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.

Comments

[prettycoolguy]

"I've met New York and Washington. Can't speak for the rest of you," the Chief says. And, well. She's kind of right. He's seen both Wash and York in not-exactly-their-best-lights before. But they're not people he's written off by a long shot.

He also knows that it was a traumatic or lethal experience for all of its agents, but he doesn't feel like it's his place to touch that with someone he met two seconds ago.

[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?"

[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.