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Movie Night V: This Time It's Personal

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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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.

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.

'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?"

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."

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."

Immediately Locus turns, his eyes narrowing. "That's rude," he informs him bluntly.

Luna, meanwhile, doesn't seem to mind so much. Locus is still within seeing, and Wash has been by enough times that he is familiar to her. So she perches there and uses him as a vantage point to look over the rest of the party.

She doesn't appear to get the joke. Her faces hardens, into more of a 'are you freaking kidding me' look than any other. "I see."

After all, her previous status and titles don't mean much here. She's just an elf, like any other. Not that Wash can know the racial politics of her world at a glance, but this? Is not terribly unexpected.

"Yeah, probably," Wash says, completely unbothered by Locus' tone. "But kittens like high places, so she's probably happier up here than in your pocket. Isn't that right," he says to Luna, reaching up to scratch under her chin.

Oh. That is not a good look. That is the look of someone who's put up with this shit before and is none too fond of it. That is a look that lets Wash know unequivocally that he has Fucked Up.

So he drops the serious look and shoves his omnicom back in his pocket. Opens his mouth. Closes it again. Fuck. This is going to go poorly no matter what he says, isn't it. "Look," he starts, "I was trying to mess with you, and either that was the wrong way to do it or you're the wrong person to do it to. Either way, seating is open and so are the snacks."

Oh, look at him backpedal. She could almost feel sorry for him, and the corner of her mouth crooks in a wry smile.

"I don't know, it seems to have worked, doesn't it?" But he obviously didn't mean it, and she only really holds a grudge when people mean to be spiteful little shits. Accidents don't count.

"I'm Marjara, by the way."

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.

"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?"

"In all the wrong ways. Usually, that kind of prank either gets people who believe you or people who know you're full of shit and don't want to call you out on it. You, on the other hand, looked like you've dealt with that day in and day out and were tired of it, and that's when it stops being a prank and starts being a dick move. So." He shrugs. Not that explaining himself will help, but at least it's out there.

And she doesn't seem mad, so hopefully backing off was a step in the right direction. "I'm Wash. Welcome to movie night."

"Thank you."

He's contrite enough to be genuine. A poor choice in a first jest, but she's not going to hold it against him. Instead, she looks around. "I've never actually seen a 'movie' before, but I had them explained to me. The last performance I saw was an Orlesian opera."

There's a faint wince.

"I'm hoping this is a little...less."

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.

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"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.

Fareeha is no slouch herself, but at 5'9" she definitely falls under 'armrest category' for Junkrat. She pauses in her food endeavors and very subtly tips her head a fraction looking up as if she'd be able to get a glimpse of him. She doesn't, however, attempt to shove him off. She's still plenty aware of his previous track record, but here he's given her no reason to distrust him.

Instead after a moment to indulge him she goes right back to loading her plate, proof that his weight is no concern to someone used to the training and rigors of full-plated armor that she is.

"It is a sugarcane drink from Egypt. At least, it's the closest I could come here. I haven't tried it yet so I can't tell you how accurate it is." She twists slightly to the side, again trying to get sight of him without shoving him off. "Do you want me to pour you a cup?"

"That does not sound like a health drink." Junkrat's voice is low, but amused. Since she's not trying to get rid of him, he stays glued to his perch.

"Wouldn't that just make it sugar water? Sure mate, I'll try it."

He'll help her serve him by staying exactly where he is.

She doesn't answer him, instead setting her plate down and reaching for a cup. She figures a better answer would be to just let him try it and make up his own mind, so she fills the cup about halfway and then holds it up to him, carefully.

It's almost like having an oversized, overeager parrot on her shoulder.

"There, let me know what you think."

He's about as chatty as a parrot, too.

Junkrat takes the cup and takes a tentative sip--the reaction is immediate. He manages to get it down, but not without violently shuddering against her in the process as he shakes his head in a mild gag reflex. His hand is pretty stable, so Fareeha is safe from having any spilt on her.

"Mnngh!"

So he's not a lorikeet, at least.

"Feel like I'm gonna hit a diabetic coma just tastin' it. This supposed'ta be refreshing?"

Edited (sounds better) 2017-04-19 10:21 (UTC)

Luna tips her head and purrs, unaware of her position in the 'argument'. Locus, meanwhile, simply grunts and glares mildly at Washington.

Vestiges of the old, all over the place. He could almost get comfortable.

"Kittens also like warm, enclosed spaces. She has a notable habit of crawling under the sheets," he adds, after a moment.

Luckily, Luna seems an even-tempered little thing. She tips her head curiously at Junkrat before gently extending a paw to wrap around his finger, bringing it in for gentle nibbling.

Locus observes like any watchful parent, but says nothing. He hasn't been addressed yet, so clearly he's not a part of the conversation.

"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.

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