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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.)

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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? )

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. ]

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]

[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.]

[ He should know better, really. Peter is very aware, thanks to Mantis, that you can't hide anything from an empath. It's not the kind of power that would usually bother him, but it makes him feel terribly embarrassed at times.

When Blue shifts next to him and a tissue box appears in his peripheral vision, Peter looks mortified, and he can feel his face heat up. He still takes the box with a meek; ] ...Thanks. [ And grabs a few tissues to try and discreetly wipe at his face. And then he adds, as if that explained his reaction. ] It's the first time I've watched this movie.

Nor have I.

[for the sake of that embarrassment, Blue doesn't turn his gaze fully on him.]

I don't...entirely understand it. [his brow knits.] Is this...what humans used to be like...?

[or is it purely performance? something designed to be understood as false? it's really difficult for him to know for sure when what he's seeing has no emotions he can latch onto outside of whatever they explicitly say. nuances and cues that would be commonly understood...he lacks such understanding.]

[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?

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]

Edited 2021-10-20 21:59 (UTC)

[ 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.

[He munches on a coffee crisp, grinning at the next scene in the movie]

This is exactly the sort of vid I would've loved watching when I was young. I guess I still love it now. I hope there is a book; I'd enjoy reading it.

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. ]

[ 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. ]

Never too late to find out about more classic movies. I'm glad there are some here, this is great fun.

[ And he agrees that it does help turn his brain off for a while, after yet another mission. ]

If you do find a copy, let me know.

[ It's ridiculous is what it is. He's seen ships go down before, he's seen friends die before, but this movie is just threatening to tear him apart. It's probably the knowledge that he can't do anything but watch, he reasons. Not that these people are even real.

(But didn't someone say this was a historical film...?)

Finn tucks himself closer against James when he hears his breath hitch, watching while Rose and Jack try to hang on to each other. He's already pressed pretty close as it is, all but jumping in his lap or crawling behind his back. Finn's arms, though, are too busy clutching his pillow for dear life, like he can keep the characters together if he holds on hard enough, to wrap them around James. For now, anyway.

He knows what's going to happen. He's been in water like that before, where your limbs are too shocked to move and knives stab into you until you can't feel them anymore. No one's told him how the movie ends, but he knows exactly what's about to happen. ]

[ Some of these people were real, though. Maybe not Rose and Jack specifically, but like them there were many other victims aboard that ship. It's the very definition of a tragedy, and even as a movie with a more romantic spin on it, it's still heart-wrenching to watch.

He moves to wrap an arm around Finn's shoulders, holding him close. No one's told him about the end of the movie either, but with Rose talking about it at the very beginning, he knew something like this would happen, and he knows already what it's going to happen. From the moment Jack dips into the water to keep her safe, he knows.

And look, he's not even thinking about the lack of logic in not lying on the boat or switching with her or something, it's a tragic story and that's the whole point of it. ]

Yeah, same. I hope there are more like this one.

I will. I'll look for it after this is over.

[ Finn is absolutely thinking about the logic here. Not from a story standpoint or a critique of the movie, but from the character's point of views. It's not fully clicking with Rose, lost in the middle of this experience, but Finn has a feeling that Jack knows. And that makes it worse. ]

He won't make it.

[ His voice is quiet, barely a whisper and probably not even heard over the movie. He doesn't even know who he's talking to, really. It's just that... this happens every day in Finn's world. Yet another thing that just makes this worse.

One of his hands finally lets go of his death grip on the pillow, reaching for Jim's hand on his shoulder and holding that tight instead. Westley had it right. Life is pain. Sometimes. ]

[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?

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.

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.

Maybe I'm into that, ( Tony retorts like he's challenging Sam, before he gestures broadly at the burner behind him, where a pan of diced onions and peppers are cooking. )

Seriously, stir that before it burns.

I don't kinkshame people to their face unless it's funny, so I'll happily point out that your wife is literally named Pepper.

[ Sam smirks, then follows directions, stirring the indicated pan and fiddling with the heat briefly, eyes tracking over the counter - no raisins in sight, and acceptable amounts of seasonings. Tony gets a pass. And Sam will even refrain from raising spice levels to personal liking without asking, because they're cooking for a group of people with more than questionable palattes. ]

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.]

( That actually gets a mirthful little chuckle out of him, as he neatly carves open a bright red bell pepper and pulls out the seed core. )

Nickname, ( Tony tells him, sounding more like his old self, a self-satisfied smug little shit, ) And I gave it to her.

( You know you wanna ask, Sam. Do it. Dooooo iiiiit. )

[ Sam scoffs, briefly glancing over his shoulder as he tosses the veggies. ]

Lies and slander, Stark. A flatteringly short number of years ago, two people are just assholes enough to put "Pepper" down on a birth certificate. I'm sure she got a sibling named Salt somewhere.

[ He does gesture for Tony to keep talking though. ]

Go on. I can tell you wanna share.

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