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]

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?"