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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[fantasmaniac]

"And Scream," Reaper suddenly starts, keeping the conversation flowing at a surprisingly smooth pace, "just happens to be on that list."

He turns his head slowly to glance at him. Probably glaring, yeah. Even the mask can't hide that mean aura boiling up from within the dark hood.

"Or are you only tryin' to mess with me?"

[unrecovered]

As far as Wash is concerned, Reaper has never really been scary. A threat, certainly, but not nearly as intimidating as he tries to be.

So when he (presumably) glares, Wash just smirks. "I've been promising to show Scream for months - ever since you jumped me, actually." He'd be very surprised if Reaper had missed the cracks in the movie night announcement about Scream being the inspiration for Reaper's fashion choices. "So yes, I do like the movie, and also yes, I am absolutely fucking with you. Turns out I can multitask." They may as well be talking about the weather for how lightly he delivers that line.

[fantasmaniac]

That's the problem with dealing with grizzled experienced army dudes, they're not intimidated by other grizzled experience army dudes unless there's a very good reason. Unfortunately, it seems being an infamous terrorist back on a planet that Wash isn't even from isn't one of those factors. That's fine, Reaper isn't really looking to intimidate this guy anymore at least. Just trying to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't just go around spilling the beans.

"Hmn," is the only sound he offers at that, a grumpy sound of a real party pooper. "Used to think the movie was too campy."

Despite his tight folded arms and grumbling voice, the air of nonchalance and casual conversation is thrown right back at him, like it's all just rolling off his back. At this point, his utter dislike for Wash is being ignored for the sake of Not Creating a Scene. He also does enjoy horror movies, to nobody's surprise.

[unrecovered]

"And here I thought that you found it inspiring," Wash says, smirk still very much in place, "given that you copied its look." As long as Wash still finds the Ghostface joke funny, he has zero qualms about running it into the ground.

[fantasmaniac]

The logic behind that fails to amuse Reaper, even if he can understand it. That doesn't mean he agrees with it, though. In his opinion, his mask looks nothing like Ghostface!

"Then everyone with a skull mask is a copycat, right."

He taps a claw against the slight protruding beak of his mask.

"The movie left very little impression on me."