an albino dog is a rare animal indeed :] {ridley!}

[Clara Oswin Oswald]

For someone who'd been plucked right out of the Victorian Era and dropped first into modern day New York and then into the high-tech world of time travel, Clara had actually adjusted pretty well to some of the less familiar things that had been invented between 2013 and 1892. However, when Ridley had suggested they watch a movie, Clara had been slightly dubious at the idea of moving pictures. And, of course, once Ridley had proved their existence, neither her or the Doctor had heard the end of Clara's question about how they worked, how they moved, how they moved with sound, etc. Eventually, the Doctor had simply given her a book which had explained a little bit of it, but not enough.

And so, Clara decided that she had to see it first-hand. The TARDIS actually had a rather large collection of these "movies", and Clara had allowed Ridley to pick out what they would be watching. It seemed odd to her, to sit down and simply watch a picture move for an hour and a half, but apparently they were something like books in that they told a story. Which! Seemed interesting enough to her, especially since it looked like Ridley had picked out something akin to the horror novels that Clara adored. At least, it looked that way from the cover.

Perched on a couch while Ridley figured out how to insert the small metal disc that allowed the film to be played (the technology on the TARDIS was slightly different from what she was used to, apparently), Clara turned the cover over, reading the back of it which, like a book, provided a little summery. Useful. Unfortunately, some of the words were ones that Clara was unfamiliar with, but she got the general gist that it involved going into the mind of a murderer. Which hardly seemed impossible to her, but then again, very little did these days.

"Looks interesting at least. I think." she squinted slightly, trying to make sense of some of the words. Psychotherapist, FBI agent...honestly, with so many people out of their own times now, you'd think they'd make things a little easier. Ah well, nothing to be done for it now. "Have you got it figured out yet? Could always just call the Doctor in if you need help with it." Clara was, unfortunately not going to be much help unless Ridley wanted to spend the next twenty minutes waiting for her to figure out how everything worked.

[Ridley Duchannes]

It'd kinda been awhile since Ridley had done anything this...normal? Even before the whole time travel gig, she couldn't remember ever just sitting down and watching a movie after her Claiming - except maybe occasionally, if Link dragged her to one. So this...would be fun? Maybe? Sort of? Once she got over the novelty of it, or something - which was probably even worse for Clara, who was still getting used to the whole 'movie' thing in general.

Sure would be interesting, anyway. For a time-traveling box, the TARDIS actually had a pretty impressive selection of movies, although...jeez, she didn't even know what some of these were. It really had been awhile. She'd zeroed in on the ones that most definitely would have been banned in Gatlin (although admittedly that still left a rather broad selection), and had ultimately selected the one that looked like it might've given Mrs. Lincoln a heart attack - plus, she knew Clara was big on the horror genre, and this one seemed... generally creepy enough? 'The Cell'. Vague title. Wasn't that the one with the creepy European guy and his bitch of a cheating wife -- wait, no, that was 'The Room'. After dodging that bullet, she'd proceeded to hand Clara the DVD case to examine while she...engaged in a bit of a battle with the TARDIS' so-called 'movie player'.

"Yeah, yeah. I've never seen it, but, you know. People'll get killed, vaguely disturbing things will happen, it'll be a fun time." she responded over her shoulder to Clara's comment about the movie. Weren't these 'psychological thriller' movies all pretty much the same anyway? With a faint smirk, she vaguely recalled making Lena watch Silence of the Lambs with her at ten years old. This movie kinda seemed a little like that one, so this would probably be a similar experience - minus the faintly traumatized younger cousin and the raging, disapproving Gramma yelling at her about being irresponsible. Now if she could just get this stupid thing working... "Um. Just a sec." She waved off the suggestion to ask the Doctor for help - that would have been an inexcusable blow to her pride. She would, figure this out, just...

"Would it kill him to just buy, like, a normal DVD player?" Ridley grouched, despite the fact that Clara probably wouldn't even know what a 'normal DVD player' was. In irritation, she just kind of blindly jabbed at a couple of the buttons - and then, suddenly, a slot that looked very much like the sort you were supposed to slide a disc into opened up. "Got it!" With sudden enthusiasm, as if she'd just unlocked all the secrets of the universe, she slid the disc in, pressed the button that seemed to signal 'play', and retreated back to the couch, looking rather pleased with herself.

"See? Piece of cake." Sitting down next to Clara, Ridley flashed her a quick grin. "Now. Prepare to be freaked out by the bizarre world of...modern American horror movies.."

[Clara Oswin Oswald]

"Depends on what you mean by a normal DVD player," Clara responded, craning her neck a little to get a better look at the device Ridley was working with. Not that she'd be of much help, but her levels of curiosity usually led her to being underfoot in situations like this. New things were exciting and interesting, and Clara really just wanted to figure out all this modern things she came across in her travels. Even modern things from other planets, which she didn't doubt the player Ridley was wrestling with was. After all, it was on the TARDIS. Couldn't all be Earth technology, could it? "Took you long enough," she teased, as the disc was slid in and Ridley joined her on the couch.

Honestly, for awhile, it was just enough for Clara to watch something like this move. She'd seen drawings in books, of course, but as the "movie" began, it was entertainment enough for Clara to just marvel at exactly how this was happening. It wasn't even pictures, really, more like a little window into another world! A...world where women rode on horses through the desert in white dresses and what looked like names appeared in the sky. Were they the names of the characters in the story, maybe? No matter. It wasn't until the woman got off of the horse that Clara had begun to become accustomed to pictures actually moving.

"Don't most horror stories start out somewhere a little more...scary?" A desert didn't seem to really be the proper setting for something like this. Clara had more expected an old mansion, or maybe an abandoned prison, with a name like The Cell. What sort of cell could there be in a desert? The music playing in the background wasn't what she would've expected either. Honestly, it sounded more like a bunch of men blowing into horns and pipes at random than what she'd expect to be in the background of something frightening. "Sounds more silly than frightening," she commented as the music rose and became more evidently annoying. Hopefully, Ridley hadn't expected her to remain quiet during this whole experience. Clara had far too much to say to do that.

The horse, in a rather bizarre manner, suddenly became what looked like a statue, which was met by an arch of Clara's eyebrow. Was there a purpose to that? "...is that supposed to mean something, or did it just....happen?" Horses, in Clara's experience, didn't turn into statues at random. Well. Unless said horse was a Weeping Angel, but that probably wasn't the case in this situation. But...no explanation came, just the woman, who was still nameless and whom Clara had no idea why she was wandering around in a desert in a dress like that. Not even five minutes had passed and she was already confused. Which didn't really bode well, but maybe these movies were like modern things in that they had to be figured out over time.

Either way, at least Clara had Ridley there to explain things. The Caster girl had quickly become Clara's modern translator in situations like this, and usually was able to answer questions, provided she didn't ask too many.