[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

[oiorpata]

[ as soon as daisy takes them, andy settles her hands atop hers and begins guiding her fingers through the motions. no more words, just showing via hands on demonstration. ]

I don't remember. I must have learned as a child.

[morethan084]

[Daisy’s stomach does a flip, and despite knowing Andy can’t read her mind, she keeps her eyes pointed on the basket. Trying to focus on literally anything other than the feeling of Andy’s fingers on hers.]

It’s hard to imagine you ever being a child.

[She teases, still not looking at her.]

[oiorpata]

Too bad I already said I was once a child or I could have spun some story about being born fully formed. [ athena could be fun to emulate, let her live. ]

[ andy might be leading it, but it's daisy's hands that are physically fixing the basket, the lopsided weaving smoothing out under andy's fingers. she's gentle but firm about it, which is how she handles daisy in most things. ]

You can tease, but it's all imagination to me at this point too.

[morethan084]

I’d believe you.

[This basket would’ve been an absolute disaster if it wasn’t for Andy guiding her through it, and even still, she has no idea what this is going to look like. Frowning at Andy’s words, Daisy lifts her gaze to look at Andy again.]

I’m sorry. That was—

Stupid.

[oiorpata]

That just entices me to come up with the weirdest stories possible.

[ even after the base is fixed, andy keeps helping daisy weave through it, almost using her hands like knitting needles to put the basket together slowly. ]

You're not stupid. It's just too long ago to remember.

[morethan084]

Shouldn’t be too hard, your entire life is pretty insane.

[Well, this basket is coming along a lot faster now that Andy is actively helping.]

I know, I should just know better by now.

[oiorpata]

Live as long as I have and your life too will become insane.

[ she is at least aware of the more absurd things about her existence. thousands of years is a lot of time for insanity. ]

[ andy briefly gives daisy's hands a reassuring squeeze in the midst of the weaving, but it does not disrupt the flow. ]

You're curious. I just don't always have the answers. Maybe your memory's getting as shitty as mine.

[morethan084]

[Daisy grimaces at that,]

My life has never been sane my entire life, can’t imagine an eternity of that.

[Smiling sadly at the hand squeeze, Daisy snorts out a laugh at Andy’s remark that maybe her memory is going.]

I’m sure all of the concussions I’ve gotten over the years don’t help either.

[oiorpata]

Is anyone's? Besides, as you've noticed, you tend to forget half of it.

[ the sheer amount of time she has existed in is simply impossible to remember in entirety. even regular aged humans can't recall their whole lives. ]

[ the basket is tiny but it is looking very much like a basket now, round and secure and solid. it's not anything heavy duty, but it isn't meant to be. it's just a tiny start for tiny trinkets. she pulls daisy's hands to begin the top of it, to seal over the rim and make sure it doesn't come undone. ]

You're really not helping dissuade me from your penchant for injuries thing.

[morethan084]

Yeah, still not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

[Daisy admits, still looking down at the small little basket instead of Andy.]

Hm. Pot, meet kettle.

[She teases, lifting her gaze to look around the room and catching sight of something she wishes she hadn’t. Stomach dropping, she quickly looks away and tries to pull her hands from Andy’s.]

Are we done here?

[Because the urge to flee is growing as a knot forms in her throat.]

[oiorpata]

Again, mine don't last. [ she can't keep bringing that up when andy has 1000% less recovery time! ]

[ she's still working through the final stretch of the basket when she feels daisy tense up, and andy's gaze shifts. she follows daisy's line of sight even as she hurriedly looks away, and her frown deepens. ]

[ she tightens her grip on daisy's hands. ]

No. But almost. And I'm not letting you free until you promise me you're not going to be self-destructive tonight about it. [ the option to punch gleb is still on the table. ]

[morethan084]

[For now. Daisy almost says, but she know that won’t change anything. Andy will still be reckless.

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, her eyes start burning with the threat of tears. Her voice is tight, trying not to snap at Andy.]

I just want to get out of here.

[oiorpata]

[ softly: ] I know.

[ she starts to pull daisy's fingers through the final pieces, sealing off the rim of the basket. ]

I want you to have a little basket that you made. I'm going to give you this sense of completion, and then I think you really need to beat the shit out of something.

[morethan084]

[As much as Andy is trying to help her focus on this rather than the Darkling, her words are drowned out by the emotions bubbling up in her. Jaw tight as she forces herself not to look at him again, Daisy pulls her hands away as soon as Andy lets go.]

I’m going to get another drink.

[oiorpata]

[ this time she doesn't reach to take daisy's hands again, but she does frown. ]

I'll meet you at the door. [ daisy could very well sneak out but andy will find her, at least for a little while. ]

[morethan084]

[It’s very tempting to just sneak out when Andy wasn’t looking, but she knows Andy. She’ll just come find her regardless, and maybe Daisy just doesn’t want to be alone. Even if she won’t openly admit it.

Grabbing the almost empty bottle of vodka, she makes a point to look at nothing but the ground until she gets to the door. Completely forgetting about the basket Andy mostly made.]

I’ll be fine, if you want to stay here.

[oiorpata]

[ she meets daisy at the door as stated, with her own collection of snacks and booze and the little basket they made together. ]

The trick to getting people to believe you're fine is to allow for a little bit of concern rather than just constantly repeating a mantra of everything being fine. Nobody is fine all the time as much as you insist you are.

[ she nods vaguely at the expanse of the ship. ] We should go to the training room.

[morethan084]

[She’s too emotionally exhausted, and drunk, to try and deny that Andy was right. Instead she starts making her way out of the room, not wanting to stay in there any longer than she had to.

Had he done that to get her attention? To hurt her? Or was he so self absorbed that he didn’t care?]

M’too drunk to punch things right now.

[Which should be a sign for her to stop drinking, but as she speaks she’s lifting the bottle of vodka to her lips. Leaning against the wall she takes a shots worth.]

[oiorpata]

Then I'll walk you to your room. And tomorrow you should beat the shit out of something, with or without me around.

[ it's cathartic, daisy. she scoops her arm under daisy's and lifts her easily away from the wall to help her move along towards her room. ]

[morethan084]

[Bottle dropping back to her side, Daisy leans her head back against the wall and exhales slowly in an attempt to stop the wave of dizziness.]

Are you offering to be a punching bag?

[She asks teasingly before Andy peels her off of the wall and she doesn’t fight her on it.]

[oiorpata]

[ andy tugs at her, pulling daisy to lean into her so she doesn't fall over. ]

Not even you could willingly get me to be someone's punching bag, Daisy.

[ but now she contemplates making kirigan gleb the punching bag. ]

[morethan084]

[Daisy leans heavily into Andy, the alcohol making her legs feel like lead.]

You’d probably take me down in two seconds anyway.

[oiorpata]

[ she holds all of daisy's weight easily, without so much as batting an eye. she even briefly thinks about just carrying her before pushing it aside and walking them down the hall, towards daisy's room. ]

Maybe three, depending on your powers.

[morethan084]

That’d be cheating.

[Daisy points out, the bottle she’s holding sloshing all around as her arm flops around at her side.]

M’not a cheater.

[oiorpata]

[ the temptation to carry her grows. ]

I know. So I guess I'm taking this hypothetical victory. [ just like she continues to take daisy down the hallway. ]