Movie Night VI: Direct to DVD

[unrecovered]

Who| Wash and anyone who wants to join
What| Movie night!
Where| The same lounge it's always in
When| After Time Ripples, Mind Slayer, and Wash Dies At The End
Warnings/Notes| Yet another classic!

It's been an odd few weeks, to say the least. Wash barely waits to be out of the hospital before he heads to the lounge to set up a movie night. He's had a request for a classic, and he'd managed to get in an order for the film before everything had gone batshit insane, so it's already arrived and he's just about ready to go.

The usual snacks and drinks are set up, along with a few mugs and goblets that are a little closer to theme. There's also the usual sofas and couches, draped with blankets and with bean bag chairs strewn around around the room. The usual sign hangs outside the door, with the movie's MPAA rating and a brief summary of the movie's plot, along with the usual note: Movie night is neutral territory.

The movie tonight, of course, is The Princess Bride.

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Before the Movie

[unrecovered]

Fareeha

[justice_from_above]

The last time she'd arrived at movie night, she'd entertained Junkrat as something of an oddity that needed a guiding hand. But now she knows it's definitely more give and take, and far more serious. It is literally date night for the two.

It's not the only reason she's here though; a chance to reconnect with people and relax and generally be social. People can either catch her with her husband, or she'll possibly beak away in order to talk to people herself. She loads up her plate with snacks, pours herself a drink, and mingles with others before cuddling with Junkrat on a big cushy armchair.

[muroieda]

"Fee~ee~ee...♬"

When he first arrives, he comes up from behind her regardless of what she might be doing or who she's talking to, in order to wrap his arms around her waist plant a kiss on her neck.

[justice_from_above]

She leans back into the contact, laying on hand over his as the other holds her snacks plate. While they were married, and did spend a considerable amount of time with each other, they still maintained separate domiciles and it made moments like this a little more special. After he kisses her neck, she turns enough to kiss his cheek, then goes back to assembling her plate.

"It's good to see you, Jamie. Have you seen this movie before?"

Tadashi

[the_civilian]

"So, you realize everyone is going to be quoting this movie for the rest of forever, right?"

Tadashi isn't complaining, mind you, just making a statement of fact. There's no way that some individual person on this team isn't going to be referred to as "the Brute Squad" at some point.

(Size-wise, he'd put money down on Master Chief.)

He leaves an offering of vegan donut holes in exchange for his plate of snacks, and claims a goblet (because why not?) and a bean bag chair. Navigating the latter while holding food and drink is more difficult than he remembers, but it turns out flight rings minimize the awkwardness of trying to settle without spilling all over yourself.

[ghost_bait]

Miku joins Tadashi with her own plate of snacks. Tiny bowls of anmitsu (agar jelly with fresh-cut fruits), with little scoops of vegan green tea ice cream were her offering for the evening.

"This came out last year for me, and I never managed to see it," she said as she sat down with one of the small bowls and sits on the floor beside his beanbag chair. It wasn't that she disliked them, but the floor was fine enough for her, and she didn't want to risk getting stuck... in the chair.

Life was difficult when one had short legs.

Junkrat & Roadhog

[muroieda]

You may remember this face as the one that caused a scene at last movie night. You may be wondering why he's been let back in--and if that's the case, you'll have to take it up with management.

Or just Wash.

He doesn't come alone though, not this time. While Junkrat is dressed in a casual clothes--an open hoodie cut off at the elbow to make room for his prosthetic, over a loose t-shirt with a graphic of some warrior lady character from a anime-like cartoon that you can catch on Legion World cable (or whatever it's called), and his new favorite cargo capris--Roadhog is in his usual shirtless armor, looking ready to slaughter someone wordlessly if they so much as looked at his belly pig-tattoo the wrong way. That is to say, he hasn't changed his style at all since getting here, and Junkrat can't really blame him.

They're an odd pair for sure, but there's no doubt that they're together by the way they interact and exchange while Junkrat lays out yet another obscenely impressive selection of vegetarian barbecue. That's right--getting chewed out last time didn't dissuade him at all from catering.

Of course, he's also here for Fareeha too; the three of them form a semi-consistent trio but it's certainly not impossible to catch one of them by themselves. Junkrat and Fareeha are rather social, while Roadhog has a very strict diet to maintain and is likely to try things that other people brought as well.

[snoutback]

After that day's intermittent gusts had kept blowing it over his chair, Roadhog still smelt smokier than the food.

"You ain't even gettin' paid for this," the larger Junker comments as the fifth plate comes out, as if he hadn't had every opportunity to do so while watching Junkrat slave unnecessarily.

Eyeing all the plainclothes filing into the room the same way a man behind bars would, it crosses his imagination to take his oil-darkened hand and dig into the communal piles like a backhoe—make some of these civvies nauseous. Less competition. Yet here he was in reality, tweezering up imitation boneless wings one by one with a pair of tongs, so Junkrat could have his hard work appreciated by the rest of the rabble like he so desperately wanted it to be.

Pidge

[isthisapidge]

Pidge didn't even think about movie night until she passed by the door. There had been so much to think about for such a long length of time that Pidge was hitting the point where her thoughts not only ran too fast for her to follow, but her brain kept looking for more things to think about. Just for fun.

So she can sit in the dark and watch a screen with people for a few hours, sure. She just wished Wash's movie picks weren't so old.

"If a word like, say, 'vintage' comes near your taste in movies, will I get kicked out?" There's a hint of her cat smile on her face, but really, they are in the future, it wouldn't hurt him to expand his tastes from things that were old when she was new.

Re: Pidge

[ghost_bait]

"It's not that old, though. Eleven months?" Time travel sometimes really put everything into perspective. That perspective being Wash was choosing movies that hadn't been made yet, or were still fairly recent in her own time. "No, less than that. Ten or so, I think."

Miku offered Pidge a bowl of the anmitsu she'd brought with her. "Do you like fruit...? I brought this under the impression that people were going to want fruits."

Claire

[pump_action]

Finally crawling from her office, where she's spent most of her time since arriving at Legion world, Claire makes her way to movie night. It's a chance to take a break (rare, for her), get to see some of the people she'll be working with (and hoping the space raptor doesn't show up ... Gary?), and enjoying a classic from her own world.

She doesn't cook, so here's a package of store-bought cookie-type things that she's hoping are appetizing as they look (which, admittedly, is't much, but it was the best looking thing in the store).

She doesn't take much for herself, although she is enticed by some of Junkrat's spread, but eventually she's settling in a seat at the edge of the room. She doesn't indulge a lot in these sort of things, but there is a soft space for this particular movie. It doesn't hurt that it's something familiar in this strange new set of circumstances she's still getting used to.

Locus

[agnominal]

He's heard the movie referenced before, and may or may not have actual interest in seeing the film for himself, but it's safe to say that Locus looks distracted upon arriving at movie night. His eyes constantly move over the room, bouncing from person to person, as though looking for something in particular.

Eventually, he finds a spot on the couch to settle, though he still appears tense for most of the time up to the start of the movie.

[goddamngrenades]

Plate of snacks? Check. Drinks? Also check. Somewhere to sit- normally he'd slump by Sam and that's...complicated but the opportunity is here to talk about it. Get that shit over with and. Handle the thing like grown ass men. He's walking to the sofa from the snack table, coming up behind Sam and there is the thought that he could just. Say hay, explain where he's coming from and...things'll be fine.

Or.

Alternatively.

He could refuse to make a big deal out of it. Honestly? He's in favor of not making a thing of it. He decided they'd be friends, friends they were. If he decides they're boyfriends now- boyfriends they'll be and none of that weird stilted bullshit that usually happens will happen and they can move on with their lives. Okay. It's stupid logic, Delta's trying to offer alternatives but nope- swinging around the arm of the sofa and settling into Locus' lap is the order of the day. "Hey babe."

Like this is a thing they do. Like this is how they are- and it could be. It is. Right now, it is how they are and Sam's just gonna have to catch up. Arm hooked around Locus' shoulders he leans in, brushing his lips against his cheek. "You ever seen this one?"

Wash

[unrecovered]

Wash is putting the finishing touches on the room: making sure there are enough blankets to go around, straightening couch cushions, rearranging snacks on the table to make room for whatever anyone feels like bringing, the works. He'll absolutely pause for chatter if anyone approaches him, and it looks like he's in a great mood, which is somewhat odd for someone who recently had a near death experience and only just got out of the hospital a day or two ago, but...well, he's in a good mood. Who's going to knock that?

[justice_from_above]

"Hey. Thanks for this. It's a good thing to get together and relax in between the craziness that happens."

Whether that was an actual mission, or something like time rippling, it was good for someone like her who would otherwise probably spend too much time training.

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief showed up to help, and has been making idle (if terse and Chiefish) chatter with Wash while doing so. He's breaking up the last table-focused circle of stuffed chairs and turning them screenward when he asks,

"So: anything the door didn't tell me that I should know?"

They're about ready to start this thing. Mission brief, please?

Maine

[ofmightandmeta]

Large groups of people aren't Maine's forte, and certainly all of this camaraderie and togetherness is more than a bit offputting, if he's being honest. Maine is here for two reasons: food and Washington. Both are pretty important in his book.

His signature armor has been forsaken for just this once, a small courtesy on his behalf, and anyone that decides to comment about it will get a long, dull look until the topic is dropped. This is his attempt at fitting in, he might be the tiniest bit insecure about it. All in all, he's actually a little lost. 'Hanging out' is an odd concept.

It's impossible not to take up room, but he's claimed a couch at this point and is actually doing his best to be personable. It's...not quite successful, but points for a good attempt?

After the Movie

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Re: After the Movie

[bachido]

"That was the best movie I've ever seen!"

Nevermind that he'd only seen, like, five.

Kubo was already playing covers of the movie's score, his paper floating around him folding into approximations of the characters. Inigo's fight with the Six Fingered Man featured very strongly, but there were definitely Rodents of Unusual Size cavorting around.

"Offer me money," Kubo narrated, as Paper Inigo cornered the Six Fingered Man with his folded sword. "Power too, promise me that." But he laughed and left off the dramatic scene, folding no less than three sheets of paper into a lumbering Fezzik. "He IS the brute squad!"

[the_civilian]

Tadashi had gotten a little misty-eyed during Inigo's confrontation with the Six Fingered Man, but Kubo's enthusiasm earns him a grin.

"I guess you're not put-off by 'kissing books', huh?"

[nofortunateson]

North hadn't been entirely sold on the movie, apart from some of the really clever dialogue and the timeless appeal of swordfights. Fortunately, there's an all-origami highlight reel happening almost as soon as the lights come up, and he's soon watching with interest - as is Theta. He's come to the showing in a blue loaner chassis from Delta and is now sitting on the toe of North's boot, watching the nearly him-sized figures whirling and darting with visible excitement, occasionally starting when a ROUS looks like it might wheel in his direction.

AMERICA

[thedreamisdead]

America's here because she got an invite. Because, obviously, people want meat. No matter how much Wash objects and insists it's for everyone, she's pretty sure that's the only reason she's even considered for these events.

Afterwards, she's left scowling. Talk about a disaster of the movie. "So, the corrupt Prince gets to live as the King, his Princess is captured by people he can claim were agents of Gilder, and Buttercup's stuck with a man who's killed dozens of people because, as we know, The Dread Pirate Roberts leaves no survivors. But it's fine because they kissed."

The Judge spreads her hands and twists around in her seat to glower at some random soul. "Is this what passes for a happy ending?"

[nofortunateson]

This, right here- this is exactly why North is sitting near America, and he smiles to himself as he watches her interrogate her immediate perimeter, nursing the last of the coffee he'd brought to keep himself awake through what he'd heard was a love story of some kind of another. He'd been pretty sure that the real entertainment would be seeing her reaction to the thing, and as always, she does not disappoint.

"What can I say, romance is subjective." He gives a lift of his eyebrows, curious under the bemusement. "What do you think should've happened?"

[goddamngrenades]

It was, as per usual, a solid movie. Taylor enjoyed the chatty duelists, the true love narrative (even if life doesn't work out that way), the humor, the music, and is happily tucked up against Locus' shoulder until the credits roll down. He'd been able to put aside the impending talk for, well, the duration of the movie but now? A quiet tension curls in his shoulders.

We need to talk. Nothing good comes of that phrase. Nothing.

So forgive him if he's a little reluctant to peel away and get on with the rest of the evening.

[agnominal]

Locus, for his part, had quite enjoyed the movie. Inigo, in particular, had struck a chord, the gentleman duelist and his quest for redemption, avenging his father. Wesley had charm and style, but his motivations were a little less relatable to his mind.

Maybe that was the issue. Romance was not a topic he was very well versed on. And here he goes, trying to broach that topic with all the grace of the bull in the china shop.

Slowly, he moves to pull away from the couch, slipping out from under York before turning back, raising an eyebrow. Well? Time to walk. Unless they wanted to be tailed.