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Country roads, take me home
Who: Steven Grant and open - start your own subthreads and stuff
What: Studio Ghibli movie night
Where: Cabin 135
When: early December
Warnings: none so far
After subjecting Marc and Maeve to Ghibli nights, Steven has widened his circle of suffering to include a few other people. What was going to be 'come over and watch My Neighbour Totoro?' became a proper whole evening at Steven and Marc's cabin. They spent the afternoon tidying up the room, returning a bunch of library books and keeping the rest of his stash in a corner on the other side of the bed. Clean laundry put away, a small load of dirty clothes taken down to the wash. The ankle cuff and bungee cord is stashed away in the cupboard alongside their small emergency hoard of water, snacks and food in case they have to lock themselves in their cabin one day for weeks on end. Bathroom tidied up as well, with extra toilet paper stacked on top of the cistern in anticipation of several guests.
The cabin is still small in spite of their cleanup efforts, and Steven insists on having some snacks available, so for savoury options there's baby carrots and celery sticks with hummus dip, potato skins, kumara fries and cassava chips, and mango sticky rice and pan fried cinnamon bananas for something sweet. It's not exactly going to be the healthiest night in terms of food, but half a dozen people sitting knee to knee in a claustrophobic little cabin crying at children's anime is surely going to make up for that and be healthy for all of them.
The programme for the night is Steven's Studio Ghibli box set, although he only has one DVD player and one television so they need to pick their movies wisely since they'll only be able to watch two or three. They're always welcome to come back next time to watch more. Steven's recommending more Kiki's Delivery Service and Princess Mononoke, and less Grave of the Fireflies and When Marnie Was There. They don't really want to be crying into their bowl of vegan snacks every 15 minutes...
What: Studio Ghibli movie night
Where: Cabin 135
When: early December
Warnings: none so far
After subjecting Marc and Maeve to Ghibli nights, Steven has widened his circle of suffering to include a few other people. What was going to be 'come over and watch My Neighbour Totoro?' became a proper whole evening at Steven and Marc's cabin. They spent the afternoon tidying up the room, returning a bunch of library books and keeping the rest of his stash in a corner on the other side of the bed. Clean laundry put away, a small load of dirty clothes taken down to the wash. The ankle cuff and bungee cord is stashed away in the cupboard alongside their small emergency hoard of water, snacks and food in case they have to lock themselves in their cabin one day for weeks on end. Bathroom tidied up as well, with extra toilet paper stacked on top of the cistern in anticipation of several guests.
The cabin is still small in spite of their cleanup efforts, and Steven insists on having some snacks available, so for savoury options there's baby carrots and celery sticks with hummus dip, potato skins, kumara fries and cassava chips, and mango sticky rice and pan fried cinnamon bananas for something sweet. It's not exactly going to be the healthiest night in terms of food, but half a dozen people sitting knee to knee in a claustrophobic little cabin crying at children's anime is surely going to make up for that and be healthy for all of them.
The programme for the night is Steven's Studio Ghibli box set, although he only has one DVD player and one television so they need to pick their movies wisely since they'll only be able to watch two or three. They're always welcome to come back next time to watch more. Steven's recommending more Kiki's Delivery Service and Princess Mononoke, and less Grave of the Fireflies and When Marnie Was There. They don't really want to be crying into their bowl of vegan snacks every 15 minutes...
Maeve | OTA
She’s standing for the moment because she doesn’t really mind. But if anyone drags her down to sit, she’s not going to fight them either.
“Could you pass me a couple carrots, darling? I hate to get in the way of anything.”
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"Hey," he greets Maeve quietly when she steps out to join him in the corridor. He's spent so much time wringing his hands in the hem of his shirt that it's now full of creases. "Everything okay? Can I get you anything? I'm about to go fetch some macaroni and cheese, and chicken tenders for Marc. Maybe you know a bottle Mexican coke and some Jim Daniels..." He seems kind of stressed with all these people in what should be their private little space and Steven feels bad about it. Some comfort food that's meant for people under the age of 12 should help pick him up.
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"Hello, darling." She notes the wrinkles in his shirt and steps a little closer, shutting the door behind her as she does. "I'm fine. I'm not worried so much about me." She carefully reaches out, fixing his shirt as best as she can before reaching for a hand. Something to do with one should perhaps help. "I'll come with you, then. I can carry a few things back if necessary." She lets a moment pass as she tries to think of a way to say this. "How are you handling everything? It is quite a few more people than usual. Perhaps next time we can find out who controls the pool screen. Then, if someone's crying, they can claim it was the water. And then perhaps your poor shirts can get some relief." A little light teasing, maybe.
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"Mmmmmmyeah, I-- didn't think this many people would be interested," Steven admits. She's done a great job fixing up his shirt and he gives it a little tug downwards to straighten it out as well before squeezing her hand again. It's just as well it's only the
threetwo personalities in Marc's fractured head. Otherwise he imagines it'd be a bit like the current state of the cabin and it would be so overwhelming and cramped, especially if they're all jostling for control. "I'll ask Miss Friday, if she's available, if we could use the pool next time."He starts towards the stairwell and he finds he's able to breathe a little better once they're further down the corridor, and the albeit fake night breeze weaves between the rails and washes over them as they traverse the open side of the ship.
"Thank you for coming! Even if-- you're not interested and just wanted to be here. I know Marc isn't remotely interested at all. For some reason he didn't want to spend the night drinking at the pub and leave me alone to man our cabin? I'll bet he's regretting that now."
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She looks over at him, walking alongside him. "Darling, I enjoy them. They are so unique and whimsical. I do not know very much about such things, but they make you happy and that's all that matters." She lightly squeezes his hand. "Marc cares for you as well. You can see it on his face. Even when he's pretending to be terribly put out about cartoons."
There's a soft laugh at that. "If he bothers you about it, I'll make sure to give him my best disappointed look." She's quiet for a moment. "I am happy to be here with you, Steven. So never worry about that. Okay?"
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"It can't be worse for you than downing a whole bottle of whiskey, anyway." Steven worries about him in return too, and he's afraid that the way he shows his concern is driving Marc away little by little, but he doesn't know how to fix that.
Pausing when they get close to the stairwell, but standing out of the way of the main flow of human traffic, Steven turns to take both of Maeve's hands.
"I appreciate your being supportive, and keeping him out of trouble." When she's not. Straddling and strangling and doing weird sex things with him anyway! Not that that's any of Steven's business. "It's that time of year, you know. Being especially grateful and keeping friends and family close." He lowers his gaze and swallows, brushing his thumbs over her knuckles. "I'm happy to be here with you too. And I hope you feel like you can tell me anything. I know I do. I tell you all sorts of things." And not just about rocks and beetles, either.
"I know we're not in the best place. Or surrounded by the best people. And that we're all just trying our best to make sense of all this nonsense. But it doesn't mean that none of what we do here matters or we don't matter to each other or that nobody appreciates the efforts."
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“Nothing happens if I do it,” she replies. “But, yes, I do see how it could be concerning for most people.” Marc included. She assumes that comment was about Marc anyway.
The pause and his holding both of her hands seems mostly new. She doesn’t mind, though. It makes a small sort of fluttering like humans always say happens for them. Especially with the way his thumbs brush over them.
She’s trying to figure out what to say exactly. He’s being so sweet and kind like he usually is. Which is…nice. “Most of what I have to talk about is, unfortunately, possession things. And none of that is terribly cheerful or easy. But I’m sure you know about that with Marc. Some of it anyway.”
She hums thoughtfully. “I have plenty of people that I know I can rely on. And I know I can count on you. Even if things have been…a lot since last month.”
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"Let's not talk about Marc," Steven says with a deep breath and a sigh.
"Let's talk about what you want to talk about. We can sit in the Windjammer for a wee while. The room won't implode without us, I don't think."
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"Of course, darling."
She squeezes his hands. "Are you trying to hide from your room for a moment?" She peeks at him for a moment. "Or is it just trying to get more time with me?"
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post and pray, here we go
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And there's not a lot of room to move around in the little cabin as-is. "Didn't know so many people liked cartoons..."
Or maybe they just like Steven, which-- well, Marc'd like that, actually. Slightly. Protective instincts aside.
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"I knew about it. At least on Sharky's side. I told him we were watching them when we were cuddling in the room." She doesn't seem particularly concerned about that reveal. It was just friends and they were both sad and tired. "He said he wanted to watch them, too."
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So, it's easier to just focus on the other shit. Like the cartoons. "You know, those two didn't get off to the greatest start, but I feel like they share a weird number of interests. And anyway, maybe it means Steven'll get more people to hang out with. Share this crap with."
Even if the thought of Steven realizing he's actually not the greatest company in the world worries him. Then again, pushing everyone away, losing people... that's what Marc does best, really.
"You enjoying the show?"
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There's a nod. "I think that happens with a few people. But yeah. I think it will be nice to have Steven make some more friends. He deserves more people that want to spend time with him. Much as I don't really mind."
She looks at the screen for a moment before nodding again. "They're kind of sweet. Even if there is a sort of yearning to them. Not everyone that makes love connections of friendship or something deeper get to stay together. It's a little sad to think about sometimes, but rather like life. And I'm still in awe of most of the artwork that goes into it and the storytelling is nice, too. I don't think I could ever hope to do anything similar." She shrugs softly, turning to look at Marc. "It's like magic. I know so little of it, I cannot help but be in awe each time I see it in person."
She smiles then. "I know they're not your favorite things and that is fine. Sharky suggested Speed might be more you...well...speed as it were. Action. It sounds accurate enough to me." A beat. "Perhaps one day you'll get movies you like that you can show me so I can also sit through them."
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"Yeah, he does..." And Marc knows he hasn't been great company since October. He feels-- he's not sure how to act around Steven. What's okay, what's too much... if the whole possession thing wrecked things. Steven deserves to have people who don't have that sort of baggage, who make him happy.
"The way he looks at you? Pretty sure he'd be thrilled to spend time with you whenever. Can't imagine most would be crazy to turn down your company, actually..."
There's the slightest twitch of a smile. "They're-- not that bad, no. Some of them are interesting. Just don't tell Steven I told you that." He's got a reputation to protect.
"Speed?" There's a soft laugh. "Well, that's not wrong. Action is my kinda speed. Adventure." The suggestion has him giving Maeve a look, briefly, curious.
"Yeah? I'd like that. A lot. Uh, my favorite movie-- it was called Tomb Buster."
It's-- what started Steven Grant really. Helped bring him to life. Maybe it'd weird Maeve out, but the movie is still something he could watch over and over again. "Maybe a copy will turn up sometime..."
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There's a hint of a smile there and she ducks her head slightly. "I'm not sure how you mean that, darling. But I suppose I do have quite a number of friends that like to spend time with me." And she's careful to emphasize friends. Which is supposed to mean she doesn't really have people turning her company down, but not as anything but friends.
She laughs softly. "I would never dream of ratting you out..." A brief pause. "Or maybe I would and I'm texting Steven about it at this moment." She taps the side of her head. She's joking, though. She isn't texting him.
"Tomb Buster, huh?" That is not one she's ever heard about, but there's a nod. "Hopefully it will and then you'll introduce me to it."
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The teasing gets him to huff out a chuckle. "Oh, yeah? I see how it is... Gonna have to find some dirt on you now."
Although he doubts there's anything that embarrassing to rat her out to Steven on. Unfair, really.
"I hope so. In the meantime, we got Steven's cartoons, at least... and there are a lot of them."
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"Mmm. And do you think you'll manage to do that?" But she's curious to find out what he could find out and what would count as dirt in this situation. Even if it is just teasing.
Maeve laughs, looking at the television again. "We definitely have plenty of them, yes. We could cycle through one a day for...I don't actually remember how many there are."
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"Enjoying yourself?"
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He's in heaven as far as he's concerned.
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ooc: I love wabi sabi, Nobunaga is a loser
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She laughs softly at the comment about the wabi-sabi. "Well, perhaps it's not the absolute worst thing I've heard of. They make us perfect, making everything perfect. I don't know if it's worth it. So perfect they're surprised when we do things they don't account for."
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