Movie Night IV: Movie Harder

[unrecovered]

Who| Wash and anyone who wants to join
What| Movie night!
Where| The same lounge movie night is always in
When| A few days after Silent Horizon and No Sanity Clause
Warnings/Notes| They're watching Clue, because Tim Curry is the cure for everything.

It has been, to put none too fine a point on it, a shitty week. Everyone needs a place where they can relax and get their minds off what's happened; to that end, Wash figures it's about time for another movie night, and goes for a comedy this time. Sure, Clue is technically a murder mystery with a slow build, but he's pretty sure people will enjoy it as long as he's up front about it.

There's tables full of snacks and drinks set up, per usual. Extra blankets are piled on the arms and backs of chairs and sofas, because blankets make things better and therefore need to be available. There's a sign outside the door with the movie's title, MPAA rating, and a brief summary, along with a note at the bottom: Movie night is neutral territory. Might as well make it known up front.

Comments

[vata]

"Tch—" Reflexively she ducks down, nose crinkling up while her spine stretches long— twisting to curl and coil away from Lena's affectionate, chiding gesture— rolling from her belly onto her back, hands raised defensively. "I'm serious!" Though it's said with just as much of a grin as she's ever worn.

"I don't even think he likes me that much at all."

[zippity]

"Come off it," Lena half-snorts, shaking her head. Soldier: 76 might not have been the friendliest guy out there, but she had a hard time believing that he actively disliked anyone that wasn't an outright criminal. "What gave you that idea?"

--right. Rephrasing:

"I mean, he's not really all that friendly to anyone, is he?"

[vata]

"—you know," Sombra starts, bringing her evasive maneuvers to a complete halt, dawning realization blooming across her features. "You've got a point."

[zippity]

"If he didn't like you, he'd tell you," Lena says, with all the confidence in the world as she reaches for the last of her apple slices. "Trust me on that one."

Her grin is sly, apple slice caught between her teeth like she's imparted some ancient secret as the movie flickers into action.

[the_real_sir_prize]

"I see," Victor says. "Do you think the jokes will translate properly, or should I take out my ear plugs and listen to it in English? Things seem to have worked out well so far, but I'd hate to miss something quotable because it doesn't sound as clever in Russian."

[walkingballpit]

"Hm, good question. I think the ear plugs are pretty good, if you've been listening to me in Russian this whole time and still gotten my jokes."

Or... he could've not got any of Robbie's jokes. It's hard to say, now that he's thinking about it. Victor is the sunny kind of person who laughs all the time, anyway. "How do you know they're going to have the English version? It's probably Interlac."

[the_real_sir_prize]

"Good point." Victor rubs his chin. "I assumed that, since Wash was seeking out old movies, they'd be in their original language. But this movie is a thousand years old; if it's not a remake, it's probably been dubbed over for an Interlac-speaking audience. Have previous movies been dubbed over?"

[walkingballpit]

"I don't know," he said without pausing to think too much about it. "I didn't try taking my earplugs out. I usually just leave 'em in. It's easier that way. I barely understand hello in Interlac, and there's so many important phrases like "Watch out!", "Fire!" or "Emergency Oxygen Production Stop Button".