Movie Night VII: The Spinoff

[unrecovered]

Who| Wash and anyone who cares to join
What| Movie Night!
Where| The usual lounge
When| After Resistance Is Futile/An Eye For an Eye and the subsequent food fight
Warnings/Notes| None?

There's something to be said for a return to normality, though they're not really there yet. The food fight was a good way to decompress; now it's time to trot out the usual tradition of snacks and old cinema.

Chairs are arranged, blankets laid out, and the usual line of tables is piled high with standard movie snacks and drinks, though they're far less carefully arranged than usual. There are blank tables next to the spread, for those who wish to bring snacks to share. The usual poster is outside the door, with a summary of the movie, its MPAA rating, and the customary Movie night is neutral territory note. New this time is a handwritten note next to the summary that reads It's parody. It's supposed to be weird.

The movie tonight is Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

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Before the movie

[unrecovered]

[goddamngrenades]

Much like before York settles in after depositing various sixpacks of soda, cider, and beer for his contribution to the tables before he loads up his own plate with snack type items. He's come in alone, Emu curled on his shoulder in a tiny ball of fur and feathers, before finding a corner in a sofa and stretching out to hold a seat for someone else. It's been awhile since the last night and after...everything? It's good to be able to sit back and just. Relax. For a little while.

[hallaifyouherd]

"Oh, look at you!"

York might be forgiven for thinking for a moment that that was leveled at him, but no. A pair of big brown eyes has latched onto the creature on his shoulder, and soon the elf is making her way across the room to peer at her in wonder and delight.

"How sweet!"

[isthisapidge]

Oh, Wash, you crazy fool.

He's going to need serious backup.

Pidge was looking forward to movie night this week. There'd been too much...too much everything really. Pain, fear, turmoil...emotions. Even if some of them had turned out for the better, she seriously needed some downtime.

And then she saw the notice, what movie it was he'd picked, and froze on the spot, before turning and bolting down the hall determination gleaming in her eyes. When she returns, it's with a large empty jar sporting a massive label in large block capitals that says QUOTE JAR.

"OK, here are the rules: If you've already seen this movie and you say a line before the character on screen does, you have to put some credits in the jar."

She is very serious about this.

[legionnpcs]

"Ni."

[goddamngrenades]

"How many is 'some' because-" Well. He's memorized the damn thing for the most part. Side effect of hipster nerd parents with an odd appreciation for old earth humor. He rifles in his pockets for a moment before Emu hops down and snags them from his hoodie pouch, climbs back up to his shoulder and glides down on little wings and sugar-glider skin flaps between her limbs to perch and deposit a reasonable amount of credits. "Yeah that- yeah. Might as well prepay."

[agnominal]

"That's one way to prevent people from talking during the movie. Or putting it to good use."

Locus tips his head from where he's sitting on the couch, one eyebrow lifting.

"Is it being put to good use?"

[unrecovered]

Pidge sets up not far from where Wash is sitting, so he gets a good look at the jar and...well, laughs. It's quiet and tired and doesn't last long, but it does happen.

"What do you plan on doing with that?"

[agnominal]

Dry humor is perhaps the sort best suited to him. The movie is therefore a good deal funnier to him than it ought to be, though he doesn't laugh out loud. There's simply a smirk at the appropriate moments, a nod of yes, he understood that, very well done.

The cruder humor, less so. Galahad's adventure in Castle Anthrax, for example.

But he's still present, dressed down and taking up a corner of the couch with a relatively open air. For Locus, at least. Before the movie, he's more than willing to chat with those lingering. Those paying particular attention might notice he's in a notably better mood than usual.

No reason for that, surely.

[goddamngrenades]

Without a moment's thought or worry (they talked about this for the most part and York is ready for the inevitability of Wash being a smug fuck), he sidles over much as he had during the last movie night and settles in Locus' lap. "Hey babe."

He leans up, kisses Locus' cheek, and settles in. After a moment or two of this he'll slide down to snug up against his side instead of, well, on him but right now? He wants his boyfriend couch, please and thank you.

[hallaifyouherd]

There's a great deal in this movie for her to enjoy. Silly human knights and their quest for a beacon of holiness strikes a chord with her, even if most wouldn't know why. For an elf out of her time, she laughs relatively easily at a good deal of the jokes.

It's her first real movie night, as well. A lot of faces that are familiar and yet not linger around the fringes, and she doesn't often keep still, wandering back and forth between sitting on the floor and sampling the snack table.

[araignee_du_soir]

After Amélie had finished painting her toenails and the movie started, she watched the beginning with her feet directly out in front of her from where she sat on the floor to make sure they dried properly. Once that was done, she adjusted her seat so she was more comfortable and was able to reach out and snag a cookie from the plate Marjara had in hand as the elf passed by.

With a somewhat warmer (for her) smile and a wink, she popped the bite size treat into her mouth. Hopefully, Marjara had put more than one on her plate.

[araignee_du_soir]

Whereas everyone else had been in a down or dour mood, Amélie was quite the opposite. In a rather pleased mood sporting a look that was considerably more relaxed with her hair piled messily on top of her head instead of a sleek ponytail, she settled down on the floor with her back against a couch.

While others filtered in and set up shop before the movie started, she occupied herself by painting her toenails a dark purple. When a shadow crossed over her, she glanced up at the source.

"Pardone-moi, the light..."

[calibrates_big_guns]

"Sorry," Garrus replies, ducking his head out of the way of the light before settling down on the couch.

"Haven't seen you around in a while," He comments. "I'd ask how things have been, but I think everyone's answer is going to be 'hectic' right about now."

[unrecovered]

For once, Wash isn't up and about arranging chairs or organizing the food table or anything. The last week or so has really taken it out of him, and while he's definitely doing better, he's still fairly exhausted. He'd mustered up the energy to put together a movie night, but it's more of a communal activity than it is an exercise in enthusiasm on his part, so he's managed the expected basics and that's about it.

Right now, he's taken up one end of a couch, full snack plate and drink ignored on the table beside him, and settled in. He's not getting up without good reason.

[short_changed]

Connie's been scarce. Again. Given the stakes of the last mission it was inevitable that some of them would fall. Even though she's been cured and restored to her physical state before she got taken down she's still got a lot of recovery ahead of her. Some days are easier than others, some...well, the worse days she spends alone working herself into the ground. Today's a better day, but even if it wasn't, she owes Wash a visit after everything that happened.

She shows up quietly, the blanket Wash had given her after Silent Horizon folded and slung over her shoulder as she slides a large box of cupcakes onto the communal snack table. The smaller box on top she picks up and makes her way to the sofa Wash had claimed as his own. Leaning against the back of the sofa she extends the small box over without a word.

[lovernotafighter]

Movie night has been A Thing back in Blood Gulch, a tried and true tradition that really consisted of only one movie – Tucker’s favorite movie – until that was gone. Eventually, it was faithfully reenacted by his friends so they could keep watching it (and Tucker would stop playing Stuck In the Middle With You), which had been one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for him. Hearing that there was another movie night brought back those old feelings, that excitement, so why the fuck not? How bad could it be?

Tucker looked at the poster, blinked once and headed inside. Something told him that it was going to have way, way less violence than he was used to. …He was probably going to fall asleep. Hopefully while leaning against someone attractive.

Moving to one of the chairs, he fell into it and propped his feet up on a table. Tucker leaned over and asked whoever was next to him, “So, what’s the body count in this movie, anyway?” What? That seemed like a totally legit question.

[hallaifyouherd]

"You're asking me?"

Marjara quirks an eyebrow at him, slightly incredulous. After all, the concept of 'movies' themselves was only introduced a few months ago. "I've never seen it before. Though there are knights," she adds, musing softly. "So there's bound to be some indiscriminate violence, if they're trying to for the real thing at all."

[orbislife]

After seeing the sign, Zenyatta peeks his head in before he quietly hovers into the lounge. The movie is one that Zenyatta hasn't seen, but it is possible that he has heard references before. Some things transcend time and space.

Zenyatta dims his forehead lights and sits off to the side, so he won't disturb other movie watchers when the lights go out.

[agnominal]

Admittedly, the omnic is trying to avoid drawing focus. But floating around with lights that dim and brighten brings attention, intentional or not.

So it's not a surprise when Locus, who spends most days still counting the exits of a room and calculating the threat level of everyone around him, turns his head slightly to eyeball Zenyatta where he hovers.

[hallaifyouherd]

"Have you seen this film before?"

Marjara had entered just behind him, uncertain for a time how to address him before throwing caution to the wind. After encountering so many different sorts of people, so many unique individuals, does it matter what he is or what he looks like?

Of course it doesn't. She'll address him as she would anyone else, until the need for correction arises.

After the movie

[unrecovered]

[thebioticwoman]

Shepard is uncharacteristically quiet as she very characteristically does cleanup, policing stray beer bottles and bowls with only a few kernels left at the bottom. Wash seems out of it since the Brainiac 8 affair. Unfortunately, she's had plenty of experience recognizing soldiers who've been pushed too far, but she's not his CO or even more than a friendly acquaintance, so the help she can provide is limited. Well, at least he won't need to worry about cleanup after the...movie.

The movie. That...sure was a thing they all just watched. Granted, you can't expect good visual effects from anything before about the 2050's, but even accounting for that, she's unconvinced that "classic" is really the right word here. Maybe it's better if you see a screening where people aren't reciting the lines along with the characters, but she doubts it.

Paying more attention to her thoughts than the room--you don't have to be paying attention to grab soda cans--she almost bumps into someone. "Oops, sorry."

[circusbat]

"It's okay." Dick automatically reaches out to make sure she's steady, but it's only a hand on the arm as he looks at her. "You...have the look of somebody who has no clue what the hell she just watched, really."

[taumangaria]

This is Sawtooth's first big social experience with a large group of Legionnaires, and while he doesn't feel completely prepared, he'd definitely been looking forward to it.

While he'd been familiar with the concept of a recorded story, he's not quite sure why humans felt the need to tell that story. He'd followed the progression of events just fine; he just couldn't figure out why it was happening in the first place. Not even the note on the sign at the door had prepared him.

So, after the movie ends, he turns to the nearest person who seems like they might be open to a question or two. "I don't get it - what was the point of that ending?"