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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[turntex]

"Awesome," Dave says with a nod, as if either completely oblivious to or completely ignoring the obvious answer there. "Grab me some snacks? I just got comfy, I am entrenched in this pit of blankets like its World War 1 and these snuggleplanes are the only thing protecting me from the enemy artillery."

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief shakes his head. "It's fine."

Upon closer inspection, he is just one very large person. He shuffles things around a little in an effort to make sure there's space without it being awkward. His arm is as scarred as his face, a plasma burn in particular running down from his elbow.

"Have you seen this?" he asks. He's still trying to work out the point of it. He trusts that there's a method to Wash's madness, but...

[isthisapidge]

"You could take the blankets with you?" Pidge offers. "You could get your own snacks and save the rest of us from any gas attacks in those trenches."

"Besides, how can you trust me not to come back with pineapple pizza?"

[short_changed]

"Thanks," Connie offers him a grin, waiting until he's resettled himself before she takes a seat by her end of the sofa, legs curled up to lean against the arm wrest as she drapes her own blanket across her lap. Chief's not the first really really big guy she's come across, and though the scars catch her eye she doesn't stare.

Glancing up once she's settled she shakes her head, saying "A long time ago, I barely remember it but it's a good one. Have you?"

[whyarewehere]

Dave does look pretty cozy, it's true. So, Grif's attention shifts to Connie.

"...I'm just gonna take this as a thanks. You know. For Lenny's head."

As much as he tries to be nonchalant about it, he's pretty proud of having been part of saving over fifty sad robots. Grif tries to avoid getting his expectations up, but it's nice when things actually work out.

[turntex]

"But I will never achieve this level of cozy again. This is a frail perfection that would be irreparably shattered if I were to get up, a transient happiness that, once lost, will never be found again."

Also, he just doesn't wanna get up.

Tipping his head back to give Pidge the most pitiful look possible, he adds, "I can take the risk of fruit pizza if it means preserving this delicate setup."

[unrecovered]

He honestly can't tell if Dave's hurt or just being arch; he can't find signs of the former, so he's going to assume the latter and not press too hard. "Basic rules of triage," he says simply. "You help the people who're hurt the worst before anyone else. Given what happened on the other mission..." He trails off and waves a hand. Dave gets the point.

[unrecovered]

This is...a little unexpected, honestly, and more than a little worrying, if Yuuri's boyfriend is looking for him with an expression like that. "Um, sure. Is everything okay?"

[unrecovered]

Wash is packing up what's left of the food and plates and generally tidying up the space after what's starting to become a typical movie night. Clue might not have been the best comedy to start with, but Wash will fully admit that his movie choices are selfish sometimes. Plus, it wasn't a repeat of the Lion King incident, so as far as he's concerned, it was a success.

"Thanks. I'm kind of wondering how many people will be quoting it from here on out."

[short_changed]

"Probably a handful of people, it's got some pretty good lines," she chuckles and starts setting the folded blankets aside in a neat pile. Wonder how many blankets in total Wash has managed to find in the last few days...

"What other movies do you have on the list for these nights? Have I missed any good ones?"

[i_got_this]

"If I wanted it, I would have taken it."

She grabs a chair and whips it around so she can straddle it and continue to stare at him. "Just thought you'd appreciate sucking dick." And there you have it.

"And grey hair on some guys make them look distinguished but damn you look old."

[unrecovered]

"I'm expecting a lot of 'flames on the side of my face.'" He makes the appropriate gestures. It's near the end, and it's a pretty great line, so it'll probably be what sticks in people's minds.

"Alien and Aliens, The Lion King, Die Hard, and this one so far." Only one was an unmitigated disaster, which is a pretty good success rate in Wash's book. "I keep wanting to show Scream, but it's never the right time."

[short_changed]

Connie snickers at his miming, nodding along to his movie picks so far.

"Ahh. Yeah that one's probably going to have to wait a bit. Maybe you could do a themed night, so people know what they're coming in for?"

[prettycoolguy]

"No," says the Chief. He looks back at the screen, brow furrowed. "Wash keeps threatening to show us a horror movie, but looks like he's still holding off on that. Too soon, maybe."

Maybe he'll just ask Wash to show Scream to him one of these days, he's sort of curious by now. (And reasonably confident there's been no horror movie made that could shake him.)

"That or it didn't make it to this century."

The other possibility.

[i_got_this]

"Well, we're all assholes." She starts ticking off her fingers, "Wash is a doofy asshole, York is a chill asshole, Connie's a sweet asshole, I'm the badass asshole, you get the picture. Project Freelancer Assholes."

She settles into her blanket and actually watches the movie for a bit without comment, then glances back at her hapless couch mate. "So what about you, what kind of assholes do you know?"

[short_changed]

"Hm... that depends on the horror movie. A cheesey horror movie wouldn't be too bad but- yeah, psychological horror or anything too gorey might be too soon."

There's also the trouble that most horror movies weren't appropriate for some of the younger Legionnaires. Not that she's usually a stickler for that sort of things but after SH? The less traumatizing things they have to see right now the better.

"If this one's made it I'll bet the other one did too. Wash is good at finding things."

[bachido]

"It's - think of it this way," Kubo was explaining, as he lead Beetle to the movie lounge. "A while ago some people put on a play, and someone else used a machine to record them performing the play. So now that performance exists forever, like it was written down, and people can watch it any time."

Kubo hadn't been this excited since he was showing his mother around the ship for the first time, and even now, his excitement was compounded by the fact that she was there too. Both of his parents were alive, and this time, the overbearing evil threatening to kill them was too distant a horror to worry about day to day. He'd never had so much to be happy about at one time.

"But first I want you to meet my friends! Some of them will be here," he said, tugging his father into the room.

[short_changed]

In reply Connie lifts her drink (also an apple juice box) in a lazy salute and gives Grif a grin.


"Couldn't have done it without you."

After all of the fuckery in the Silent Horizon? That game of hot-potato-death was surprisingly the best part about it. Other than getting the hell out of the place.

[turntex]

"Yeah, I get it. Horrific nightmarescape outweighs beating up a clown."

Because beating up a clown is totally the worst that happened back there. They definitely don't need to get into what came after that. Dave shrugs, the picture of flippancy, and sips at his juice.

"So," he adds after a moment. "Is everyone okay?"

[isthisapidge]

"And arguing with me isn't already doing enough to shatter it?"

She feels like seeing how far she can push this. "I mean, I think happiness fields are mobile. Besides besides, what do you plan to do if you want more snacks later? Bug me again?"

[turntex]

"Okay, first of all, this isn't arguing. This is persuading. And second, nah, speaking is a free action and has no effect on my level of cozy. Hell, it is an improvment if anything. I find the sound of my own voice very soothing."

(That's honestly a pretty sad fact at the core of it -- a kid who is so used to filling the tense silences of his home growing up by talking out loud to himself -- but it will doubtlessly sound like he's just a self-absorbed asshole. Oh well.)

"i can bug whoever happens to be standing and going in that general direction," Dave adds, matter-of-factly. "Right now, that just happens to be you."

[zippity]

"Ain't ever seen a mystery movie that was much of a mystery, to be honest," Lena offers in return, happy to share her space with a stranger. That was sort of the point, wasn't it?

She takes whatever pillow she can find that isn't in use and spends a few moments standing them up so she can lean back into them like a chair. "But I love me a good comedy!"

reaps

[fantasmaniac]

Reaper had to come up with some crazy excuse to justify his reasons for being here. Or some stupid reason that people can't debunk because they don't know him well enough, like Clue is his favorite fucking movie of all time or something. Not that he expects anyone to believe that for a hot second. He at least knows of the movie, even if it was way before his time. With a soft snort at the Neutral Territory note, he pushes the door open.

He doesn't have any issues with how people will react when he enters the room. Like an unwanted cowboy walking through the swinging doors of a saloon, he only pauses for the briefest moment before turning towards the very back of the room. Armed with nothing but his new outfit and mask (no ammunition strapped to his chest or belt, no gun in his hand), he presents himself as non-threatening as possible. Just intimidating enough that people won't approach him too easily, but not so intimidating that they'll run to someone else for conversation. Trying to keep the focus off of Sombra while she does her digging is his objective.

Speaking of which, the only thing he's really keeping a look out for right now is her. He'd purposely avoided setting any kind of time, since they're not really supposed to be affiliated in any way aside from Legionnaires.

[unrecovered]

And there's the other shoe, dropping as expected. "You ruined it," he says evenly. "The nicest thing you've ever done for me, and you ruined it." Look how surprised he is not.

[unrecovered]

"That's why I started putting a sign up. Turns out The Lion King is really traumatic to about half the people here, so now everyone gets a warning."