Movie Night VII: The Spinoff

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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

[araignee_du_soir]

"No." There wasn't any hesitation in her part. She didn't know Zenyatta, but she did know enough about the Shambali to be certain about a few things.

"I was never publicly identified as the shooter. It was eventually attributed to Talon, but we have many agents." Though Widowmaker was the only one that could have made that shot.

"The in omnic doesn't know, and even if he did, he wouldn't retaliate. The Shambali are pacifists." That last word was spoken with disdain. Pacifism went against everything Talon was based on.

[hallaifyouherd]

"Physical retaliation isn't the only way to cause problems. Just the quickest."

But if there were cause for concern, surely she'd look more concerned than she does. After a moment, Marjara resettles herself, head tipping into the curve of her shoulder. "He seemed alright to me, when we spoke. I don't think he'd be the sort, but you never really know..."

[araignee_du_soir]

That got an amused little smile. "You aren't worried about me now, chérie? Don't be. With Tracer gone, there is no way he will know, unless those who know better than to tell do so. Or one of those Legionnaire Legacies is done about me." Which would be extremely bad.

Before Amélie could voice the reality of what a Legacy on her would cause, the sniper needed to move her arm. She could endure if she had to, like she did on missions that had her contorted into very uncomfortable positions, but this wasn't like that. She didn't have to endure; she had a choice.

Shifting with a hum, pulling her arm free from between them, Amélie shook her hand a little before looking down at Marjara. Tentatively, she laid her arm down along the cushions of the couch that served as their backrest.

"...is this alright?"

[hallaifyouherd]

"I'm not worried that you can't handle yourself," she replied, slightly defensive. And no, that wasn't denying being worried as a whole. But there were certain kinds of worry that weren't easily banished by things like logic, and while Amélie could remain calm and collected under pressure? Marjara would smolder, waiting for the need to ignite at a moment's notice.

Huffing faintly, she shifted back, allowing the movement of her arm before re-balancing herself against her side. A tiny smirk curled at the corner of her mouth.

"What do you think?"

[araignee_du_soir]

"You look awfully comfortable," she replied with a chuckle. That had been a silly thing to overthink, and now her arm wasn't numb anymore.

"Perfect for..." Stealing the last cookie off the elf's plate. Which Amélie just did.

[hallaifyouherd]

"Thief." She huffed, as though mortally offended, before smiling and nudging Amélie with her shoulder. "Now I have to get up and get us some more."

Just when she'd gotten comfortable, too.

[araignee_du_soir]

"I have been called worse," Amélie replied just before popping the cookie into her mouth. "At least no one was shooting at me during this latest heist. Aside from the looks you give me."

Her eyes traveled to the table of snacks before looking back. "That was the last one; you would have had to get up shortly anyway. I would promise to keep your seat warm, but we both know that would be a lie."

[hallaifyouherd]

"An honest thief, then." Her ears twitched slightly before she gave another huff and rose to her feet. No real trouble, but if she was going through the trouble of teasing her? The least she could do was react properly.

It was human. Rather, it was something sociable, something that she didn't imagine Amélie would have attempted when they first met.

Which is why she brought a plate full of cookies to share when she returned, moments later.

[araignee_du_soir]

The socialness was a testament to not only Amélie's comfort with Marjara but how much being away from Talon was affecting her. She had to be sociable to an extent, even if there were few she bothered with. Or perhaps it was more of an indication that she responded to those that tried with her. Relearning to act like a real person took time and patience.

When the elf returned and sat back down, Amélie found her fingers idly curling a piece of Marjara's hair about them. When she noticed, she quickly let go and helped herself to another cookie.

"I see you brought more than enough. Which is good since this is one of the better parts of the movie. Sharp, pointy teeth and all."

[hallaifyouherd]

"What, the rabbit?"

Amused at the prospect, Marjara hardly seemed to notice or care much at the idle brush to her hair, settling in once more as she had been to watch. When the killer bunny sprang to action, however, she couldn't help giggling, biting her lower lip at the antics of the clearly stuffed animal double.

"That's what they get for underestimating him. Or her. I suppose it could be either, couldn't it?"

[araignee_du_soir]

Amélie nodded in agreement. "This movie is a parody, so it is meant to make fun of how Hollywood typically portrays monsters - large, grotesque and clearly monstrous. A small, cute, cuddly looking rabbit that turns into a vicious killer turns the concept on its head." She chuckled. "As if small and cute things cannot be dangerous..."

Then she looked from the screen down at Marjara. "Cherie, can you make something like the Holy Hand Grenade? You are quite clever. I mean... bees."

[hallaifyouherd]

"You liked that, did you?" Marjara's smile broadened, her dark eyes twinkling. "I have to credit my friend Sera, back home. It was her idea."

Always the unorthodox fighter, in all respects. Not for the first or last time, she felt a pang of homesickness, and as before she simply pushed it down, with all due gentleness.

"I suppose it depends on what goes into a Holy Hand Grenade. If it's just fire, that's easy enough."

[araignee_du_soir]

"They were quite instrumental in the timing of my kill shot," she replied with a smirk. "Let me know when the shielding was down. And just between us, I really think they pissed her off." That had been like a cherry on top.

"I think the Holy Hand Grenade technically has the blessings of God powering it up, but that is in addition to the normal grenade part."