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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Dave snorts his skepticism, busying himself with arranging his own supplies for maximum comfort. A pillow against each the back and the arm of the couch, one blanket swirled to provide extra cushioning for the seat. Coziness is an art form, Wash.

"Half this squad will ditch the moment the movie is over and you know it," he says, shrugging. "The promise of mindless entertainment and snacks are all that draw them to these group activities, and once those are gone they'll go right back to being lone wolves. Nah, you gotta set it up beforehand so they've got no choice but to accept their fate and crawl in if they wanna see the film."

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."

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."

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.

"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?"

"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?"

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%.

Edited 2017-02-04 01:56 (UTC)

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.

"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?"

"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."

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.

Wash just rolls his eyes. "It's a movie about a bunch of high-strung idiots running around and Tim Curry talking as fast as he can. I'm pretty sure you know that."

Movie Night IV: Movie Harder

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