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groupiedrifter) wrote in ximilialog2021-10-20 10:20 am
Entry tags:
- gundam seed destiny: athrun zala,
- gundam seed destiny: cagalli yula athha,
- gundam seed/destiny: yzak jule,
- mass effect: kaidan alenko,
- mcu: peter quill,
- mcu: sam wilson,
- mcu: tony stark,
- one piece: rosinante donquixote,
- pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- star trek aos: james t. kirk,
- towards the terra: soldier blue
[OPEN MINGLE] aaaaaaas yooooou wiiiiiiish...!
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.)
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.)
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( They all would have ended up like Stan. It's a thought that makes his chest ache more than the moments of phantom pain from his injury. )
I don't know about that. I still dream about what happened to me, its not— it's fucked up and I wouldn't wish that sort of shit on anyone.
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[He sighs to himself, but really, he just keeps hearing Sam's annoyingly patient and smart voice in his head: Just 'cause you ain't a frontline fighter don't mean you didn't go through some shit to still be here today. Just means you probably think you ain't as valid as people with guns or... giant robots, facing monsters. You are though.
Feels all kinds of dramatic to him, still, to imagine he's on that level.
But... nightmares and panic attacks don't lie, do they?
He bites his lip, looking down.]
I dunno, man... I don't even hate the monsters that attacked us. It's — complicated, in ways I'm not sure anyone would get, but... yeah. I'd been on the ground floor of Hong Kong when the last kaiju attack on land happened. The crazy thing is, that kaiju was looking for me. I'd gotten to this underground bunker, and I just... stood down there, knowing she wanted me, hearing her coming for me... knowing then, that there wasn't anywhere I could run to get away.
I dream about it a lot, being down in the dark. [He waves a hand, runs it down his lower face, looking far more tired than he usually allows in good company.] The ceiling smashing to pieces... all of that.
... I thought I got away in the end, but really, I don't think I got away at all.
You know what I mean?
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( He can't imagine (doesn't want to imagine) a situation where Pennywise was loose in a bigger city. Then again, perhaps, there was a reason he stuck to the area he did besides the fact that was where it crash landed centuries upon centuries before. Bigger cities, although more food, means more chances to be caught and frankly that trifling sewer clown seemed to have been doing wonders in Derry.
Thankfully the sound of Newt's voice brings him out of his thoughts and into the present where Eddie frowns before ultimately nodding. )
Before here, um— where we last fought It was this fucking hellmouth underneath the town itself. I dream a lot about still being down there, still bleeding out but Richie and the others are there too. Everyone is dead or dying and the everything starts falling to pieces as that clown laughs and laughs and laughs.
( Absently, he touches the scarred tissue on his chest underneath the loose fitting shirt he wears. )
So, yeah, I guess I get what you mean in my own way. That thing is gone but its still living rent free in my head, you know?
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[It was nail-biting, waiting for the next attack. Hermann's readings had kept him calmer than if he hadn't had them; made it easier to know just when you should clench up and hold onto the handrails.]
I guess it's always the dark. Ugh. What's with all this dark shit?
[Eddie understands, though. He's — a good confidant. A good guy.
After a moment, he bites his lip.]
If I'm honest, I don't think it'll ever not be rent-free in my head. Which probably confuses people when they see my arms. I mean, it's not like you've got a freaky alien clown tattooed on your chest, right? Truth is... I kind of pitied those aliens. I mean, the kaiju, anyway.
They were just weapons, you know? At the end of the day, that's all they were made for. Some stronger aliens cobbled them together just for the sake of sending them out to die for their stupid human genocide plan.
Kind of makes me sorry for them.
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( Eddie reaches for his water with that and takes another long sip, ignoring the way his breath shudders once he swallows. )
I mean it's why I'm here. It's why Rich is here even if he won't just spit it out and tell me. I'll probably always have that fucking clown in the backburner of my mind, you know?
( He can't help frowning though because, yeah, he gets it but also he doesn't because there hasn't ever been a piece of him that pitied Pennywise. Hell― he couldn't even bring himself to pity Bowers and all his fucking problems that the clown definitely didn't help. )
You're a good guy so, honestly, I'm not surprised. On one hand they wouldn't exist without those stronger aliens but it makes you wonder what they might be as a species without the whole 'human genocide' programming.
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[He eyes that scar for a long moment, letting Eddie talk for however long he needs. It distracts him, that scar. Distracts him from the drift images that still somehow circulate in his head so clearly, or the nightmares, or the weird... everything that comes with them. He glances up to look at Eddie again. He says, a bit abruptly:]
I'm working on an tissue replication here in the lab.
[And then, realizing he kind of just sad that out of nowhere, he adds:]
I mean — if that's something you might want later. I don't know when I'll get it done between missions, but I'm gonna make it a possibility, if you wanna... get rid of those scars later. Or lessen them, anyway. I'll be able to replicate skin that's compatible or even an exact match to yours.