[OPEN] MOVIE NIGHT TIME

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: Everyone!
LOCATION: Mess Hall
DATE: Post-mission, September 17th-ish
CONTENT: The gang enjoys some downtime.
WARNINGS: Nothing! Mark your threads if they get spicy.

Another post-mission, another movie night! C'mon, you guys know we can't go missing any, right? Even if it's a little — um. Less packaged on the ship than usual. The sudden losses of familiar faces isn't easy, but Newton figures none of their friends who have gone on would want them to sit around in the dark, feeling sad and losing sleep. So he collects what he's learned from a particular network post and gets to work: contacts Viveca about supplies, sets up the mess hall for one messy night of food and movies and things to unwind. And so it goes: a day or two after the mission, everyone's ushered out (if possible, anyway) for another one of these get-togethers! As always, there are pillows and blankets for those who'd like to relax, but plenty for those who want something a little more active.

For the record, there is also... a new poster added to the room. One that will likely be moved to the communal area after movie night is over.


The movies are a hodge-podge, and have no real cohesion from one to the next. They almost seem completely randomized, if you didn't realize they'd been listed as some of the orber's favorite films. You've Got Mail, Shrek 2, and Clueless are played first, through the day — and then Seven Samurai and Godzilla vs. Mothra, to round out the night. Some of you may be snoring by the time you get to the end. After all, five movies in a row is enough to knock anyone out! But the movies aren't the only things everyone's been left to.


There's also plenty of food! The main course being grilled fish — apparently one of Law's go-to's — and onigiri with and without picked plum packed into it. There's flaky, delicious Sfogliatelle collected by dear Viv, as well as a candied fruit on sticks: Tanghulu! And of course, there is a hefty container with an oddly glowing substance, one which has Newton's sloppy handwriting on it: ENERGON, DO NOT DRINK UNLESS BIG METAL MAN. Finally, maybe much to the Doctor's delight, there are Capri Suns kept in coolers, ready and waiting to go. Especially all manner of 'red kind'.


As for activities, there are a few to choose from. Some are much more enjoyably quiet than others: there's painting areas with canvases set up, with acrylic paints. Alina may or may not have inspired that one. Oh! And the basket-weaving table. Yeah, you heard him; a basket weaving table. Andy likes weaving baskets, so it shall be done. Knitting supplies cover one table as well, and all come with some beginners books... just in case anyone wants to scratch the itch and try a hobby they've never bothered with before.

Of course, there are some... bigger items in the room. Especially, there is a pool table on one side of the mess hall, fully stocked with pool balls and cues. Dean Winchester's little touches, y'know? Newton admittedly also was very hype for the pool table. And... wait, what's this? Just a little something dedicated to Finn — in one corner of the room, with neon, flashy lights and a groovy beat... Oh... Oh no...



When did that get there?????

[OOC: As usual, feel free to mingle and post your own little top levels!]

Comments

[chrysology]

Arrival:

Hm? A birth -- of course Newt put something like this up.

[That questionnaire. Ed had mentioned his birthday with that. Or perhaps Newt might remember when he had his birthday back then months ago. Which feels like forever ago. It isn't necessarily a secret. Of course everyone has a birthday. He just isn't sure what to expect next time if it does come around. Now that everyone would have this reminder.]

Movies:

I'm not sure I really get it.

[Probably because he is male and the women in his life certainly do not act like in this Clueless film. Ed can't help but to be bored with this particular option. But he does seem to perk up at Godzilla with that more action oriented type of thing that might almost remind him a little of the sort of thing he used to watch back home. Which he watches while downing some of the food, the Capri Suns.]

Dance Dance:

[Ed has never done this before. Never played these games. But that doesn't stop him from being curious at finding it. He glances to it, the arrows, the screen as the noise, music? From it of course gets his attention. Ed climbs up, leaning closer to the screen a little, head tilting as he wonders what this is exactly.]

Dance? A dancing game?

movies

[shadysided]

Why do they talk like that?

[She gestures at the screen, where the Clueless movie continues on, sipping casually on the juice pouches; she's had these before. Were they always called Capri Suns? Jury is out.]

Literally, nobody talks like that. Right?

Daisy Johnson | OTA

[morethan084]

[Daisy hasn’t mentally felt ‘alright’ for a few months now, and with the sudden loss of people she’s grown to know and care about here, it’s just another punch to her gut. It would be all too easy to just stay in her room, but there was no way she was going to turn down Newt when he seems so eager over this party. Talking about how he put together people’s favorite dishes.

Scoping out the food table while one of the movie plays in the background, her eyes immediately land on the Capri Suns.]

I haven’t had one of these in years. Have you ever had one?

[Daisy asks the person next to her as she reaches for two, one for herself and another for them. Unless they tell her they don’t like them, in which case, more for her. She’s good with just the Capri Sun for now, but eventually comes back again when she’s hungry and maybe a little tipsy. Capri sun with some vodka mixed in was pretty good. Fish wasn’t really her thing, but she was interested in one of the baked goods.]

Any idea what this is?

[She finds a cozy spot to sit on while Clueless plays, and it definitely brings back some childhood memories. When someone makes a comment about how dumb the movie is, she quickly turns her head.]

Uh, no. This is easily the best movie in the lineup tonight.

[She turns her attention to the person next to her, looking for some backup.]

Right?

[Eventually she makes her way over to the pool table, once the last group that had been playing leaves.]

It’s been a while since I’ve played.

[She explains when someone else decides to join her. Setting her half empty cup of sugary alcohol down, she picks up one of the cue sticks. She used to play a lot when she was younger, usually to win money in order to survive.

DDR wasn’t something she was into doing tonight, but she definitely stands there watching others play and laughing when one of them almost eats shit.]

You have to step on the arrow it shows on screen.

[Daisy teases, although depending on who she’s giving the ‘advice’ to, it might actually be helpful.]

Wildcard

[Have something else in mind? Daisy will be around for a while so feel free to write something else below or send me a PM/message me at morethan084

Clueless

[cruelyethuman]

[It's not because he wants to be here, packed in to the albeit large room along with every other orber who wanted to eat food or get drunk. Again.

Another tradition slipping in, to have something like this at the end of each brutal mission. The one that didn't stands out like a sore thumb- like a black mark upon the rest of the post-mission rituals.

But he is here all the same, watching from a dark corner as more and more orbers show up. He watches them look at the food, some grab what they can and shove it in their mouths fast. Others linger, fingers hovering over the morsels for what feels like minutes before they carefully take a piece. Or two.

Once the shadows settle more firmly around everyone, the movie that starts rolling on the screen and he's transfixed again by the marvel of it. It would grow boring, eventually - like all things did in the end - every marvel and every wonder turned grey and pointless with repetition and time.

This is not that time and he finds a vacant seat, slipping in to it to sit quietly, eyes drawn by the loud colors and the fictional world of... very, very young people.]

Pardon? I'm afraid I wasn't listening. What would I be agreeing to?

[Face turned to Daisy until he can see the outline of her in the corner of his eye.]

pool tables!

[ruinously]

[ playing pool is his jam, and he's very, very good at it. He's right there and ready to play, picking up a cue as well, leaning on it a little. ]

Me too. [ Not since one of the missions anyway, but still. It's nice to not have to play to eat. ]

8-ball?

food

[villast]

[ booker gives her one of his deadpan 'are you seriously asking me this right now?' looks, pausing in mid-reach of getting himself one of the strawberry kiwi ones. ]

I can't tell if that's a trick question or not.

a not-dying guy - ota

[firstroar]

[how many months has it been? the only film Blue ever saw with the crew all together was Titanic, and that was...a while ago. he's been sick ever since, but now? now, Blue is bright-eyed and eager to interact, no longer withering to dust in a body well past its expiration date.

that said: the Mu needs to get back into this food-eating business. it's why he spends a bit more time giving great consideration to the spread than is likely necessary, watching what other people pick first and hoping to get a read on their feelings on it all. he's a sponge for that kind of emotional input, after all.]

I don't even know where to start...!

[groupiedrifter]

Me neither...

[Newton stares and practically drools at the sight of the completed food table, honestly. What? He had spent all day setting stuff up! He forgot to stop and eat something sustainable! Looking over at Blue, he casually drapes an arm over the other's shoulder and gives him a supportive little shake.]

I'd totally start with the — uh! What did they call them...? Sfog-lia-telle. [Spoken like a man who re-read that word from a message in his own head. Because he did.] They look all soft and flaky!

deano - ota

[ruinously]

[ Godzilla vs. Mothra? Oh fuck yeah. He's here for this, it's one of his favorites, and he's planting his ass right down to watch, but he's most excited for kaiju movies and the capri-sun he's holding.

It's spiked with liquor of course, but man he hasn't had one of these since he was a kid, and he's happy as a clam.

Also happy to have his legs back.

He can be found watching the movies (all of them), and he is so monopolizing that pool table, happy to play a game, hustle a little, though there really isn't much to win. Still, go nuts, play with him a little. ]

[shadysided]

[Ziggy's eyebrow goes up the moment the pool table hits her line of vision. Sure, she's kind of an old lady when it comes to most things 'modern'... but, like, pool. Any normal dumbass should know how to play a mean game of pool; it's practically a life skill you learn in any small, boring town.]

Let me guess: the only thing you're better at than pool is stabbing stuff.

... And maybe eating bar peanuts.

[She's just teasing, really. It's an art of hers.]

not actually here

[coordination]

[ How sad that this bitch is currently unconscious and minus an arm in the infirmary. No movie night for Yzak.
]

[groupiedrifter]

Natasha Romanoff | MCU | OTA

[deaddrop]

[Natasha helps herself to a Capri Sun without an ounce of hesitation, even if there might be more than a little irony in it. One of the world's deadliest assassins sipping from a little straw? It's more likely than you'd think. Which isn't to say she won't help herself to the alcohol later in the night.

At this point she's probably pre-gamed a little already, making her little juice pouch a nice little break between more adult beverages.

As far as activities go, she'll circle the pool table like a shark, just waiting for a victim. A little too bland as she engages a target.]

Play often?

[She will also help herself to some of the sfogliatelle, making herself comfortable with pastry and something to drink (alcohol again, probably) as she settles in to watch Seven Samurai.

Just today, she might be inclined to sit a little closer to some people than she would normally. People she considers friends. Such a person might find that Natasha is inclined, at some point, to lean lightly against their shoulder, not quite resting her head against them.

If they don't say anything, she won't.]

[aurable]

I actually have no idea what I'm looking at.

[ Drift admitted when Natasha noticed him eyeing the pool table between quieter moments of Seven Samurai playing in the background. In his hand was a rocks glass with a vibrant, incandescent pink liquid sloshing around a couple of ice cubes. ]

Ok, notno idea, but I just know it as "that game people in movies play during the bad guy bar scenes."

[laviny]

[Yelena takes a seat next to Nat as she settles in to watch The Seven Samurai with the basket she’s working on making. Look, it’s the perfect thing to keep her hands busy, ok.

When she notices Natasha leaning on her, she leans back a little.]

Is something bothering you?

pool

[ruinously]

Yeah.

[ He leans a hip against the table, rolling the pool cue between his fingers, staring down at the green felt that brings back memories of Sam, of his old man teaching him how to hustle, of teamwork and times that maybe weren't easy, but familiar.

He's tired. He's tired of this station, he's tired of people disappearing, he's tired in general.

He's been saying that since he was twenty. ]

Used to do it to earn money to eat. Old man wasn't exactly the best caretaker.

[shadysided]

[Ziggy has taken up space with her own Capri Sun, and standing next to Natasha, they look like similarly-shaded stacking dolls; we just need a third, shorter redhead to complete the unholy trinity.]

... I've played a few times.

But then I get kicked out for not being old enough to drink at the bar, most of the time.

[hashtag troublemaker]

[romancekiller]

[there were quite a few new additions and an assortment of activies for this movie night that she was unfamiliar with she just goes with it. clarke has been mostly watching people play more than participating for now, in between watching some of the movies that newt had lined up before she wanders back over to the pool table to check it out again.

it seemed simple enough from what she observed but she wasn't convinced that was all there was to it. it's not long before she spots natasha addressing her though and from hearing the question she firmly shakes her head] No— I know it's some kind of game, but we never had much like this back home.

Yelena Belova | MCU | ota

[laviny]

[Okay, so Yelena is absolutely here for this. She starts off the afternoon with a capri sun (or, you know, several capri suns) as she watches Clueless. She clearly finds this whole thing delightful.]

I feel so nostalgic right now.

[Later she decides to try her hand at basket weaving. It’s a little like braiding right? She’s pretty sure she can figure it out. And she does. She’s not an expert by any means, but she gets the hang of it and finds a rhythm to it. She ends up taking her basket-in-progress to work on as she watches The Seven Samurai. It’s a long movie and the basket keeps her hands busy while she watches it.

Oh, and she definitely takes some time to check out the games. She will absolutely play a little pool to start, and then, eventually make her way the DDR set up.]

Hey! I challenge you to a duel.

[yes, she’s talking to you. Do you want to dance battle?]

DDR (choices have sure been made here)

[callada]

Me?

[Rosinante knows she was referring to him, but even so, he glances over his shoulder as if double-checking. Surely, she must have meant someone else, everyone knows he's prone to falling over at any given moment.

What she doesn't know is that he enjoys dancing anyway. And this machine says Dance on it, right? Twice! So he sets his drink down and eyes the screen and the pad curiously.]

This thing does dancing duels?

Rosinante | OTA

[callada]

1. Aha, so this is what Newton was after with his questionnaire. Good on him, too - it's nice to unwind with these regular party offerings, and he spends a moment to eye the birthday calendar.

But then he's quick to pick up a plate and pile it with fish and onigiri, lays a couple tanghulu sticks across that, but then stands puzzled by the drinks. He's no big metal man, but that leaves these... weird silver pouches?

"Did someone forget to get glasses out?" he asks whoever is nearest as he picks up a Capri Sun with a frown. "What is this?"

2. The movies are always fun, but he winds up spending more time near the crafts. He's brought his makeup kit with him - the very same left from the last party, with some custom additions to the contents.

"Here, come on over, let's trade. I'll do makeup for you if you tell me a story from your home. Could be something you've been through, could be something you've heard second or thirdhand," he says with a smile as he gestures to a chair. Meanwhile, he's just sitting cross-legged on the floor. Easier to reach whoever sits by him that way without him having to lean way down to do the makeup.

3. Wildcard - he'll definitely come see what other people are making, and will check out the movies too. Eventually he decides he's not in a party mood and will go for a walk in the sunlight room if anyone would rather run into him there.

Brackets are fine if you hate prose, I'll match!

2

[bindsthedead]

"Well, all right- do you want a story from the Old Kingdom, or Ancelstierre?" Sabriel asks as she sits down, "Because I know a few from both, although the Old Kingdom ones are more exciting."

After all, there was no magic in Ancelstierre, and there had been no war or disaster there for centuries. The Old Kingdom, meanwhile, had known nothing but slow decline for the last few centuries.

Kirigan / Aleksander Morozova. OTA

[cruelyethuman]

[Arriving well after the meeting starts, the Darkling stays on the edge of the festivities. For no reason at all, really. He stands in the darker corners, a capri sun in one hand and a marker in the other.

Waiting, watching, until the poster is left alone. Only then does he venture out from his self-imposed isolation and with determined strokes he crosses out Finn's name.]

What a silly thing.

[After that, and every single time anyone re-adds Finn, he will find his way back to the poster and cross it out again.

When not dabling with vandalism, Kirigan is found at the food table, a stick of honeyed fruits in hand or another capri sun. The watery, artificial flavor is sweet enough to distract from the chemical taste and the tiny war fought over getting the paper-straw in to the plastic bag, is a small victory.

Every time.]

I see. They made this on purpose, just to see who would be worthy of consuming the beverage.

[The darkness that settles around them all as the movies start, is a place to hide. To keep his head down and watch the fictional lives of strangers unravel on the screen and something to keep his mind numb as the minutes turn to hours.

You've got mail is the one that gets his attention the most - the possibilities presented is almost enough to make him sit up and take notes.

Almost.]

Now, how probable would you say this is.

you've got mail baby

[ruinously]

[ Dean's doing some wandering, listless, quietly mourning the loss of another friend, another person who he'd been close to, because that's how his life is, isn't it? The people he gets close to either die or disappear. Hardly any in-between.

At least there's distraction in fiction. ]

Not very, [ he says, squinting at the screen. ] I think they made a bunch of similar Hallmark movies.

Zhao Tianyou | RGG/Yakuza | OTA

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

I. Dance Dance Revolution

[He was absolutely made for this. It's the one thing he keeps going back for more and it holds his attention way longer than any of the movies that play, even the two he's most familiar with that remind him of home. No, he'd much rather be dancing than watching old movies.

Watch him for a while and you'll be rewarded by the sight of someone who clearly had too much time in their youth and who is still quite nimble. He still practices this sort of thing enough to be damn good. The best part of the show is that he doesn't just use footwork to get the job done, but uses all his limbs in his dancing. Not just arm movements to strike poses but there are times when he literally uses his hands to press the buttons instead of his feet. These often involve fancy breakdancing techniques that he manages to time perfectly with the upcoming beats. If you think he has these songs memorized, you'd be correct.

At some point he's claimed the high score for a handful of the most popular songs for the time being. With an arrogant smile he leans over the rail and asks casually.]

Who wants to challenge the champion?

II. Wildcard

[[Anything else during this time period. There's a lot to do and he's pretty outgoing so he'll do almost anything for fun. Will match bracket or prose. Hit me with a prompt or contact me at AisuYoukai if you want to discuss anything.]]

Newton Geiszler | Pac Rim | Bother him wherever!!!

[groupiedrifter]

[Don't think for a moment Newton made any of these food dishes! Never assume he can make anything other than soggy Mac N' Cheese, even, or a bowl of cereal or ice-cream at 2 in the morning. Regardless, he's making himself useful by putting said dishes out on the tables... and sneaking onigiri or the fluffy flaky desserts or what have you; it's easy to catch him red handed in the act, considering the crumbs he unabashedly leaves in his wake.

The thing is, this last few months have been rough. Not just for him, generally, because he'd been battling the after-effects of — well, you-know-what, but also because everyone else has been having it rough. They'd lost a lot of people; not in that they'd died, sure, but it doesn't make the loss any easier when they know their chances of seeing them again were slim. The mood isn't bouncing. Not that it usually is after missions, but... you know what he's talking about, h'okay?

He's just trying to make the mood easier. So movies it is, and food it is, and activities it is. He can be found gravitating and hovering over every table, sitting in on every movie, observing everyone with bated breath in the hopes that they approve of what he's selected. There's tons of stuff he'd never have thought about (look at him; does he seem like basket-weaving or knitting material?) that he's watching other people do with the optimism twinkling in his eye that there's comfort there they can find.

Turns out, it's easier to just make sure everyone else is doing okay!

No wonder good-natured, self-sacrificial hero-type people do that all the time.

Truth be told, though, he gravitates the most toward the pool table and DDR machine.

Now that his medication's been adjusted and his brain's somewhat back to it's old self, he can actually partake in some of the liquor more freely, too. Noooot that he put out much of that... he kind of has been sneaking sips of his own bottle from behind the kitchen counter through the night. It's gotten him all warmed up and loose-limbed, and by the end of the night he's laughing it up and challenging whoever dare so much as look him in the eye to a duel at DDR.]

This here is how I stayed in shape during my 20's, you know! Who doesn't love a little arcade time with the DDR machine? I was a threat at any Dave and Buster's I wandered into!

[... There is an odd point of the night, though, where he's sitting at one of the tables and nervously scribbling on some of the paper with pens supplied for crafts. The weirdest part is the fact that no matter how much you call out to him, he doesn't seem to notice you. Like, at all. Not if he's got his back turned to you.

You'd think he couldn't hear you, or something.]

invading the table for one

[aurable]

Newton! [ Drift called with a certain telltale lilt to his voice. The kind that made it clear he was just on the pleasant side of tipsy, where he had forgotten why he had been drinking in the first place.

There was a very real weight to his holoform as he dropped into the chair beside Newt and the unused pens rattled around the table. As what the flushed warmth as Drift knocked his shoulders against Newt's bulk. ]

You got my favorite movie!

andromache | the old guard

[oiorpata]

[ andy's not a really big movie buff - live plays are her preference - but she no longer needs to be persuaded to stop by the movie nights with the promise of food and drink. she's had a good time at the last two, mostly. ]

[ she pauses at the birthday poster. she's had a lot of different birthdays over the years, and she briefly considers picking one to add to the roster for ximilia, but ultimately keeps walking and makes her first stop, as usual, at the alcohol and the food. she piles her plate with a little bit of everything, mournfully minus the energon though it's very tempting (she does briefly consider it). she even takes a capri sun, for funsies. she pokes the straw through and inhales the whole pouch before she leaves the table. ]

Wild Cherry's the best one. [ she'll take a second for the road, dumping it atop the plate like a literal cherry on a sundae. ]

[ she's perusing the newer activities for the evening when she stops literally mid-step at one particular set up. did this fucker actually get some basket weaving supplies? some honest to god basket weaving? andy smiles in spite of herself, sets her drink and snack plate on the table and immediately starts gathering up some of the pieces to make a fucking basket. there's something oddly soothing about the centuries old familiarity to the way her fingers piece it together. she doesn't remember learning the steps, but she hasn't forgotten how. it's not the speediest process, but she makes progress and doesn't struggle as she slowly yet happily builds her way through the base of it. ]

[morethan084]

[After a very heated argument with the Darkling, Daisy’s just finished downing a good portion of the vodka in her cup when she spots Andy piling things on her plate.]

Oh. Hey.

[Daisy does a decent job of faking a smile, even though she’s feeling anything but happy right now. It’s tempting to just leave, but then she’d just be sulking in her room alone.]

Trying everything?