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Movie Night VII: The Spinoff

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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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.

"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."

"Well, maybe you can see the future with all that magic stuff. How am I supposed to know all the cool shit you've got on lock down?"

But at least he wasn't the only one out in the cold. Knights? Knights usually meant swords so maybe... Then again, it's a parody, so it could be a really violent parody or, well, just a straight comedy that's way more talking than anything needs to have. A skeptical look was leveled at the screen, trust in this wavering.

"If these knights don't have badass swords and do epic battles like a knight should, I'm writing a script where they do." Which was way more effort than it was worth.

"Funny story, I did see into the future once. Well. Less 'saw the future' and more 'was thrust into the future by a tear in the fabric of reality by someone hoping to erase me from existence entirely' but it amounts to the same, I think."

A little half-shrug and she tipped to lean slightly against Tucker. Warm, sturdy, comfortable. Congratulations, you are now furniture for the cat to lie against. "I'm certain they'll have swords, in any case. What knight doesn't?"

"Yeah, so that person is really bad at dealing with grudges. Did you piss in his Cheerios or something?"

Not that he had room to talk about time traveling, because-- "Yeah, I dealt with time travel before, too. You see, we thought we were blown into the future by a bomb - dude, it totally made sense at the time - but it was really just a simulation. But a different time, there was a guy that had gear that could redo certain moments if it didn't work for him, but I wasn't effected. Probably the Chosen One thing.

"God, that guy was a tool."

Seems like they both had stories, and he was cool to talk about them as she leaned into him. The smirk on his lips was slow, a little sly, and you better believe he was doing the yawn-stretch-arm-around-her trick. Oh yeah. Smooth.

"So, since I have a sword, does that make me a knight?

"I sort of accidentally stole an object of power from his boss. No take-backs. They were hoping to undo my taking it in the first place by removing me from the timeline entirely...it didn't work out so well for them."

Amazing how blasé you can be about this sort of thing after a while. But it was easy with Tucker, who had his own wild and crazy stories, who understood that being a Chosen One meant dealing with a lot of weird shit. As Varric would have likely put it.

Her eyebrow crooked at the arm-slide, however. She was here because you're comfortable, Tucker, don't think that move is working on her. "If that was all it took, anyone who picked up a sharp bit of metal could be considered a knight," she replied. "It's about following a code. Serving a purpose. Like the Emerald Knights I told you of."

“Lots of non-kinky magical punishment?” Was this even the craziest story he heard in his life? Of course not. It wasn’t even the craziest he heard today, and he wasn’t arguing. Timeline fuckery was something that he understood but didn’t; the amount of questions it brought up complex and fuck that. Too much of a headache.

But yeah, he did tend to have a few weird stories, tales that were pretty out of this world, pardon the alien son pun. That was life anymore.

If all she was doing was an eyebrow crook, then he’d take it; she wasn’t hitting him and that’s what he actually used to. A Watch It look was nothing. “Rules are boring. Seriously, you do the shitty thing you don’t want to do but saves a bunch of people, then go home and get Hero Sex. That’s pretty much being a knight. All those old stories, they were all getting laid.”

"Clearly, you've never met a Templar. You never met a more constipated bunch, even if Cullen swears there's no vows of chastity involved."

Look. Of the two of them, who is an actual knight? Who has met and commanded actual knights? You don't get to mansplain this one to her, Tucker, she knows what she's on about, and she sat up in order to peer at him.

"There's no 'pretty much' being a knight. You're part of an order or you're not. Nothing wrong with not being a knight, though, I can promise you."

“Well, they’re knighting all wrong, then.” Knighting was now a verb, deal with it. But really, how hard could it actually be? Why live a life of celibacy when you could get rewarded in the best of ways? Come on, sure it’s doing the right thing, but also, you know, being appreciated for it.

Uh oh, he hit a nerve, didn’t he? Still hadn’t been punched, but…she had a lot. Fingers rested on her shoulder, tapping against it as he shrugged. There wasn’t, but—

“What, don’t they have freelancer knights?” Those were called mercenaries, Tucker. You didn’t want to be one those either. “I mean, knight life sounds like a celebrity staus. Do I want people singing of my awesomeness for centuries to come? You bet your ass I do. Knit some tapestries of this beautiful face and hang it in halls. Romancing chicks in balconies. Sign me up. An order can't be any worse than the idiots I lived with for years.”

"You do know that most knights are famous because of the terrific ways they managed to die, right? They're not usually around to enjoy their celebrity status." It was hard to tell if she was exaggerating or not, the way those big brown eyes rested solemnly on his.

"So...if you don't want to be the things a knight is, for things a knight doesn't necessarily get...are you absolutely sure being a knight is really what you want, here?"

“I thought they were known for slaying dragons and saving maidens.” And betraying their best friends stealing their wives to start a war, but no big deal, right? God, was she serious, though? Her expression said as much, and he rolled his eyes in response, feeling the air being let out of his hopeful balloon. Way to disappoint him.

“So, what do you suggest I be, then? You know other than Chosen One, awesome, sexy as hell with eyes you can fall into and a smile that can get your underwear off with zero effort?” He grinned wide and he knew knew knew he was going to get a smartass answer. Maybe it was too much time spending so much time with his normal group of friends. Maybe it was habit. Either or.

Where it was coming from didn't matter so much. Marjara still narrowed her eyes, before leaning forward enough to lift her hand and bop Tucker on the back of the head. Not hard. Not the point. It was meant to be more playful than anything, as she resettled herself on the couch.

"Be Tucker. That's more than enough, isn't it? Titles really aren't all they're cracked up to be." Her nostrils flared with a huff. "Though the religious ones? Definitely the worst."

He couldn't help but rub his head with a little pout even if it didn't hurt; it was all part of the act, all part of the play. And he made sure to do with the arm that wasn't stretched out behind her on the seat. That? That had to stay.

One couldn't just waste a movie like this.

"Pretty sure I've had my fair share of people call me 'god' again and again. Mostly while moaning." Catch that ever-so-subtle hint? A squint and you might miss it moment? "How many religious titles have you had?"

"I'm sure you have. Moaning in exasperation." Her lips quirked upwards as her dark eyes darted back towards the screen for a moment or two.

"Oh. A few."

Mentioned in a rather evasive tone that said she'd rather discuss it later. After the movie, perhaps.

Oh. Oh! You're a cruel one, Marjara. C-R-U-E-L. But he didn't let it get him down; this was everyday banter for him. This was the norm. "I can show you how to moan, if you really want to test it out. I can prove just about everything."

...It really would be in exasperation, though.

The casualness that came with that admittance made him raise an eyebrow. Vague a little? Yeah. "Okaaaaay. Other than 'Chosen One', because that's not really religious, is it?"

"I mean it could be, in context. Even if I always tried to correct people on the matter."

She let out a briefly annoyed sound, as though debating whether or not to open this particular can of worms. Tucker likely wouldn't grasp the significance of it, but maybe that was for the best. "There are those in my world who believe in one god, the Maker, who created all and turned away from humanity because of its arrogance and sin. Their only hope of salvation lies in the mercy of the Maker's chosen bride, a human woman named Andraste who was martyred for her faith, and became a deity whom they prayed to in her own right."

Her teeth needled her lower lip briefly. "And...a lot of people believed that I was her Herald."

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