legionworld | Movie Night IV: Movie Harder

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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"But it's a classic!" Connie snorts and steps up to the table set down the tray of sliced fruit she'd brought. Okay- sliced apples. She got bored, okay?.

"I've heard of the Chief but I haven't met them yet. Good friend?"

Must be for Wash to start the movie nights for him.

"He was basically homeschooled," is the best Wash can come up with, because holy shit there is very little he can give in way of honest explanation regarding Chief's past. "He hasn't seen a lot of older movies. And yeah, he's a pretty good guy. There's no one else I'd rather have at my back in a firefight." Partially because he's the fucking Master Chief, and partially because yeah, he's a great friend.

Wash blinks at the tray. "You made bunny apples."

That's pretty vague but Connie trusts Wash's judgement. "Huh. Well if he's that good then maybe homeschooled is the way to go."

She glances down at the tray and then steadily back up at Wash, expression carefully blank. Maybe she over did it.

"Got bored."

Wash raises an eyebrow at her. "Needed to distract yourself from something 'got bored' or got bored 'got bored?'" Given that they're only a few days removed from horrifically traumatic missions, it's a legitimate question.

"Both? I mean, it's good to keep busy, right?"

And by all accounts, Connie came away from that mission just fine compared to some of the others- and they all came back alive. She's got no room to whine.

"It's been nice, y'know. Making things, for once. Been a while since I last could."

"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.

"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."

"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.

"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."

"Yeah? Which one of them was complaining?" Said with a bit of a smirk. He knows his students, for the most part, want to be there; he also knows they're not above complaining about particularly tough sessions. He doesn't know how to respond to the compliment, so he just blinks and- doesn't. It's not a good habit, but it's his fallback sometimes.

The nudge is definitely affirmation enough. Good. They'll talk for real later. For now, he smirks a bit. "Would you believe they don't have starfruit? Evidently that's slang for some kind of drugs that're laced with cosmic dust and fatal to humans. The mess staff thought I was crazy when I asked for some."

"Not complaining, more like justifying his experience and capabilities. Said he was with you during some more car trouble," that last part is said with a grin. Because really, what's with Wash and cars?

Sticking a couple of the folded napkins around the snack table she raises an eyebrow, snorting under her breath, "Well- I mean it's not the worst name for a space drug."

A smile curls her lips as she glances over at Wash with an inviting tip of her head, "Five better names for space drugs. Go."

Movie Night IV: Movie Harder

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