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

[goddamngrenades]

"Well I mean, if they're a witch of the WILD it might be a requirement. Right there in the name." Wild work, wild witch, wild partying, right? Right. Still not imagining MJ running around naked because A) Creepy and B) No.

She is a bro, bros do not imagine bros naked.

It's easier to focus on her laugh anyway, and Emu's being adorable. "Dr. Ry'kerr got the egg for me, honestly. We've been discussing a therapy animal for me for about a month or so before she handed it over; the species is well known to be a soothing influence for people that have issues."

[hallaifyouherd]

Humans have such hang-ups about nudity, honestly.

"I could see why. Just watching her eat is relaxing, somehow." Her nose wrinkles. It sounds a bit silly saying it, but it's true. Hard to imagine the hardships in the world while the little girl nibbles happily on her prize.

Glancing up, Marjara suddenly hones in on something. "Your eye."

It's markedly different.

[goddamngrenades]

"It's a reminder to eat myself and, well. If I'm having a crappy day? Knowing I can make her happy with a dried apricot makes it less crappy." Those are few and far between as of late, however. York reaches out to rub the fur between Emu's ears, eyes flicking over to MJ.

Oh, right!

"Decided to go in on an upgrade. Apparently they do cloned replacements or something but- that'd feel weird. This is...well it's not less weird but it's more comfortable for me."

[hallaifyouherd]

"Helping yourself by helping others. Where have I heard that one before," she remarks, a dry smile on her lips before reaching up to gently stroke Emu's tail. So fluffy. How is it so fluffy?

"I've been considering it myself. The replacement," she quickly clarifies. Obviously, her eyes are just fine as they are. "I've been thinking about it for some time. It should be an easy thing for them to fix. I just don't know how I'd feel about it."

Which yes, might be considered fishing for York's opinion rather than flat out asking. But it's a delicate subject, a thing she knows all too well.

[goddamngrenades]

Genetics and an evolution primed for optimal cuteness. Fluffy is cute, therefore? Monala are as fluffy as possible. Emu finishes her bit of fruit and turns big, pleading eyes at Marjara, hoping for a second snack.

"Not gonna lie- it took me awhile to get the nerve to have it done. Medical tech being what it is...you get used to something being gone after awhile. Anything that sounds like an easy fix seems too good to be true, right?"

[hallaifyouherd]

She readily plucks another morsel from York's plate before offering it up. Oh don't worry, you'll get spoiled rotten where she's concerned.

"Right." A breath was let out, not quite a sigh but close enough to one, and those dark eyes fixed on York. Watching the faint glow and rotation of that light behind his new eye. "But if it's become a liability, then being strange shouldn't be what stops you."

[goddamngrenades]

"It...depends on what you're comfortable with. Liability or no- if it's not the right time for you? It's not the right time for you. It might never be the right time for you and that's alright." He'd taken his sweet ass time with the eye due to a fairly well founded fear about his grasp of reality.

He could afford to take his time.

MJ...might have a harder time of taking time. "There are prosthesis that you can remove, I think. Tings that are less permanent."

[hallaifyouherd]

"And it's not strange to you. The idea of wanting the ability to remove it." That was somewhat reassuring in itself. Placing why exactly was a little difficult, only that she would feel far more at ease if she suddenly didn't just have an arm again.

It seemed a little foolish. But York seemed to understand. Well. He would, wouldn't he?

[goddamngrenades]

"It wasn't weird when I came from, and it wouldn't be as widely available an option if it was weird here, I think. It's like- this is a new eye, yeah. but it's not MY eye. Getting a new arm would be- it'd be a new arm and that's awesome but it's not the one you lost and that'll always be sticking in your head." That and adding mechanical or cloned bits to you would always be a little awkward.

That tiny sense of other.

[hallaifyouherd]

She nods quietly for a moment, taking all of that in. Oddly, it fills her with a sense of relief, like a knot untying itself. Alright. Enough's enough.

"Thank you, York." And she gives him a small but very genuine smile. "I appreciate your wise counsel."

[goddamngrenades]

"This is the first time anyone's ever called me wise." A beat, a huff of laughter. "Feels weird but, yeah."

Sometimes he doesn't, in fact, give shit advice. Who knew. "Glad I could help. Sometimes you just need someone that gets where you're coming from, right?"