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

[hallaifyouherd]

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."

[lovernotafighter]

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?"

[hallaifyouherd]

"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.

[lovernotafighter]

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?"

[hallaifyouherd]

"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."