[OPEN] An OTA for any post-mission threads! And Movie Night.

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: The crew!
LOCATION: The Mess Hall
DATE: After the mission / Movie Night, the day after the mission!
CONTENT: Feel free to use this log as somewhere to play out closed starters or what-have-you for any post-mission needs! There is also a movie night (sorta) in which the crew can contribute to it, as Newton is going to be out sick for this one.
WARNINGS: Nothing severe! But mark your comments if needed.

Upon returning from the mission, things need to take a real breather, huh? Not only have some of their folks returned home recently, but the witnessing of two crews getting gobbled up by pissed off dragons is also a thing. Not that a lot of the crew would probably contest the outcome wasn't somewhat deserved — caging living creatures to steal away from their families would definitely fall under 'stupid games, stupid prizes' that Americans love to say. Or whoever invented that (it was definitely not Tom Clancy, despite what some people say).

Anyway, everyone's back to mingling into the station, tired and victorious and maybe a little put-out by the overall murder and maiming. Business as usual, right?

So, Newt does what he usually does! Attempt to set up the mess hall for another typical movie night.

Only, he has fallen actually sick.

So the movie night is gonna have to rely solely on the crew, this go-around.

Upon entering the mess hall, many will find the usual things half-heartedly strewn about: the movie projector with the DVD player, sitting unused on one of the tables. The white cloth used to project on, half-hung and abandoned, looking like the world's worst sheet ghost on Halloween. Stacked dinner and snack plates with nothing on them are still in the kitchen, not yet moved around. In fact, the only thing that seems to have been fully supplied is a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor and one bag of 5 lbs., unopened sour patch kids on a chair.

Newt, it seems, has been put down for the day with his pirate-world-flu. Pirate Flu?

(It's not scurvy.)

Anyone stopping in will have to fend for themselves and provide any movies, music, food or additional goodies for this movie night, while Newton Geiszler is forced into bedrest by Chishiya and Yujin (who have the patience of saints in this situation).

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[zune]

[ It's in the midst of Newt dragging chairs and tables around in the mess hall, looking overheated and sweaty and downright like his body could just melt into the floor like something from a cartoon, that Peter happens to be out for a quick rehydration stint before he returns back to his training.

(A guy's gotta keep up, after all, if he doesn't want to end up in a potato-state that gets him made fun of, and then has everyone fawning of that freakin' god of thunder guy, and then he winds up being the schlub that everyone leaves behind, and yeah. YEAH it's a whole thing, but it's not a thing he's even remotely going down the rabbit hole of while a buddy's in need of a hand.

And maybe some cold medicine.) ]

Whoa, dude. You might wanna slow down, huh?

[groupiedrifter]

Uh? Tch! Pffht. Ha!

[Is this a new language? This is a new language. A newt language. The language of the sickly. The language of someone who is trying really hard to think of something witty to say but is spinning their mental tires.]

It's gonna take more than some rugged handsome Galaxy Guardian [tm] to get Dr. Newton Geiszler to slow down! [This is the real potato-state, Peter. Like, a baked potato that is very warm and should be thrown into a bed and smothered in medication instead of sour cream. This metaphor is really getting away from me.

Anywho, Newt wags his hands at the air.]

Besides, I got a lot of work to do! These tables aren't gonna move themselves.

[He's what you call 'fever feral'.]

[zune]

[ Hold up — ]

— you think I'm rugged and handsome?

[ Aww. And his voice goes a little soft at that, totally derailed from his initial and more resolute approach to the sickly guy moving furniture around, before he remembers himself.

He scrubs at his face. ]

That's work other people can do. [ Not him.

Okay.

Maybe him. ] What you should be doing is heading back to your room and sleeping for like at least twenty-four hours with hot lemon water and your favourite tunes. At least that's what my mom used to do for me whenever I got sick.

[ Before he ... kinda just stopped getting sick. Likely because of the Celestial DNA that started to strengthen him past simple human sickness. Weird that he never put that together until now. ]

[groupiedrifter]

Are you serious?

[Sniffling, he looks skeptically over at Peter.]

What's with you attractive people not recognizing you're hot shit? You're, like, a total supermodel! [But aw, man, talk about his mom. That's super sweet. Newt can't relate, his mom was a total dud — great singer, though. Gotta give that to Monica.] ... Smart lady. Hot lemon water and favorite tunes does sound like a nice little break...

But — I've always set these up. It feels weird not doing it just because I'm a little under the weather.

[His brain is soup. Don't listen to him.]

[zune]

I am totally telling Gamora that.

[ So, you know, she knows that she's landed a total hottie unLIKE THAT THOR GUY or whatever, it's fine, his insecurities are so deep he's drowning in them help newt

ANYWAY ]

I dunno man, you're looking a little more than a little under the weather. I'd say that the weather's got you buried.

[ And here's where he relents. He's too easy. ]

Here — how about you direct me? You know, like I'll do the physical stuff, but you can just tell me where to put it.

[groupiedrifter]

Ugh, all the cute ones are always taken...

[Mutter mutter.

But after a moment, he gives a skeptical, unsure glance.]

... You really wanna help set up?

[He usually flies solo by the seat of his pants for these. Not that he's ever even asked anyone to help; he's just a busybody who needs to always have a project, or else he's eternally bored between missions.]

[zune]

[ Even Peter (okay, fine, espECIALLY Peter) is susceptible to the siren call of a well-meaning compliment, and he'll be buoyed by this for the rest of the day, thank you very much. ]

Yeah! Sure, why not? [ Put these muscles to good use and all that. ] As long as you promise to take it easy by a notch or ten. We're gonna need everyone at their best for whatever comes next, you know?

[groupiedrifter]

[Man, it's hard to be a contrary, overexerted little shit when people are nice and offer to handle things for you when you feel like garbage warmed over. So he rubs his arm, glancing around the woefully unprepared room, and sighs out his nose.]

I gotta admit, I really could use a few hand-outs right now.

This room was starting to spin there for a while.

[zune]

Exactly. We can't have you falling over from fever either during tonight or on the mission, and I'm not gonna offer this to just anyone.

[ It's a good deal! Peter gets nothing out of it ... but it's fine, it's still a good deal. Oh man, he's a total softie isn't he? The compliment from earlier helped too. Shh, whatever. ]

So what do you say, boss?

[groupiedrifter]

[Snort.]

You're a good guy, Pete.

... But alright. You got yourself a deal. And hey — you get full reign on the music. Even some of the movies. That's a totally awesome deal. [He thinks, anyway. He'd do whatever for a party if it meant picking the jams and shows. Then again, maybe that's why he'd been so happy to fill this role all along. Sniffling, he rubs a hand over his face.] Maybe I'll just... take a nap. Yeah. Nap's good.

[He proceeds to wander toward the exit —

Nope! Just kidding.

He wanders over to the nearest pile of pillows and blankets, immediately flopping down into them.]

wrapped? 🎀

[zune]

Sure, but I'm seriously gonna need to know where —

[ Peter had been looking towards the chairs and tables still yet to be moved, and now he turns back to Newt for a little more direction. ]

— okay. I can probably figure it out.

[ And he is looking forward to choosing the tunes and some of the movies. Saying that, yeah, the deal probably is a good one.

So he'll leave Newt to his nap because the little dude definitely deserves one. He'll even search out a random afghan lying around to throw it over him so he doesn't get so cold. ]