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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[vata]

"Hmm?" Distracted, Sombra has to peel her attention away from Reaper's brilliant silhouette across the room, fully surrounded by the rest of the attendees; despite the fact that they'd left at the same time, Sombra intentionally wandered in late just to spectate the miserable aftershocks of coaxing him into doing this. "No. Haven't even heard of half the movies they watch here."

Snacking on popcorn from a little bowl, she lets it snap between her teeth. "But I never watched that many to begin with, anyway."

[unrecovered]

"No." There's really no reason to sugarcoat it. "Some people got through it alright, some are coping better than others, and some are really going to need their session with Dr. Ryk'rr." If Dave wants more details than that, he'll have to go digging for them himself.

"Which is why the point of tonight is relaxation and not teamwork exercises."

[unrecovered]

"Thanks." People who bring snacks for everyone are something of a rarity in Wash's life, and he knows to appreciate them. "And yeah, I tend not to show movies I haven't already seen." That way lies ruin.

[turntex]

Shit. Hopefully none of the little handful of people Dave really cares about were in that latter seriously traumatized group. He should maybe poke around more thoroughly, he only really asked Kubo and his mom, but he's not exactly known for being tactful and soothing.

Case in point:

"Yeah, sure," Dave says, nodding sagely. "Relaxing and recovering from a mission of pure horror with a movie about a string of murders. I can't imagine anything more comforting."

He's just fucking around now. Anyone upset by Clue, no matter how acute or recent their trauma, should be seeking more intense treatment than a chill night with their teammates anyway. But hell, giving Wash shit for his movie choices might just become a running thing.

Ooh, scary!

[zippity]

Perhaps unsurprisingly, there is at least one person in the room who isn't prepared to see Reaper. She's in the middle of taking a sip of soda before she instantly starts choking when she double takes to get a better look at him. After all, thanks to their near miss at the museum, there was little chance of her forgetting that mask. Lena stands almost immediately, momentarily forgetting about he neutral territory sign in order to zip over with plans of blocking his path to the rest of the pile.

No amount of fun was going to distract her, not after she'd seen Widowmaker take out Mondatta and not after she'd seen what Reaper had done to Gibraltar. There was nothing to suggest that Reaper of all people would honor a sign -- she only knew a few things about him after all, and all of them had to do with murder.

"What exactly do you think you're on about?"

[zippity]

She hadn't been able to properly greet Sombra when she had arrived, too distracted by the presence that was Reaper for entirely different reasons than her friend was-- apparently. Lena spots her distraction, following her eyes to Reaper's silhouette. While she had managed to play it cool and cocky in front of him, she can't manage to hide the bristle that runs down her spine when she connects the dots.

"Don't waste your time with that one," she mumbles, clearly at odds with her own displeasure. Rather than bother trying to explain, she asks a more probing question. "You're not serious, are you?"

[vata]

"What?" Is the entirely innocuous response Lena gets for her judgment, attention drifting back and forth between the two, as though she has absolutely no idea what's causing her so much distress. "He has good fashion sense."

[prettycoolguy]

The hesitation to show Scream is another part of why the Chief wants to know. Is it really that bad? It's become an equal motive with wanting to get the jokes about Reaper.

Then she remarks on Wash's apparent talent for finding things.

"You know him?"

It's not surprising, he's a more social person than the Chief is and is on casual terms with a lot more Legionnaires. But it's worth asking.

[prettycoolguy]

That's... okay that's accurate, in a weird way. He's not sure he'd go with "doofy" over "high strung" for Wash, but it's not like he hasn't seen that in the guy at all.

"Mostly classified ones," he answers. He appreciates the kind of camaraderie South seems to have with the other Agents. It's not far off from what he had with the other Spartans, but that's too sacred for him to drag out here for someone who doesn't know who they are and has no reason to ever learn.

"And the Arbiter," he adds, after a moment's consideration. They weren't exactly friends, but the Arbiter called him Demon and they fought their way out of a Flood hive together once. This feels appropriate.

[short_changed]

Connie glances up at the question, a brow lifted curiously as she gives a small nod.

"Do you?"

She knows a few folks that York has pointed out as friends and people she can trust but doesn't quite have that same list from Wash yet.

[jonesiseverywhere]

Casey's laugh is pretty distinctive -and shrill and also loud- so Reaper will probably here it before it he sees the source.

"What, gotta part time job as a neon beer sign or somethin'? Thought you were supposed to be all about 'respectin' death,' yo."

Not to mention the fact that he seems to have totally missed the point of a movie night, in that they tend to involve darkness. But that can wait until Reaper has digested his first round of burns, which he delivers with all the glee of someone who loves to push buttons. Especially with the fact that he can't be retaliated against.

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief nods.

"Like to think so."

He will casually not mention that they are now war crimes buddies who may have also technically cuddled once. Nobody needs to know any of that.

[short_changed]

Good to know. A small smile quickly crosses her lips as she tilts her head towards Chief by way of neutral greeting. Her hands are full and he's all tucked up under a blanket so no handshakes here.

"I'm Connie. Haven't been here all that long so I'm still figuring out who's who."

[fantasmaniac]

We can probably just say the entire room isn't prepared. He can't blame them— nobody can. He also definitely can't blame Lena of all people, Overwatch's poster girl. At least on his part, he keeps all suspicious reactions and desire to retaliate simmered down.

He stiffens slightly at the blockade, forcing his shoulders to relax as he cants his head curiously at her, like he's got no fucking idea what she's on about.

"I'm here for Clue."

Folds his arms across his chest. Completely dead-pan serious. Get a grip, girl.

[fantasmaniac]

Oh, he definitely hears the laugh. After a moment, he remembers the name and face behind it all, too. The kid's got some gall getting sassy like that, but Reaper can't fault him. This entire movie night will be a real trial of patience for him, if he thinks about it. Another stupid annoyance he has to approach like a mission or a challenge, just to get through it without hurting someone.

He places himself behind Casey, arms folded. If the movie is casting enough of its glow, his own outfit shouldn't disrupt anyone, especially from back here. It might still catch a few eyes, though. Maybe he'll have to bring out the black smoke to blanket the glow. There's no actual off-switch for this thing, anyway.

"Says who?"

Respecting death... well, the only dead he respects is himself. Everyone else can fuck right off. When it comes to interacting with Casey, he's at least pretty confident that it won't get hostile in the slightest. He just likes to jab, and Reaper can jab back if that's what's needed to keep the facade going.

[i_got_this]

"Ffft, not my fault you're such an easy target. So, what upset you more; hair or sucking dick?" She grabs a wayward pretzel rod and bites into it while she waits for an answer.

[zippity]

"Pleasure, love," is her cheery response, crossing her legs as she leans back into the pile of pillows she's made for herself.

"No? But if the movie's no good, then everyone gets to laugh together," Lena points out cheerfully, as if the word "suffer" wasn't in her vocabulary to begin with. She pauses just to take a few apple slices for herself.

[prettycoolguy]

"Master Chief," he replies, with a returned head tilt gesture. No full rank, no Spartan number, he's a Legionnaire here. They're meaningless to most people on this station.

He doesn't have any reason to think Connie might be from a world that knows who he is.

[zippity]

Lena immediately looks taken aback -- she had thought Azucar was familiar with their world. Surely Reaper hadn't been so far off the radar. But, then again, trying to convince the bobbies that Widowmaker was at large had been hard enough, and she was actively attacking them. So, instead of berating her, she simply sighs.

"He's a murderer and a thief is what he is," Lena grumbles, clearly agitated by his presence even though she's resigned to leaving him be. "Been hunting me and me mates for years. He shouldn't be here."

[stophamatime]

"Sure. I mean, if he wants some, it's not like I can stop him." It probably sounds odd to some of the others, the way Ken talks about Koromaru more like an equal than a pet, but he figures anyone who spends more than a few minutes around them ought to be able to notice that Koromaru's smarter than the average dog.

There's a bark of agreement from Koromaru before he leans in for that apple slice.

[the_real_sir_prize]

Victor leads Wash over to a corner for a degree of privacy, gently nudging Makkachin away from the food table with his knee.

"I'm not sure I'd say things are 'okay' after what happened, but they could be worse," he says quietly. "A lot worse."

And then he darts in close and throws his arms around Wash, locking him in a tight hug.

"Thank you for looking after him."

[vata]

"But he's a hero, Lena." She's gentle when she says it— channeling the full depths of her ability to look about as well-intentioned as a Disney heroine, fingers curling in feigned concern. "He's been here even longer than I have."

A beat, and then: "Maybe you've got the wrong guy."

[zippity]

Lena blinks owlishly, shocked at Reaper's complete non-reaction. For a moment, she seems stunned into silence, but -- well, she knows better. Whatever he's playing at, she isn't buying.

"Oh right, and I'm the Queen of England," Lena fires back, not even attempting to buy into his calm act. She's seen far too much of what he reaps (ha) to think that this could have any sort of positive outcome. "Don't even try playin' stupid. You think I'm 'bout to buy for even a second that you've changed a wink?"

Her frown is stern. Its the face of true terror.

[zippity]

"Stop it," Lena snaps, chest puffing up with obvious frustration and disappointment. She hadn't even thought that anyone wouldn't believe her. To be in the Legion, he had to have agreed to help them, but she wasn't born yesterday. He's there for a reason that has nothing to do with helping people -- unless "himself" or "Talon" falls under that umbrella. Regardless of Azucar's apparent ignorance, she can't stand the idea that someone would think positively of a Talon agent.

"I don't know the sort of people you're used to, but I ain't a liar. I saw what he did to Gibraltar, and I was there when he tried to rob the museum. He's dangerous."

[vata]

"Okay, okay— " Immediately apologetic, Sombra lifts her hands in surrender as soon as Lena's intensity turns up to eleven, stepping backwards as if to diffuse the situation somehow. "Lo siento mucho, mija - you obviously know him better than I do."

And is so sore as to be raw when it comes to the subject of him.