, or the National Reserve Officer Training Program, a preparatory program for high school students that intended to participate in the Senior NORPRO in college for an officer commission in the Federal Armed Forces. Johnny and the other Junior NORPRO cadets at Colonel Harrison Skydreamer High School often disliked the long treks through the woods—especially the night escapades when all one had was the stars that weren’t blotted out by light pollution to navigate themselves. He also wasn’t in the mood to go into the woods anytime soon after watching Dark Woods, an ultraviolent and surreal tale about a mass murderer that terrorized a small rural town in the mountains, not unlike Attonfield…
He wasn’t here for any of that. Instead, he was here to take his friend, Jonah Waaaves Cudi J.T. Strieter, to the diner in town. Rocko’s Diner, to be exact, which was the best diner in possibly the entirety of the state of Trinity due to its legendary apple pie and coffee. He’d met the stoner at school and, rather than bully him into submission, grew to respect the guy due to their common interests. Eventually, he had been introduced to Jonah’s group, the so-called “Scary Movies Club,” which was planning their first official meeting at the diner. He wasn’t too much of a scary movie fan himself or a big conspiracy theorist, but if it was something other than getting yelled at to do meaningless chores at home or go innawoods for a bit, he’d take it.
Much to Johnny’s dismay, he found out pretty early on that Jonah pretty much needed transportation everywhere around town, at least to places that weren’t within walking distance, like school and the diner. Already he was beginning to regret taking him in his pristine Pontillac Steelix pickup truck, from the moment Jonah lit up a marijuana joint and promptly began smoking it, to the moment he put his feet on the dashboard. Johnny wrinkled his nose in disgust at the stench, but soldiered through it. “DUDE! I just got this cleaned yesterday..”
Jonah snickered in his usual mellow, slow voice. “Woops. I’m unironically sorry for smoking in your car, Johnny. Also, thanks for the ride.”
“Next time, uhh, don’t do that in my car.” He poked a finger at his friend as if he were a parent scolding their child. “Anyways, who else are we supposed to be meeting at the diner? Just the Sinican girl and the black guy?”
“Uhhh, their names are Liang and Jeremiah, if you forgot.” Jonah said in a matter-of-fact tone. “You met them once, remember?”
“Ohhh. Right.” He nodded. Jeremiah So-The-Flies-Don't-Come C.K. Saba was some scrawny black kid who had some practically supernatural aura to him—that is, he could make nearly anyone’s day ten times better if they bothered talking to him and endured his talks about comic books and movies and the like. Liang, meanwhile, was a Sinican girl who, for lack of a better word, had some interesting interests, namely, scary movies and conspiracy theories.
After about five more minutes of driving, they finally made their way to the diner in town, which was a few blocks down from the movie theater, currently playing some modernized reboots of some cheesy 380s action flicks, some surreal drama by the old but genius avant-garde director Daniel Lymnch Hiatus Kaiyote, and, of course, some horror movies. The diner, on the other hand, was easy to spot by the bright neon sign outside and the all-permeating scent of apple pie. Although it wasn’t as famous as five star restaurants in Torch City that were visited by Presidents, it definitely took the spot as the best diner in town, let alone the state. Not only was it a good place to eat, especially breakfast, but it was just a nice place to meet up, like now.
He unceremoniously parked his car at the front of the diner and went inside, the smell of apple pie practically irresistible now. At the center of the diner was the signature horseshoe-shaped lunch counter, the chrome and vinyl stools harkening back to the days of the 360s and 370s when this aesthetic was popular. A jukebox was situated by the door, several booths lining both walls as they entered. Behind the lunch counter, currently tending to two gruff-looking policemen, was Ms. Goldeneye herself, the blonde-haired owner of the diner, who had inherited it from her mother, who had inherited it from her mother’s mother, and so on. She was assisted by a squad of waitresses wearing matching outfits, including Ms. Goldeneye’s daughter herself, Maurine, talking to some leather jacket-wearing biker who kept commenting about her blonde hair.
As they made their way over to one of the booths, Jonah flashed a grin to Maureen, who matched it with a confused, but friendly smile. Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle at his pitiful attempt to swoon her. “Retard.”
“Woh?”
“It’s like you do this to everyone, y’know? I first thought you were gonna do it to Ms. Goldeneye, too.”
“What? Are you implying I like Ms. Goldeneye?” Jonah guffawed, then went quiet abruptly as they made their way to the booth. Sure enough, it was already occupied by two people: Liang and Jeremiah, the latter of whom was currently going on about his comic books.
“So...this is the ‘Scary Movies Club,’ huh?” Johnny asked rather dramatically as he made his way into the booth. “And we picked a nice place to meet...a diner.” Of course, he meant it all out of naivete and fun—in his mind, any good ‘Scary Movie Club’ would’ve chosen some place more...well, scary to meet up, like a cemetary or a spooky abandoned building.”
The leader of the Scary Movies Club, Liang World-is-Yours Phantasm K. Shiya, was quick to nod. "That's right! You've come to the right place for... well, I think you already get the idea." She offered a cheeky smile. "I'd pick somewhere more dramatic for our first meet — like the old Lowther House up north outta town — but curfew's been an extra pain in the ass lately..."
“Curfew?” Johnny repeated the word as he took his seat. “Either my folks have had their heads under a rock, or I just got home always before the curfew. What’s tha quick rundown?”
"Seven PM to seven AM, everyone stays indoors. Wasn't always like this—" Shiya paused, as if for dramatic effect, leaning in. "..word is, it's got something to do with that creepy lab up in Dysnome." Dysnome, of course, was Attonfield's northern neighbor, a government-mandated 'closed city' that acted as a model community and additionally doubled as means to house the personnel that operated the Dysnome Site. The Dysnome Site was something of an enigma, largely veiled in classified talk. What was known is that it hosted six high-power nuclear reactors, powering much of the region, and housed the Dysnome National Laboratory, a place that was the target of a few conspiracy theories. Whenever something weird happened in Attonfield, everyone was quick to blame the lab. That's just how it'd always been...
“Oh.. that place.” Johnny nodded, as if he understood everything that she said. In reality, he only understood a good half of it. “I’ve heard a few stories, hikers going missing ‘n all that. What do y’all think is behind it? What do you think they’re hiding in there with the lab?”
“The way I see it,” Jeremiah began suddenly, as if he were paying attention to the conversation while also looking over his comic books. “There’s something beyond our paygrade going on over there that the government is trying to cover up. In one of my comics, there was this city called Cathay that had a Tokamak reactor, like the one Arcadia had, and they were doing some experiments there...it’s not that far-fetched from what’s here. I mean, Six high-powered nuclear reactors? That’s enough to power a lot...maybe even some device that could be used to turn the tide of a war, access some unknown energy particle, the list can go on and on.”
“Alright… I’ll pretend I understood that.” Johnny said sarcastically. “And you, Jonah. What do you think is in there?”
The stoner shrugged. “Probably just some reactors the Feds don’t want people touching. It’s not like you can just walk into a reactor like that, obviously. I hear the mummies shoot people on sight at theirs and the Aenarans just straight up arrest you at this one plant, where if you don’t stop driving on this road, the snipers’ll shoot your wheels out.”
"You can't walk into Dysnome period. Either y'know someone from Dysnome or you've got authorization from the DOE to get in... always found that weird." Shiya thought aloud, noting the rather ominous mystique the city carried. "Anyways, I'm ramblin's on is all... you hear about the new Blood Camp movie? Part 8... how many sequels of hockey masks and machete-slashin' can you get at this point? Either way — watching it might be one of the next meetups."
“Blood Camp?” Movies like those were practically so watered down in horror tropes that they weren’t all that scary to someone like Johnny, who wasn’t much of a big horror fan himself. “I’m a big guy, I’ve kinda been wanting to see it myself. I can handle all the gore and stuff in those movies.”
“Are you serious?” Jeremiah scoffed. “Art-house slow-buildup horror movies are way better than that hack-and-slash garbage. At least, in my opinion.”
“That, or you’re too scared to sit through the jumpscares.” Johnny taunted. “Anyways, yeah. I saw a poster for it when I was driving here, too. We all can go see it after school..”
"Well, there's also that new TV series about the Arcadia Liquidators.." Shiya was referring to the soldiers and foreign prisoners of war that had been given the task of cleaning Arcadia after the destruction of its Tokamak reactor during and after the Transatlantic War. It had been akin to a war — between man and an invisible destructive force that had so terribly brought the Euphemian state of Turmenista to ruin. Not that any of those at this table had been there — it'd happened long before their time. "...might stream that one later tonight, actually."
It seemed as if a lightbulb went off in Johnny’s head upon hearing those words. The story of the brave liquidators and horrifying events of the Arcadia cleanup were still fresh in everyone’s minds even some 30 years after the harrowing events known as the Desolation of Arcadia. “I’ve been wanting to stream that show, too. Maybe, if we’re all tired of the same old hack and slash and hockey mask mess that is Blood Camp, we all could watch that..”
"Sounds like a plan." Shiya agreed. "'fore that, though, we ought to get us-selves something to eat..."
“Damn right.” As if on cue, Ms. Goldeneye approached their table, notepad in hand. “Ready to order, guys?”
“You know, Ms. Goldeneye, I think I could use a nice piece of apple pie and some coffee, no sugar, how I always like it.” Johnny responded, his hunger taking over his thinking as he counted down the minutes for their food to arrive. When it finally did, it was exactly how he had expected it: delicious-looking and smelling as always. Without wasting any time, Johnny took a piece of the pie and ate it, savoring the taste for a moment. “Hot DAMN, that pie is good!”