Movie Night V: This Time It's Personal

[unrecovered]

Who: Wash and anyone who wants to join
What: Movie night!
Where: The same lounge movie nights have always been in.
When: Several days after Through the Looking Glass and The Spies Who Sprocked Us
Warnings/Notes: WE'RE FINALLY WATCHING SCREAM Y'ALL

For once, it's been a fairly good week. For once, nobody is dead or dying or severely traumatized. It might actually be a good time to introduce horror movies to people, and for Wash to make good on a months-old promise.

He's finally showing Scream.

The customary snack and drink tables are set up, with a bit more open space now that he's realized people are willing to contribute to them. Chairs and cushions and couches are arranged for easy viewing of the projector screen, with stacks of blankets and pillows within reach. Outside the door is a sign with the movie's title, MPAA rating, and a brief summary, along with a pair of notes added: This movie is meant to be scary, and it IS violent, along with the usual Movie night is neutral territory.

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Before the movie

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Fareeha Amari

[justice_from_above]

This is Fareeha's first Movie Night since joining the Legion, but she's not arriving empty handed; she contributes two bags of chips (chili & lemon flavored) and offers a local knockoff of Qasab (sugarcane juice).

She'll spend some time arranging the chips in a bowl and making sure the qasab is on ice, then she's arranging a plate for herself, exploring some of the other food and drink that's available.

She's had an adventure with the looking glass; perhaps still bearing evidence of light burns and bruises (thanks to the fire dragon Videl had conjured, that may have been inspiration for her bringing a hot-weather drink), but overall she's fine, in good spirits, and ready to enjoy a fun flik with people.

Re: Fareeha Amari

[muroieda]

"Pharah!"

Don't mind Junkrat. He's just gonna invite himself to drape over Pharah's shoulders, resting his chin on the crown of her head. It's not hard, considering his height.

"G'daaaayyyyy~" he purrs out, leaning his weight into her back in the process. Thankfully he's not actually that heavy, despite the height and prosthetics.

He points a lazy finger at the qasab.

"Whassat? Looks like some kinda health drink." Even with his word choice, he doesn't sound opposed to the idea.

[touchmydragon]

"Miss Amari."

Just the basic, terse greeting from Genji as he surveys what is currently available. How he planned on eating and drinking it, only Genji knew, but he certainly looked ready to give something new a try, at least.

"Would you mind if I had some of that?"

A mechanical finger unfurls and points at the qasab that she brought. Food, well, that would mostly be the various knockoffs of Japanese snacks that he brought. But drink was something he wanted to partake in.

Locus

[agnominal]

Public appearances are going to be a thing more often, now that Locus has somewhat settled back into his own skin. After the Legacy he was feeling...doubtful about his prospects here, to say the least.

But the last mission went relatively well, and he feels comfortable enough to show his face at the newest movie night, Luna tucked into the pocket of his leather jacket and riding along, looking with wide blue eyes at everyone around them.

It's a bit like a peace offering. Nothing to fear from a man willing to tote a kitten around in his pockets, surely.

[unrecovered]

Locus is coming to a movie night on his own. It's a miracle.

That's not going to stop Wash from giving him a hard time. It's what his particular circle of friends does, and for the first time in a week, he's in a good mood. So he sidles up to Locus and calmly pickpockets Luna from the leather jacket, putting her on his own shoulder instead to perch. "Oh good, you brought your entry fee."

[muroieda]

"Awwh! G'day mate!"

No, not you Locus.

The cat.

Junkrat bends over to get eye-level with pocket kitten. Without any consideration that the little thing might not appreciate her personal space being invaded by a stranger, he reaches out with his fleshy hand to rub her forehead with a finger.

"Aren't you the cutest li'l sook?"

Locus

[nofortunateson]

"Hey there." Once a guy has had his face plastered all over media, he becomes pretty recognizable, though North has to admit he wasn't expecting the kitten. "I see you're sneaking a minor into a horror movie."

Marjara Lavellan

[hallaifyouherd]

'Movie' is not a difficult thing to grasp. She's seen flashes of events past in various magical objects before. A performance captured in such a way? Seems like a very accessible way to provide entertainment to the masses. But the fact remains that she's still never seen one.

So under advisement, she makes her way to her very first movie night, dark eyes darting between the people gathering and the seats that are still left. "Excuse me. There aren't any assigned seating arrangements, are there?"

[unrecovered]

On one hand, Wash really should be compassionate to people who're new to movie nights, especially if they're people who're also relatively new to Legion World in general. On the other hand, it's been a long time since he's hazed a rookie, and if he's going to haze someone, it might as well be over something that doesn't really matter.

So he flips open his omnicom and checks it, his most serious expression on his face. "There are, but I don't see you on the reservation list, so I'm not sure we can fit you in."

[goddamngrenades]

"Nope, crash wherever. We don't have any thrones, though, just sofas and cushions and I think there might be a bean bag chair in here somewhere." Loads of fun, those. He shifts off to one side to make room, motioning for her to swing down as she liked.

Wash

[unrecovered]

For the first time in about a week, Wash is in a good mood. For the first time in a while, they've managed a mission without any major fallout, and the idea of creating fake Legionnaire Legacies has assuaged his paranoia, at least a little bit. Plus, he's finally getting a chance to show a movie he's wanted to for a while. To that end, he's got a small smile on his face while he sets up snacks and sets out blankets.

He's also put his own personal flair on this particular movie night, quietly advertising it as the inspiration for Reaper's fashion choices. He's also sent out a pair of anonymous invitations, one to Reaper with a comment about leaving the glitter at home, and one to Azucar with a note about staying for the entire movie, if she has the time.

[araignee_du_soir]

Amélie paused by Washington as she selected a pillow, holding it loosely to her chest. "What year was this movie made in?"

Unlike the last time they conversed, she was dressed casually without her visor and she almost seemed harmless. She definitely seemed out of place at movie night, but there she was. And curious about the movie.

[prettycoolguy]

"I think this is the first time anyone's watched this in centuries," says the Chief as he approaches. No hi-Wash-how-are-you, that's what eye contact is for.

He doesn't need to ask, anyway. Wash looks like he's in good spirits, and the Chief relaxes just a little more upon noticing.

Good.

[nofortunateson]

North has seen Wash around, of course. It would have been difficult not to. But the timing's always felt off, or at least that's what he's told himself, every time he catches a glimpse of the man who usually looks like he's had a good handful of hard years since North last saw him in the Project.

It's sort of unavoidable here, though, as he strolls in at the end of setup, surveying the scene with a covered baking dish propped against his hip. "Looks cozy."

Junkrat

[muroieda]

Thankfully for the Legion, someone, at some point, explained to Junkrat how a potluck works. One would think that he would simply take the opportunity to just take anything he wanted to his heart's content, given free reign of the table, but you'd be surprised.

He's of the mentality that this is essentially a community-wide barter. The more you bring, the more you have the right to take. Perhaps he brings a meager offering of his own, given he only brings a single heat-insulated bag.

But a single bag is all he needs to basically cater for the entire movie night attendance and expose them to why, along with all of the illegal things he's done back home (and here, apparently), barbecue manages to be one of the things that have brought him fame.

So welcome, Legionnares, to your introduction to Australian barbecue. He's got everything from fruit, vegetables, cheeses, full-on desserts, and for those who have really been hurting for meat? Don't worry, Junkrat's got you covered--no matter if you've been craving anything from seafood, beef, or poultry, there's a meat substitute that's been dressed up enough that'll convince anyone that he's been got the number for an actual butcher. You're welcome to dress your own burgers even further with whatever everyone else brought, too, he won't take it personally.

No pork though. Not even as a substitute. Sorry, bacon-lovers.

Junkrat watches the table piled with his stuff like a buzzard, almost as if he was making sure that no one was actually taking anything that he brought. It couldn't be further from the truth though; he wants to see those trays empty, and he's eagerly listening in for compliments the entire time.

[touchmydragon]

Genji is wary of anything made by Junkrat as his reputation does travel far. But he also doubts that even Junkrat would be bold enough to somehow create explosive food and feed everyone. So rather than insult, he at least is ready to attempt to try something, even the fake meat.

"This is your contribution, Mr. Fawkes?"

The ninja knew who brought it but he was being polite while he took a little bit, mostly vegetables and a small bit of the meat substitute barbeque.

York & Delta

[goddamngrenades]

Tonight they're collectively in 'cozy hobo mode' as someone (can't remember who) called it forever ago. Not too sleepless, not too hungry, York wrapped up in an overly large hoodie he 'borrowed' from Locus over a bright red shirt with gold lettering: Legion-Certified STD Free, a rolled up and belted pair of jeans he also 'borrowed' from North, stubble on his jaw- and after all his time here? He hasn't bothered with a haircut and is far past regulation short. Shaggy.

Probably should do something about that but, eh. Delta's little robotic body (now with helmet and a lighter humanoid frame from the neck down wearing a green suit) riding on his shoulder as they pick out snacks based on nutrition and flavor profile. D has opinions, York's feeling indulgent. It doesn't take long for him to find a middle seat on a sofa and settle, welcoming company with a lazy salute and a smile.

Widowmaker

[araignee_du_soir]

Make friends with all the children Sombra had told Amélie as something she needed to do, to play nice with the Legion until they no longer needed them. As annoying and irritating as the prospect was, in an attempt to fulfill her instructions she decided to attend movie night.

Amélie almost came empty-handed, being fairly out of touch with such social gathering customs, but she caught wind early enough to not be rude or embarrass herself. The box of pastries weren't macarons but they passed well enough to not offend her sensibilities. She set them on the table before taking a bottle of water to sip from (with a straw). Upon claiming a pillow and a corner of a couch, Amélie tucked her long legs underneath her.

She wasn't sure how to go about 'making friends', so she prepared herself to simply watch the movie and talk to whomever sat near her. Her eyes did flicker from time to time over to where Fareeha was at, but in honoring the neutral territory rule of movie night, did not make her presence more noticeable than was necessary. She was even in casual clothing without her signature visor.

Amélie was trying.

Miku Hinasaki

[ghost_bait]

The last few times, Miku had declined to join. She was either on monitor duty, or a mission, or just - as it had been previously - shy. Not to say she wasn't still shy, but at least people didn't send her scattering for the nearest small, confined space.

She still feels a little guilty for using her shield as a weapon during the Silent Horizon mission, though... Miku brings with her a stacked plate of custard-filled melonpan as both an apology for accidentally running any one of her teammates over on the Silent Horizon, and for shaking other teammates like a snowglobe while they were trying to fight that weird queen woman... and, of course, as light little snack to compete with the other, more westerinzed options.

"Is it... alright that I made these?"

America Beeny

[thedreamisdead]

An omnicomm message specifically inviting her to the movie night. Either they were desperate for food or this was a trap. The smart thing would be just to not go, but it's rare for a teammate, especially of that crowd to reach out for her. It would be... impolitic to turn it down.

So, despite her reservations, America arrives. Still in uniform. She doesn't have any clothes that aren't the uniform. Or exercise gear. Or that swimsuit.

It doesn't take her long to hit what she figures Wash wanted her for. Seems like someone already got started with... What apparently seemed to be very clever markups of meat? Good enough to fool the unacquainted eye. Probably even good enough to fool the trained eye. It's only the fact that she knows that meat's impossible to get that she doesn't assume that Junkrat's pile means someone found a supply.

Still. It it looks and smells that real, it's probably tasty enough. Even so, it's not hard to notice there's a few missing items. Specifically, no pork. Something religious, maybe? She glances to the side, at a section further away from the piles of food, and narrows her eyes. Like a terrible 60's jump cut, a line of fried chicken parts separates her food from Junkrat's. Then a double-line. Spicy and mild. She keeps it up, lining them in neat rows now that the double-line of chicken keeps the pork from contaminating the other BBQ. Hot dogs. Ribs, dry rub. Ribs with BBQ sauce. No need for chicken and burgers, that's been taken care of, but she squints behind her helmet and there's a long moment before she hisses and steps back to rub at her eye.

But there's a plate of bacon, at least. Crisp, crunchy bacon. All ready for the burgers.

Now if only it didn't feel like she popped a vein in her eye whenever she concentrated on a single ingredient like that. Still rubbing at her eye, she claims a near a wall. She'll grab food later, when everyone else has had their share.

Reaper

[fantasmaniac]

The only reason Reaper decides to make this a repeat visit is because Widowmaker had made her way here. He didn't make it obvious that he was tailing her, but he wouldn't be surprised in the least if she already knew someone was behind her. Hell, maybe she even knew it was him.

He sticks to his decision of being as elusive as possible, sinking low to the ground in a black mist as he seeps in through the crack of the door, making his way to the usual spot in the back. The food is largely ignored, aside from wondering why there's so much of it. Unlike the last movie night, he wasn't here to try and attract attention away from Sombra. This time, something compelled him to do it just because he could. A bit of amusement in watching Widowmaker attempt to mingle and be friendly with actual living creatures that aren't Sombra and himself. Even then, calling their repertoire 'friendly' is pushing it.

There's really no way he can wear civvies while in his state. It would look absolutely silly, and he found that it undoubtedly encouraged people to approach him. But at least he's wearing all black again instead of retina-searing neon blue. He left the ammunition, their straps, and guns at the bunker, along with the spiked gauntlets that decorated his arms. Instead, thin strips of cloth are wrapped around his fingers and forearm like fighter's tape. Much of his focus is on Widowmaker and her interactions, but he's not here to keep an eye on her, per se. She just happens to be the only person in this room he does more than just tolerates.

Sombra and Lena (tag one or both!)

[zippity]

In unusual form, Lena arrives looking distracted past the quoted arrival time, but before the movie. It quickly becomes apparent why: entwined around her right arm is a very pleased looking Azúcar. Each of them carries a half-empty bag of pear drops in their opposite hands, one to share and one to keep for themselves.

Lena takes a pause to glance around the room, clearly looking for someone specific, before Azúcar tugs to demand her attention again -- attention easily (if not a bit sheepishly) given. She leans in to say something privately before returning her eyes to the room.

They both find a pile of pillows to claim as their own, enough to kick back comfortably without encroaching on anyone else's space -- but with maybe two or three more pillows than absolutely necessary. The bag of pear drops sits between them, Sombra resting in Azúcar's blue plugsuit minus all of her uniform trappings and Lena still mostly in uniform -- tiny little hat and all. She can be seen removing her gauntlets at the very least before the movie starts.

Both of them look approachable enough, in spite of their occasional conspiratorial glances and giggles (one distinctly more sinister than the other) at other patrons around the room. But they also separate from time to time to greet others, as well as refill their snack supply.

North

[nofortunateson]

After Freelancer, the Legion is definitely an improvement. North would never dream of arguing that point. But there's a definite lack of structure that sits off-balance and clumsy on his shoulders, a sort of free-form carelessness that he's used to stealing in brief bright bursts and snatches, but never for any sustained length of time. Not since he was a teenager, anyway. Maybe not even since then.

Not that he thinks of it that way. The extra nerves always get silently chalked up to Theta, hanging at the back of the room when he's not actively mingling just a habit. South isn't around (usually isn't, and even if she comes from a time before things went truly sideways he can only do so much to ignore the niggling sense of you know damn well why), but that just means one less person to give him nonsense about the tray of brownies and the superlative normalcy of him in jeans and a hoodie. Theta's mostly in hiding, though he flickers into view here and there with familiar faces, a little form in magenta and blue armor.

After the movie

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