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]

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."