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.

Comments

[agnominal]

An omnic. He thinks he may have heard the word before in passing, around Sombra, but he knows little besides that.

"Locus," he offers after a moment's pause and a tilt of his head, meant to mimic the bow. It seems the proper way to respond. Though he may come from a different world, there are aspects to Zenyatta's trappings that are familiar, reminiscent of the culture in certain parts of the world that he knows.

"I've been here for several months, now."

[orbislife]

Locus, Zenyatta notes, could be either a hero name or a personal one. He finds the different names interesting. Omnics aren't usually named until later in their lives, not at creation. Sometimes they pick out their own name, or they adopt the name someone offers. (Zenyatta's own name came from a mix of both.) Sometimes, they don't take up one and use their model number.

With introductions out of the way, Zenyatta faces the screen. "Do you know if this movie night is a one time thing, or does it happen often?"

It'd be a great way to learn about other people and their cultures.

[agnominal]

"Agent Washington has made a habit of them. I don't believe there's a schedule as such, but they are A Thing, if you were to ask anyone involved."

His lips twist slightly as he turns to search out Wash, wherever he is in the room, looking more exhausted and worn than usual. And yet. He still put all this together, and they all came. That says enough about these events, doesn't it?

"I merely show up when they do. I am...attempting to be sociable. It is apparently an improvement."

[orbislife]

Zenyatta follows Locus's gaze, and he files away this new information about Washington. They have met previously, and while there has been an improvement in his condition, there is much left to be done.

But he can't linger too much on Wash when he's speaking to another. "I think you are making an improvement. You are talking to a stranger," Zenyatta encourages. "And no matter what other social activities you attempt tonight, you have accomplished that."

[agnominal]

"Hn." Locus's chin lifts. "So I can go home now."

It's wryly spoken, in a way that makes it clear that, however deadpan the delivery? That was meant to be a joke. Progress, indeed.

[orbislife]

"You could, but the night is still young. Why not see how far you come and practice the skill a little more?" While it may be harder to tell, Zenyatta is playing along. Humor, especially playful humor such as this, is something he enjoys.

[agnominal]

One heavy eyebrow arches upwards. "You've clearly never seen me attempt to socialize before."

Oh. He can tell. That sort of dry, is-he-or-isn't-he brand of humor is one he's well versed in, and glad to have someone that not only recognizes it but can return it in kind.

Of course, it would be a machine, wouldn't it? The comparison had been made before.

[orbislife]

It is a type of humor that is under appreciated and often unexpected from someone who is supposedly a monk. They underestimate him. Often multiple times. Perhaps it's because he is an omnic or his kind nature.

"I have seen worse attempts, and you have yet to scowl at me from the rafters." He tilts his head slightly, as if asking if Locus intends to prove him wrong by doing just that.