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.

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[unrecovered]

On one hand, Dave has a point. On the other hand, he's missing the point of this particular movie night. "Take it from someone who's run group bonding exercises before: they don't work if the person in charge doesn't have authority or respect, and to some of the people here, I have neither of those. Plus, that's not really the point of this." He goes back to arranging snacks on the table, then grabs a juice box and tosses it Dave's way. Justin Time loves apple juice, right? "The point is to talk to the people who show up and make sure everyone's doing okay. And to show a comedy."

[short_changed]

"You got it, boss." Connie snorts as she hands off the goods before taking a seat on the other side of the sofa.

"Does the title come with any other perks? Does it come with health and dental plans and all that? Overtime pay?"

[unrecovered]

"Point." She's functional, and it's not the thin veneer of functionality covering trauma that some people have after that past pair of missions, so. Good enough for now.

"I think it's been a while since any of us have had that kind of down time." Safely, at least. He moves closer to her under the guise of rearranging the apple tray among the snacks and lowers his voice. "Though if you're interested, I have something else I could use your help with."

Connie was the one who knew how to get information. Connie was always one step ahead. If there's anyone who can track down the mole in the Legion, it's her.

[short_changed]

A quick glance over to the bait plate when Grif comes in and she's a little happy that she seems to have loaded it with enough things that Grif would like. She lifts a hand in a lazy wave from her end of the sofa.

"Hey, you got my name right."

[short_changed]

"Yeah. Almost don't know what to do with it, y'know?"

She's watching him from the corner of her eyes as he moves closer at the change in tone of his voice, keeping her hands busy with grabbing a pile of napkins to fold into boat shapes to decorate the table as she murmurs back.

"Name it."

[turntex]

Dave just watches Grif from his pile of blankets for a few moments, and then forgoes returning the greeting to turn to Connie with a sage nod.

"Well, that answers that question."

[stophamatime]

Fluffy blankets are good, fluffy friends are even better, so Ken's settling in nearby with one of each - a blanket around his shoulders and a white dog sprawled across his lap. There's something a little bit stiff about the way he sits down with that blanket, but...everyone's doing it, he keeps reminding himself. Nobody can call him out on doing something kind of childish when there are people twice or three times his age building blanket forts, can they?

And also people who have got to be at least twice his age carving apples into -

"...bunnies?"

[unrecovered]

"I've been running hand-to-hand classes for the younger Legionnaires." Said with a shrug. He's never been terribly creative, so he might as well put the skills he does have to good use.

"Not in public." He nudges her shoulder and brings his voice back up to normal volume, gesturing to the bunny apples. "So you're going to show me how to make these after the movie, right? Your place probably has a better kitchen than mine." He'll tell her in a secure location - her safehouse.

[short_changed]

"I heard about that," she says with a small smile. While she's not fond of the idea of teenagers joining the fight, especially after that last mission, she's very much for giving them the best chance they can get. "It's a good idea, Wash."

She snorts softly under her breath, giving his shoulder a nudge right back. Should be affirmation enough. "Hey, every place needs some sort of kitchen. Still not sure what to make of some of the space food that comes out of the cafeteria though."

[short_changed]

Connie glances up right as she's putting the finishing touches on the apple slice, that being sliding her knife just under the peel of the bunny's ears to get them to lift up from the fruit and give it that iconic shape.

She shrugs a shoulder an gestures to the tray of them she'd prepared ahead of time.

"I think it makes them look nice. There's more over there if you want them."

She hasn't yet noticed that the fluff in the boy's lap isn't just from a fuzzy blanket.

[turntex]

Dave fumbled catching the juice box, too distracted with settling himself into his blanket pit to be ready for things getting thrown at him, but his face lights up just briefly as he finally gets a grip on it. Justin Time really does love apple juice in the most sincere and pure way.

Stabbing the little straw through the foil bit, Dave shrugs, unconvinced. "There's gotta be a better way to trap your teammates for a feelings jam than a movie. I mean, A, there are people who will punch you for trying to talk in the middle of a movie." He's definitely gotten decked a fair number of times for opening his mouth at a key moment during one of Karkat's movies.

Actually, that's a bad train of thought right now. Abort, abort. Dave frowns faintly and fiddles with his straw, powering onward. "And B, how many people will actually admit to anything while in a group like for these things? You gotta corner 'em while they're alone like a seasoned serial killer, except instead of taking the murder route you whip out the friendspeech and assault them with your concern."

[unrecovered]

Sometimes, it's easy to make people happy. Evidently, for Dave, apple juice is the shortcut for that. Good to know. "Okay, one, it's a lot easier for a conversation to go unnoticed in a room with a lot of other conversations going on, and two, what do you think I spent most of my time after those missions doing?" Making sure people would make it through the night, for the most part.

[turntex]

"Getting patched up in medical and resting, I'd hope." Dave nudges his shades down just a little to shoot Wash a very pointed look over the top of them with very red eyes. "Don't think I didn't notice them pulling all that shit outta you while I was in there. Did you seriously fight the fuckin' clown like that?"

[turntex]

"What do I look like, a Fortune 500 company? You get all that shit through the Super Friends anyway. Save maybe overtime, I don't think overtime is really a thing in a job that is technically 24/7." Obligingly, Dave shuffles up a bit closer to the arm of the couch so he's less spread across the whole thing. She probably doesn't want his socks all up in her business. "Nah, perks are the joy of being able to call such a suave dude your bestie and maybe a shoutout in a future rap."

[unrecovered]

"I meant after that." Wash meets that pointed look with one of his own; given that he can usually make that look work from behind a reflective visor, it's got some force to it. "That's not the first shrapnel bomb I've lived through, and it probably won't be the last. My healing factor took care of the bigger wounds." And managed to heal over the smaller pieces of glass he hadn't removed in his brief bout of field triage, hence the minor surgery. "Speaking of which, how are your hands?"

[turntex]

Content with the setup of his blanket nest, Dave flops into it and holds his hands up in the air. He's still got bandages over his palms and the underside of his fingers, but it's a lot less intense of a bandaging job and he can move his hands just fine, as he demonstrates by wiggling his fingers. "'S fine. God bless advanced spacefuture medical technology. I can type again."

He settles in with a little wiggle, takes a long sip from his juice box, and glances back over to Wash with a flat expression. "So you spent the rest of that day after getting released just running around checking on everyone's emotional well-being like the sluttiest moirail possible? And yet I got no such coercive feelings jam. I'm hurt, dude."

Then again, he did pretty much disappear to go hide and sulk and eventually curl up with the samurai fam. And he's just dicking around anyway, 100%.

[short_changed]

Connie sighs dramatically, giving a half shrug as she pops a few chips in her mouth, "It'll do."

And then after a moment she quirks a brow, "Wait, really?"

[short_changed]

"Good to know you can't go wrong with chocolate and pizza," she replies with a grin.

[stophamatime]

"Um, they're cute, I guess." Said with all the hesitance of someone who doesn't want to admit that something is cute and he likes it. "I'm good, though."

Koromaru, naturally, picks that exact moment to lift his head and whine softly, and Ken glances down in momentary confusion. "What? Did you want some?"

(Or did Koromaru just want to give Ken an excuse to enjoy cute fruit while still protecting his fragile preteen-boy ego? Koromaru is pretty smart like that.)

[short_changed]

Connie sits up a little when the ball of fluff she had assumed to be a blanket moves, and a warmer smile crosses her lips as she chuckles a little at the dog's whine.

"Wow- it's so fluffy I didn't even notice. May I?"

She asks and holds up a slice of apple to offer to the dog. She won't feed him unless the boy gives her permission but- wow it's nice to see animals again.

[i_got_this]

"Hey, I was looking for ciragrettes planetside and found these, thought of you." She tosses him a package of crazy straws. "There's even one in there that looks like a dick."

She's staring at him a little, since she hasn't gotten used to how worn and old he looks, even though she understands the whole time fuck shenanigans of the place by now. It's still weird.

[whyarewehere]

"Of course I know your name."

It's not like he called her Montana a lot or anything, that would just be dumb, right?
If he pretends it didn't happen and nobody corrects him, it will become true.

"And what question?"

He squints at them in open suspicion, but even the mention of food doesn't stop him from eating some more.

[short_changed]

"Sure."

Look how convinced she is, Grif. As for the question...she shrugs and glances over at Dave.

Tracer

[zippity]

Like anyone used to having at least one voice near them at all times, Lena has is attracted to the sounds of other voices. Without Emily or Winston around to keep her company, she's finding herself getting itchy -- and lonely. So, when she passes by the door for movie night, she naturally invites herself in after briefly glancing at the title.

She's more interested in the company, after all. After the nightmare that was the Faceless, she's ready to put it behind her -- and for the most part, she already has.

Lena stops by the snack table first and drags herself over to the nearest pile of blankets and people, clearly not afraid to invite herself into the party. Without preamble, she sets the pile of snacks in the center of everyone, teeth caught around a slice of apple that she hadn't been able to resist before arriving.

"I ain't seen this one before. Have you?"

Victor

[the_real_sir_prize]

No matter what the contents of Victor's social media accounts may indicate, he and Yuuri are in fact independent human beings fully capable of functioning without being within arms' reach of each other. As such, he shows up to movie night toting his dog rather than his boyfriend. He then claims a plate of food, sampling just about everything available, and eschews the chairs and couches in favor of sprawling on the floor with a blanket stolen from one of the piles.

Makkachin flops on top of him and immediately falls asleep. Victor glances at the people around him, chewing and swallowing a bite of his pizza.

"Are these movie nights 'talking' or 'no talking'?"