[OPEN MINGLE] aaaaaaas yooooou wiiiiiiish...!

[groupiedrifter]

CHARACTERS: Everyone! It's a mingle!
LOCATION: The Mess Hall (and Kitchen, on occasion)
DATE: not long after the 2nd mission
CONTENT: REALLY JUST... MOVIES AND COMFY BLANKETS. Yep, that's it.
WARNINGS: your character will see kate winslet's booby at some point. it's a good booby.

You may notice, in the day just before the scheduled movie-watching night, that a lot of pillows go missing. A lot of blankets, too. Where the hell —

Ahhhh. Right. Newton.


Welcome to the "Very Relaxed Easy Breezy Pajama Positive Post-Mission Sleepover" — yes, that is what was drawn in big letters on the sign outside of the mess hall, and he's not changing it, thank you very much. Everyone's generally advised to just come in whatever they're comfortable in and to bring whatever soft, comfy items they may possess. Soooomeone has, in fact, swiped a considerable amount of emergency blankets and pillows (and some from the laundry area, sorry), and the floor of the Mess Hall is now dramatically soft with a deluge of pillows that have turned the linoleum ground into the lumpy clouds you'd find straight out of a child's drawing. Some spots under and around the tables have even been raised into little forts, so you can live out your best hermit lives and pretend you're in a cave.

(And hey, make your own if you want; nobody's gonna stop you.)

There are still tables, sure, it's kind of like that game, 'the ground is lava'? Only now it's 'the ground is pillows'. You get it. Before the movie plans to start, there are a few important tasks to be done: firstly, they need food. Popcorn was easy — popcorn is kind of a perfect emergency food, actually. Kernels + fire = success! But really, they need people who are savvy in the kitchen to make some snacks for the movie. That's why for the first hour, before they're set to start, they're gonna drag anyone even remotely capable of cooking (who isn't injured still, of course) into the kitchen to help with this cause.

Godspeed, please make them something good, chefs.

While that's going on, Newton proceeds to display the fine art of shadow puppets on the currently unused projector — how lucky are they, that the mess hall has a bunch of big, beautiful white walls? Eventually he gets out some paper and scissors and gets really ridiculous —


And maybe he'll wax poetic about how he and his uncle used to spend all night making these when Newton was sick with the flu... Which is to say, you all should make shadow puppets with him. What? Did you say that it's a childish partaking? Well that's just rude, and it won't be tolerated, especially considering the first movie that plays once everything's set up is The Princess Bride. A story full of adventure! Of Rodents Of Unusual Size! Of Andre the Giant! What's there not to love, especially for those who have never seen a movie before?

Popcorn and other treats made by any kind Sleepers will be given to the hungry, and anyone who's still in a pretty bad state will get lots of pillows shoved under their legs.

The second movie is Titanic, and a certain someone has stealthily placed concerning tissue boxes around the area, some of which read 'IN CASE OF CRYING - EMERGENCY USE'. It's a longer one, and warning is given for length, but where else do you have to be? Ah, yes, the thrilling love story of Jack and Rose — can't wait to scandalize all the modest folks with that nude drawing scene! But more importantly, this ship is gonna hit an iceberg, and Kate Winslet is gonna walk through literal ice-cold water for her man Leo. You love to see it.

Just have those tissues handy if you're a sensitive person, especially during that scene where Jack's looking down at Rose and the flares are going off behind him? Anyone else get weepy at that? No? Okay, I'll just sit over here.

Once both movies have ended, everyone's welcome to stay there, of course. Why bother leaving, when you've got everything you need to sleep right here? A certain someone has used empty tins and has punched dozens of holes in them, leaving them around the mess hall tables with lights inside, so that they're not all totally left in the dark; it leaves blurry little stars scattered across the walls, imperfect but lit all the same.

See, sometimes Newt can make a quiet event happen.

... Sometimes.

On very rare occasion.

Good night, Orbers!

(OOC: Feel free to use this log however you'd like! Knowing me, I'll probably hit everyone with Newt at some point, because I'm a glutton for inbox punishment, but this is a log for everyone to mingle together and do whatever floats their boat; if you'd rather just handwave your character came to this, feel free! It's just a little thing for destressing for the characters. I'll never let go, Jack!

As always, any mention of or interaction with Newt is cool, I'll appear like a ghoul in your top level.)

Comments

Tony

[arc_reactor]

Kitchen

( Popcorn alone isn't gonna cut it, Tony's in agreement with Newt, so he's poked around their rations and come up with DIY mostly-nachos and crudités. Most of the prep work is in cutting vegetables and assembling various dips-slash-toppings, which he's happily humming away at.

Thinking of nibbling? )

Hey! ( He lowers the knife he's unintentionally brandishing, oops. )

You've got time to snack, you've got time to help. Stir that or slice up the rest of these pickles.


Titanic

( At some point between films he scurried off with a plate or two to anyone not in-residence at the watch party, but right now he's made it up to fogged-windows-getting-smeared-by-sweaty-hands (no iceberg yet), full of food and getting sleepy.

So sleepy he might just doze right off beside, or even against, whoever's joined him. Sorry (or not sorry?), new-and-decently-safe-pillow, but at least he doesn't snore? )

Kitchen

[unclesam]

Dude, I will pour an entire bottle of hot sauce into your mouth in your sleep. Don't try me.

[ And Sam stops for a moment after saying that as if actually considering. Which, given his room mate, might just be a vague, nebulous idea that will get Sam himself murdered.

A deliberation for another day. Maybe just some tabasco in Bucky's tooth paste... anyway. ]

Relax, unlike half the Avengers, my knife skills do extend to the kitchen, y'know.

Peter Quill ★

[spacedisaster]

Vol 1. Kitchen

---

[ Peter had promised Newt to help with the snacks and that's what he's doing. He's busy in the kitchen baking chocolate cookies, making peanut butter caramel popcorn, small pizza croissants, hummus, and even nachos with guacamole. ]

There, those are ready if you want to bring them to the mess hall. [ Peter says to the person who just walked into the kitchen, waving towards a tray full of different mugs with hot cocoa and coffee latte. The cocoa has plenty of marshmallows in them, while each cup of coffee shows a different type latte art. There's even a kitty. What? He got creative, sue him. ]


Vol2. Movies

---

Movies

[ Peter had been having a good time, really, he did. He got a little melancholic watching the Princess Bride, it was a blast from the past, something that reminded him of a time when he still had what could pass as a normal childhood. But he had been doing well. More or less.

It isn't until much later at night - why do they make 3 hour-long movies now is still beyond him - when Titanic sucker punches him right in the feelings. First, it was the ship's band playing until the very end. The old couple in the bed, choosing to die together with the song "Nearer My God To Thee" in the background. Whoever made the soundtrack of this movie is either a genius or the devil, or both. Jack's death is bad enough, but then you have Rose trying to tell him that a boat is coming and then realizing it's already too late...and by then Peter is in floods of tears. Fuck this movie, honestly.

Peter is resting against half a dozen pillows and blankets, hugging another to his chest to give himself a degree of comfort, and trying to hide the fact that he's an almost-40-years-old man crying at a movie because it hit far too close home. The light sniffing coming from him might give him away, though, if the tear tracks down his checks don't do it first.

The first person to make fun of him is getting a whole ass pillow shoved down their throat, Peter has decided. ]

v2

[firstroar]

[hard to get away with that kind of reaction when you're near shoulder-to-shoulder to an empath. but make fun? unlikely. so while the flickering images of actors pretending to die tragically doesn't pull at Blue's heart the way it's designed to, the reactions of those around him does - particularly this one.

Blue's head turns just slightly so Peter's profile can be caught in his peripheral, piqued more by the sudden resolve to violence for the sake of those tears. why would anyone make fun of him...?

instead, he'll just intercept the tissue box inevitably being passed around and hold it for him.]

v1

[majorbiotic]

[Kaidan wandered into the kitchen to get something to drink and pauses to examine the latte art. He smiles looking at them, then looks up at Peter]

Did you do all those?

ota

[firstroar]

o1.
[the congregation of minds is worthy of investigation enough, to say nothing of needing to...you know...eat and drink to live. Blue appears somewhere in the last half hour of that first film, puzzled by the array of impressions - nostalgia, scrutiny, cynicism, sincere comfort...

he doesn't immediately encroach on the viewing, instead slowly walking into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water and catch his breath; while walking isn't the absolute torture march from cycles earlier, it still takes a lot out of him.

here is where he'll linger for a while, his attention on the wall separating him from the screening.

he's paying attention, honest. just in a weird, psychic way.]


o2.
[being eventually coaxed into the mess hall in one way or another, Blue lets himself be set down, bundled up, and likely wedged between equally wrapped-up people for the accounting of a whirlwind romance aboard a doomed, archaic sea vessel.

right away, it's clear he doesn't wholly understand how to invest in this alone, because he's quite distracted by the way others around him are invested. the closest comparison to this he has is reviewing old military recordings onboard the ship he and his people share in hiding. this leans more closely to the flowery propaganda from the SD government in a way he's not wholly comfortable with, but it's not something he's going to get up in arms about.

it's just really hard to pay attention.

he sits quietly with a soft frown playing on his lips, tired eyes not even entirely focused on the screen while his attention drifts to the others in the room. their impressions, their own possible distractions...

he's kind of watching this thing vicariously through other people.

as one does. probably.]

[psychic powers/permissions]

01

[bindsthedead]

Blue?

[Sabriel's in soft, comfortable clothing for once, a mug of tea held in one hand.]

What do you think of the film? [Sabriel's enjoying it, much to her surprise. Films had seemed like part of her time in Ancelstierre, which had since passed.]

2

[coordination]

[ Yzak has a lot of active thoughts in general, but boy howdy as he watches Titanic, they seem to multiply and there's not only a constant stream of thoughts about it, but layers beneath that, and layers even beneath that at times.

Enjoy the ride, Blue.

He definitely recalls reading about this ship during his history courses, but didn't know there was enough to make an entire movie about it. Much less a fictional one! Kind of weird, though, making a movie about a real tragedy
(it's so incredibly uncomfortable to think about a movie about the wars that spanned over the last few years he had to endure - about fictional families on Junius Seven or any of the six PLANTs that were just recently destroyed. and, how would he be presented in something like that?)
(would he be painted in a good or a bad light?)
(he's an accomplished major and is doing all he can for his people, so obviously he'd be presented well)
(and his sins? the atrocities he's committed and skirted death for?)
(he should go back to focusing on the movie)

There's no surprise whatsoever at the whole Rose storyline where her arranged marriage is concerned. It's not as common in his world! And if it is, it's for a good reason, like Issues™ cropping up with your people.
(and he has something similar lined up for him, already full of prospects suggested by his mother)
(forced by his mother)
(an issue to attend to when he's less busy)
(he's not that busy)
(the movie! back! to the movie!)

God, Jack would annoy the shit out of Yzak if they were friends, he could feel it. Charming and chatty and pushy in the right way, helping people cheer up.
(he likes those types)
(he would have a crush on ja—)
(WOAH FUCK, SHIT, BACK TO THE MOVIE)

Oh boy, the stereotypical "rich people are boring let's show how the third class is infinitely cooler" scene.
(but is it completely untrue? how many of these greedy politicians that he has to deal with back home does he want to punch in the face?)
(oh man he's not this boring, is he?)
(hell no Yzak Jule knows how to have fun. he's HERE watching a movie with his team, isn't he?)
(he could still stand to lighten up a little)
(okay but he's not as bad as THESE kinds of people, which is infinitely better. so that's that)

Oh god it's A TITTY.
(titties are ok but not like this god he's flushing and going for an awkward sip of his tea. tea-tea instead of tit-ty)
(jack draws really nice though yzak appreciates art)

Right, this was a movie about a real tragedy. Here comes the tragedy part.
(the rest was pretty okay! okay enough that the impending doom wasn't on his mind until now)
(he's into this)
(it's odd though after a life where their own tragedies were due to wmds and nuclear weapons that this one is an iceberg)
(he guesses it doesn't matter what causes that pain, the pain doesn't feel any different)

Of course Rose's mom is a classist and views those lower than her status as 'lesser'.
(is this hitting a little too close to home?)
(his mother would absolutely say these things, fuck)
(wait would that make him rose)
(the movie ...... focus on THE MOVIE!!!)

He's actually impressed with Rose's ... he wouldn't consider it aim, maybe more luck, when it comes to getting those handcuffs off.
(somehow when you're trying to save someone in that kind of situation, it all comes together right)
(saving cute blonds from dying is a vibe)

Oh now this is starting to suck.
(it's a movie, but based on a real tragedy, so this kind of shit actually happened to real people)
(really makes one think about the very real suffering that happens all the time back home)
(lots of these people probably had family that were devastated to hear about this)
(and how many people has he personally caused that for?)
(focusing on the movie is still the better idea here but it's a touch more reluctant!)

Aw shit Jack's gonna die, isn't he. Of course this is going to be a romance tragedy too.
(can he not fit on that door too though)
(sudden math calculations)
(guess that doesn't matter since this is for the emotional impact anyway)
(:( jack)

OF COURSE SHE HAD THE FUCKING NECKLACE THE WHOLE TIME.
(but also it's nice that she got away from all that bullshit)
(not doing something expected of you by mommy, must b nice)
(not that he'd even want that!)
(hm)
(living with no regrets and doing the things you promised you would)
(he wants that. but who doesn't?)

Is this some ghost afterlife shit for the ending.
(it's always weird to think about, knowing so many people who are gone)
(he doesn't really believe in that sort of thing)
(but it's a nice concept, isn't it? seeing those people again)
(apologizing to so many of them)
(getting a chance to say something you never got the chance to)
(being here, though, can't that potentially make that a reality...?)

And the credits roll. After The Yzak Experience of this movie, though, they might feel more like this. ]

01. we have fun, blue

[groupiedrifter]

[Oh, good! You're in the kitchen!

That means you'll tell Newton that the cookies he has baking in the oven appear to be leaking smoke, right?

Because they are just. Leaking a concerning smoky smell.

Quietly, without supervision.]

Kaidan Alenko

[majorbiotic]

1. Kitchen Duty

[Kaidan doesn't mind being asked to work the kitchen. He's worn casual clothes of sweatpants and a plain shirt for the occasion. He hunts around for ingredients for some snacks to make everyone. He serves up poutine, some coffee crisps, and maltesers. Why not make some traditional Canadian snacks?]

2. Movies

[At some point in the evening Kaidan has put on a hoodie to get even more comfortable. Admittedly Kaidan hasn't seen that many movies in his life. He has seen a Blasto vid and he somehow got talked into watching Fleet and Flotilla with Ashley and Tali back in the day, but he's definitely never seen these older vids. So when Princess Bride starts, he's extremely confused. He does get into it after a while, laughing at the funny bits and getting really into the action]

Wow, this is such a good story. Is there really a book about it too?

[And then later when it's time to watch Titanic, he watches with quiet interest. Even in his time that ship is still pretty infamous. Kaidan just sort of solemnly takes it all in]

movies!

[winscenario]

[ Jim currently has a small serving of Kaidan's very poutine on his lap, and he looks very comfortable against the pile of pillows where he and Kaidan are sitting together. The movie's fun in a very unexpected way, and thoroughly entertaining. ]

I have no idea. This is the first I hear of it, too.

Finn

[hatejakku]

A. "He's only mostly dead."

[ Finn doesn't know anything about the films he's about to see. It wasn't really intentional, he just didn't care. He's here to be with friends and have fun. So, naturally, he's confused as hell throughout the first half or so of The Princess Bride.

He's following the plot fine, but he can't decide if this is a tragic love story or a hilarious adventure. Both? The whole time that Westley and Buttercup are traveling through the forest, he's tense and clinging a little to whoever's next to him. And then the torture and what happens to Westley and and--

Someone said this film was going to be funny and they were liars, because Finn is crying through this. It's not fair, they only just found each other again- But he- he comes back? Whatever, the point is, Finn's having a lot of emotions over here. But the part that really gets him is:

"Give us the gate key."
"I don't have the gate key."
"Fezzik, tear his arms off."
"Oh, you mean this gate key."

He'll apologize later if you guys have to pause the movie, because he is crying laughing right now and can't breathe, he's very sorry. ]


B. "You jump, I jump."

[ Much like the first film, Finn doesn't know what he's getting into when Titanic starts. Sure, he kinda gets the picture that the ship is going to sink with this old woman on it (when she was a lot less old), but he's immediately taken in by the characters and story to really worry about what's to come. He's absolutely enraptured, feeling a very personal connection to this romance and-

Well, you know where this is going. Again, an emotional rollercoaster, and he's already cried quite a bit for many of the characters before the ship even goes down. And once it does-... Once it does, it takes a lot of goddamn willpower to not throw a pillow at the screen and scream at Rose to get off the damn door and let Jack have a turn or scoot over or something, for pity's sake. Because Finn knows what it's like to be in freezing water and he knows exactly what's going to happen and then-

Yeah. He's a mess. The pillow he almost threw is hugged tight to his chest, his face half tucked behind it so he can still watch the movie, and the tears don't stop even when the credits begin. And if you thought he was going to move, yeah, he's not.

He hates this movie. Terrible. 0/10. ]

you jump, i jump

[winscenario]

[ It's nearing the end of the movie at this point, and Jim has pretty much forgotten all about his snacks, having set them aside. Instead he has snuggled up to Finn's side in their little blanket fort, covers tucked up to their waists for added comfort, arm looped around Finn's waist.

He knew the Titanic's history, of course, but it's still something else entirely to see it sink, even if it's only a movie. To see the characters struggle through it, a shuddered breath sucked in as the last bit of the ship plunges into the ocean. ]

A.

[laviny]

[Yelena has seen this movie before, a very long time ago, when she was a child in Ohio. She doesn’t remember much, except that she generally enjoyed it, though she’s pretty sure she was freaked out by the ROUSes at the time.She didn’t think she’d end up watching it again on a space station, but here she is. She’s not mad about it, though. It’s a nice reminder of an easier time in her life.

She hears Finn crying? Laughing? Hyperventilating? She can’t tell, actually. It’s a little concerning, though she doesn’t actually know the guy.]

Are you…okay?

A.

[spacedisaster]

[ Peter has fond memories of the Prince's bride and somehow, those had helped him forget that it can be heartbreaking at times. He knows it all ends well, so that helps him enjoy it more. Mid-movie, he disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes to retrieve more snacks for people, and comes back hanging out bowls filled with peanut butter caramel popcorn.

He walks over to hand one to Finn when he hears the man losing it, and Peter can't help the smile that blooms on his face. He plops down next to Finn, comfortably surrounded by pillows and blankets, and offers him the popcorn. ]

The script is pretty witty, uh? My favorite part of the movie is still Westley being tackled by one of the R.O.U.S. I laugh every time.

Rosinante

[callada]

This is a deeply unusual sort of event that's going on here. Childish, he would have thought, but almost everyone on the station is an adult, and expected to enjoy shadow puppets and blanket forts.

Rosinante is utterly thrown off by this at first. Oh, he's shown up in something soft and comfortable, of course - for in Braccia he scored a couple of very soft ponchos that he simply couldn't let go of, and is now wrapped in one, blue and cream and decorated with geometric shapes.

Someone his size needs a fair few pillows to get truly comfortable. "Are you using this?" he asks, reaching for yet another. Might as well, right? Plenty to go around, it's just that his legs splay out farther than most, especially when he's trying to get to a spot where he won't be blocking anyone's view and manages to tumble over himself in the process with a yelp. He might benefit from someone helping to untangle him from the poncho and all of the blankets now caught around his ankle. Maybe help him clean up all the popcorn he just accidentally flung all over the place - or yell at him for it, he's used to that, too.

"Is this... an Earth tradition?" he asks, once settled, gesturing to the pillow and blanket tents, the shadow puppets, and the emphasis on coziness. "It's not bad, I just haven't seen anything like this." Honestly, not even really as a kid, but that's probably more a reflection on his childhood than what anyone might consider normal.

Eventually, he's got himself a spot to relax, a cigarette, a tub of popcorn and - yeah, that soda has whiskey in it, don't judge too hard. That's when The Princess Bride starts up, and he's immediately drawn in. A story about adventure, and pirates, and romance? Honestly, this is more like it, not this nonsense about space stations and AI and all that. But some of the action has him wincing, has him bracing for the impacts of swords and anything that might remotely resemble some harmful effect. "How do they do all that without hurting each other?" he whispers to whoever's nearest, because he understands stage acting, but not the apparent magic of film.

Oh, and, "That's not a giant," he mutters at one point, confused. That fellow's barely taller than the other humans, that's just a normal person.

But the first movie was fun, and he's eager to stick around for the second and watch another. Especially since this one's about a ship! Still different from what he's used to, but again just familiar enough. Titanic is not a story he already knows, even if it's framed as if it's a historical piece, but that's fine. Other worlds' histories are interesting too.

He spends more time than he probably should being fascinated by how the Titanic even gets around. "No sails? Is this... more like those cars, then, but on water?" he asks, trying to puzzle his way into making sense of it. The romance has him blushing despite himself, because, well. Even if it's not exactly completely explicit, there is a lot more on screen than at any acted play he's ever been to.

And by the end, he's got a little mound of makeup-stained tissues piling up next to him as his tears stream their way down his face. Anyone who's used to him being the tough, stoic mountain of a person might be surprised, but he's not, he's cried over less before. Hope you didn't need that entire box of kleenex, it's his now.

Despite any awkwardness that might linger with Newt, he offers an appreciative smile and a wave by the end of it. Yeah, his makeup is smudged to hell and his eyes are rimmed with pink from the crying, but he's just going to hang out here a bit and not move. Might be the whiskey.

[spacedisaster]

Peter was about to reply that nah, Rosinante could have all the pillows and blankets he wanted when the man suddenly tripped in front of him. That was a long way down, too. Peter's never seen someone this tall before. Or at least not someone this tall AND so human looking.

"Ah, shit...are you okay?" The guardian is now covered in head to toe with stray popcorn, there's even some stuck in his curls, so thanks for that Rosinante, but he doesn't seem to mind too much. He's obviously more concerned for the other man and trying to untangle the blankets around his ankle.

[groupiedrifter]

Newt and Rosinante are still kind of on... weird terms, maybe? Honestly, he's not sure where he stands with the guy after punching him right in the dick, but — the conversation afterward did seem to soothe some of the burn that he'd had over what the guy did on Braccia. And while he hasn't completely forgiven or forgotten, he figures there's really no point in being petulant forever.

It may be shocking to anyone who knows him on the surface level, but Newton can get into a full-on fight with someone one moment and then celebrate scientific breakthroughs with them the next; just ask Hermann.

Standing to Rosinante's left, he winces at the make-up clearly running down his face.

"Jeez, dude. Here, before you stain your shirt."

He holds out another box of kleenex, the instrumental of My Heart Will Always Go On plays over Rose letting Jack sink away from the doorframe Rose is resting across.

Newton Geiszler

[groupiedrifter]

I. The Art of Shadow Puppets

[If you walk in front of the big white wall of the mess hall, the projector light is gonna be suddenly pointed at you; then, just as quickly, the large shadow of a tyrannosaurus rex appears on the wall, with its big mouth open wide.]



Blaaargh, I'm gonna eat you! Arb-narb-narb!

[Holding the paper cutout of the T-Rex in one hand, he wags it around in front of the light just before the shadow he's casting on the wall tries to eat the poor soul just trying to walk by.]

II. The Kitchen

[There's an oven tray of what looks like... uh. Cookies? Well, they used to be cookies, one would think. They're kind of crunchy and black and... not remotely what cookies should look like. Not unless you're planning on using them to write a message on a wall. Newton stands there in his sweats, staring down at them, his arms folded before he bites his thumbnail in thought.]

Huh... I think I must've missed a step somewhere.



[sweet jesus]

III. Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Mistakes

[Newt still has trouble sleeping and he has to admit, some selfish part of him just wanted his friends sleeping around him for a night. It helps a lot when he wakes up with a start, seeing anyone who has decided to sleep here instead of retreating back to their rooms. He may accidentally end up worming over and curling up on the nearest warm body, half-asleep and half-alert.

For some poor soul, Newt sighs under his breath softly beside them: Huh, Hermann?, just before burying his face in the person's ribs and hugging them like a sloth would a tree branch; this person is distinctly not Hermann, so this is awkward.

He does end up bolting upright at some point in the early hours of 'morning', or whatever weird clock they're on right now quantifies as morning, so he eventually crawls out of the cuddle pile with the lingering jitters that a sudden alertness causes and sits at one of the tables while everyone else sleeps on. Gently, he turns one of those tin cans full of holes over absently, then hovers his palms over the lights poking through so that little manmade stars shine under his hands.

Usually he'd just launch into the lab, do some work, but...

It's kind of peaceful in here right now.]

II

[unclesam]

[ Usually it's Bucky with the staring problem. Just standing quiet and using his eyes to bore holes into the side of people's skulls. Sam's allowed to make fun of that, of course. Now though... now he finds himself staring.

The jovial greeting dies on his lips at the utter travesty Newton has produced.

Oh, buddy. Friend. Just... why?

Sam joins Newton quietly and stares down at the graveyard of what could have been joyful treats. What's more innocent in this world than a cookie? And yet here is the barren field left behind in the wake of tragedy. Sam stares down at the charred game puks masquerading as edible, then looks at Newton. Stares at him quietly for a moment, then looks down again.

Picks up a cookie. Weighs it in his hand. Taps it against the countertop with a disheartening 'clunk'.

Finally looks back up at Newton, eyebrows slowly crawling up his forehead.

Really? ]

The Kitchen

[spacedisaster]

What is...that.

[ Peter is frowning and staring at the tray newt is holding with the same appreciation a cook would show a cockroach running around in their kitchen. He refuses to call those cookies. They Are an affront to god, to cooking, and to everything sacred. How could Newt turn perfectly good cookie dough into burned concrete is beyond him. ]

I thought you asked my help here because you KNEW you can't cook for shit, man.

iii for the sweet dream team

[respirations]

( Although he spends time at the party, dragging Richie along and fussing with his fellow Loser over proper 'life saving door usage' which only ends in another sort of bickering over height— he eventually goes back to his room for a proper night of sleep.

It's just sad that sleep doesn't come nearly as easy as it did before getting his memories of Derry and the fucking clown back. Waking up from a dead sleep, drenched in sweat and patting at his chest isn't new but he's just grateful that he didn't wake Richie up in the process. Which makes sneaking out a hundred times easier than usual even though the trip for something to drink in order to settle his nerves takes a little longer.

Ultimately he needs up with a raised brow, water bottle in hand and watching Newt's back as the man seemingly interests himself in the workings of the shadow lamp. He's quite, simply watching before clearing his throat quietly. )

Care for some— ( And he has to pause, shuddering at the uncomfortable wheeze his voice gives and ignores the itch in his hand to reach for an inhaler that isn't there in his coat pocket. So he breathes in, shakes his head and tries again: ) Want some company?

hermann gottlieb | {ota} | enter the (o a t m e a l r a i s i n) zone

[bijective]

[Unfortunately, Hermann has to rule out any film screening this evening. Science waits for no one, etc. etc. But it’d be rude not to chip in towards the festivities in some manner (and admittedly he is feeling awfully peckish for sweets). And so he takes a crack at a recipe that he is been meaning trying for a while:



Hot off the space oven is a batch of freshly baked oatmeal raisin cookies. Ah! Simply divine. Now don’t get your paws on them just yet! They’re still very hot.

Hermann is also scooping a finger inside the cookie dough bowl to quell his sweet tooth until the cookies are nice and cool. It’s a very naughty thing to do, but…well, he is feeling a little devilish this evening.]

[arc_reactor]

( Oatmeal raisin cookies are pretty healthy, right? No, no they aren't, but Tony hasn't had one for a while and doesn't care about the distinction. There's oats, there's raisins, it's fine for a little cheat-y sweet, so when he clocks them as he comes back for the last plate of veggies to take into the mess hall, he absolutely puts his paws all over the closest cookie, and stuffs it in his mouth.

The whole thing.

He's normally clever.

Normally. )

Fu- fuuot!

( "Freaking hot", s'cuse him while he turns away to breathe metaphorical fire over the empty counter, not his pretty plate of crudités or Hermann's lovingly crafted cookies. )

cagalli yula athha

[lionize]

(I - Prep)

[Since the mission, Cagalli's been basically wallowing in her inability to be of much use. Okay, not wallowing exactly, but she's certainly irritated by something, possibly herself. Better not to get into it. So a movie night-- something enjoyable-- is just what the doctor (no, not The Doctor™) ordered.

She shows up in pajama pants, a t-shirt, and an oversized hoodie that has a poorly translated image on the front. Don't ask, the selection was limited. Thanks, space people. In the spirit of helping, another blanket plus two pillows are added to the community pile, artfully exchanged for a bowl of popcorn and some of whatever else people managed to whip up. A few bites before show time won't hurt anything.

When she sees someone in the middle of baking or cooking, she'll head over to try and see what they're up to.]

Hey, what're you working on? [If it's a baked good, and they're amiable enough, Cagalli just might try to swipe a bit of batter. If giant robot battles and the last mission didn't kill her, salmonella doesn't stand a chance.]

(II - R O U S... s)

[Now planted comfortably under a table in a very well made fort, the blonde is watching a wonderful classic for the very first time. There's drama, romance, gallant heroes, and some very lovely humor. It should be a good time, right?

Anyone near her will soon discover Cagalli is the type to make comments during a movie. How unfortunate.]

Isn't that kid old enough to read to himself? [Not the point.]

Just call them a Rous. [Pronounced 'rooz'.]

Mostly dead? Oh, come on. [Though she still looks pretty engaged.]

[Once the movie is over, she looks mostly satisfied, despite her sometimes critical commentary.]

Okay, that wasn't bad. But why do princesses always need rescuing in these things? They're perfectly capable of saving people themselves! [Someone might be protesting a little much.]

(III - Draw Me)

[Ready for a long one? Neither is she. Cagalli tries her best to focus, though the intro to the movie has her wondering what the heck this'll be. Cut to the loveless engagement for some beneficial reason, and there's nothing but a scowl on her face. Really? Really? Of all the stupid, needless, and painful reminders... Now she purposefully doesn't make eye contact with anyone, instead preferring to glare at the screen in hopes of who knows what. Of course, despite her displeasure, there's still going to be commentary.]

A French girl? What the hell does that have to do with being naked? [But she does whap Athrun's arm, point to the screen, then point to a really uncomfortable looking Yzak. That's entertainment right there.]

Oh, that's no-- Are you kidding? How is that comfortable? [Especially in a car that old.] Ugh.

[By now, she's getting tired, and focusing is difficult. Maybe if she closes her eyes for a moment, it'll be easier. Except it's more than a moment. Some time later, a noise jerks her awake in time to see the heroine laying on a piece of debris in the ocean with the hero sinking into the depths. She blinks, and comments, without prompt or context.]

Wouldn't there be enough room for both of them?

[Oh well. Cagalli finds herself really not interested in this movie, so she looks around to see other peoples' reactions. Did someone just sniffle?]

(IV - Other)

[Anything else? Hit me up!]

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[egraegis]

[Athrun honestly lost interest like two hours ago. It's not that he dislikes movies, he just isn't too fond of thoughtless content consumption, and movies tend to either switch his brain off or send it into overdrive as he tries to compensate for the whole... sitting-around-doing-nothing aspect of it. (Thanks, Dad. Had to raise an overachiever.) He could never pay attention during Lacus' concerts, either; entertainment took a backseat to education or training. Instead of TV and music, he read books. So he's here for the company and the comfort, curled up with a few pillows and trying to read.

He started out only looking up when Cagalli said something, but she ended up saying a lot... like, constantly... so he's been spending far too long trying to get through a single page. He's listening to her, though. He always listens to her words. (Even if not her instructions.)

When she draws his attention to the screen (oh. breasts? why?) then to Yzak (oh. oh. that's hilarious.) his lips quirk into a smile. Nice.]

That's art.

[Definitely the drawing. And not the flustered look on Yzak's face.]

Edward Elric l Fullmetal Alchemist

[chrysology]

Preparation:

[Ed isn't the best but he can manage some basics with cooking at least. He had to learn somehow, in surviving for a month on that Island back home during training with Izumi and all. He's just not necessarily as adept with it in perhaps still learning to use things like this newfangled microwave if Newton asks him to put the popcorn in.]

So I just put the bag in? Then what?

[Look there were no microwaves in 1910s he is still learning to use these more modern appliances like this. Mostly because he usually just defaults to something simpler like sandwiches or something.]

Movies:

[Cue Ed generally seeming to be the most flustered and red in the face at any and all intimate romance sort of scenes in these films. People were kissing! And worse - more! As if anyone needed confirmation he definitely has someone back home he has feelings for himself. Not that he has admitted that. Yet. But still, he probably enjoys the Princess Bride more than the Titanic in any case. And even then he does shake his head at it.]

She doesn't need to marry this jerk!

[Ed clearly has much more strong willed women as his experience with the opposite sex back home who would have None Of This with Humperdink. Or this other jerk whats-his-face with Rose. She definitely seems more happy with Jack. And he also doesn't really necessarily get the whole thing with Inigo getting so worked up over his dad but. Maybe his father was more akin to the likes of Hughes. Not like Hohenheim that walked out on them. He'll just keep watching anyway, trying not to doze off as he shovels some snacks in his mouth because he is always all about the food.]

[groupiedrifter]

[Newton motions to the microwave like this is the easiest thing in the world.

Yes, while full-well knowing you're from ye' olden times, Edward!

Sure, studies show throwing someone who can't swim into a body of water isn't the best way to teach them how to swim, but does that stop him from putting this popcorn in danger? Absolutely not!]

Yeah! You just throw it right in there, hit the buttons for the timer, and bam!

Popping!

It's so easy, ten-year-olds can do it!

[Says the man who has accidentally burnt easy mac in the microwave.]