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come_sailaway2024-01-23 07:04 pm
inhairently) wrote in come_sailaway2024-01-23 07:04 pm
it's the end of the world as we know it
Who: anyone! everyone! it's a party babey
What: Sometimes couples therapy is you, your ex, and the person you both befriended. And sometimes couples therapy is watching movies on a pool deck.
When: end-ish of January-ish
Where: pool deck with the big screen
Warnings: will note if anything comes up!
( one quiet afternoon, you might notice a sudden surplus of hastily scribbled notes on pilfered tropical stationery posted in various places around the ship:)
( steve harrington found a curious red box full of movies, you see, and he's planning to make full use of it. he was never much of a movie guy before but man. sometimes you just want a little taste of home, you know?
so, wander over to the pool deck and there you'll find him, lounging on a deck chair.
watching animal house.
he's a guy from the 80s, what do you want? )
(HELLO this is a party thread so treat it as such! bring your own movies. threadjack. do whatever you want.)
What: Sometimes couples therapy is you, your ex, and the person you both befriended. And sometimes couples therapy is watching movies on a pool deck.
When: end-ish of January-ish
Where: pool deck with the big screen
Warnings: will note if anything comes up!
( one quiet afternoon, you might notice a sudden surplus of hastily scribbled notes on pilfered tropical stationery posted in various places around the ship:)
( steve harrington found a curious red box full of movies, you see, and he's planning to make full use of it. he was never much of a movie guy before but man. sometimes you just want a little taste of home, you know?
so, wander over to the pool deck and there you'll find him, lounging on a deck chair.
watching animal house.
he's a guy from the 80s, what do you want? )
(HELLO this is a party thread so treat it as such! bring your own movies. threadjack. do whatever you want.)
Movie top-level and Darcy Interaction: Terminator 2, Prince of Egypt
Tired.
And social gatherings are dumb but it might be nice to be in a room full of people and not fear for their safety for a bit. It's been lonely, between the village imprisonment and everything else. So they're here. And so help them they are seeing badass Sarah Connors and also yes that bible movie, anyone has a problem with it they can leave.
Discussing Darcy's two picks of movie with them goes here. ]
Terminator 2
There's not that many things to do on the ship that are novel or interesting, however, so after 23 minutes of cleaning up whatever messes they can find, they return to the movie screening. It's now a car chase between the character from before, a human driving a truck through any and all obstacles, and a juvenile human. Bastion stands still and watches.
The human crashes the truck, which explodes, demonstrating why petroleum-powered cars aren't street-legal anymore. After the cyborg and the juvenile human have escaped, a silvery humanoid walks out of the wreckage. Not a human, then. ]
[ It's when the cyborg explains that he is also a Terminator, a machine with a layer of living tissue on top, and that he was reprogrammed by the young human's future self to protect him, that Bastion lets out a disbelieving beep. ]
// What?!
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Okay- you get to think this is stupid, anyone who isn't like an omnic cyborg thing has to think it's awesome.
[ Just as a general warning. ]
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[ Their silence lasts until the young human takes advantage of the Terminator's programmed obedience and his incautiousness comes close to getting another human killed almost immediately. They don't say anything, but they let out a concerned whistle. The situation resolves without anyone getting shot dead, at least. ]
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Animal House, Raiders of the Lost Ark and Steve Harrington
he goes with animal house first. if anyone should comment in any way, he will either say: )
Hey, it's a classic! ( in a defensive manner or ) Yeah, it's a classic. ( in an approving one.
by the time indiana jones rolls around, he's gathered some snacks and a soda and looks like maybe, just maybe he's learned how to relax. he is a movie talker. and a movie snoozer.
he just can't help it.
so if his chatter or snoring is a little too much to bear, let him know. he'll be reasonable about it for sure! )
raiders of the lost ark time
later, a good while later, she does venture out on the pool deck again. and since this time the coast seems clear, trots near enough to catch a little bit of the movie currently playing. and near enough to recognize a familiar lanky form half-asleep on a deck chair surrounded by snacks. and that's fine and good, everyone deserves rest. but on screen, indiana jones is being betrayed by a man demanding he throw the golden idol, who then proceeds not to throw back the whip.
so steve gets a little nudge (aka a soft kick) aimed at the sole of one his shoes. and clarke more or less invites herself into the deck chair nearest. )
I think I missed a lot. Who was he?
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the kick to his foot doesn't so much jolt him awake as it does drag him into reluctant awareness. he stretches and blinks, frowning as he glances around. )
Huh? ( he squints at clarke, then looks at the screen. oh yeah, that guy -- the one who indy just found dead by spike trap. ) Oh. He was like a guide or something. He was supposed to be helping Indy out, but-
( he gestures lazily towards the screen with one hand as he rubs his eyes with the other. )
Right, I guess you've never heard of Indiana Jones, huh?
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Ah, betrayal... ( she muses aloud, shifting to properly settle in her deck chair. movies were never a foreign concept to her, they had plenty of holographic projections of notable speeches and moments on board the ark — her parents even recorded every unity day play she'd participated in! and she'd watched old world soccer matches on an annual basis with her father. but the serena eterna has a much wider variety, and just as killer klowns from outer space gave her a whole new phobia, what little clarke's seen of indiana jones is enough to give her an appreciation for — )
Never heard of him. Was he a real person? I like the whip.
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like telling their friend who has no frame of reference that indiana jones was a real guy. )
Yeah, he was real. ( spoken as if he absolutely can't believe she'd think otherwise. ) He's pretty much a national icon. You remember how I told you I'm from Indiana? It's named for this guy.
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( now, hang on. hold up a minute. the math ain't completely mathing because the united states had been a firmly cemented thing looooong before it seems like this movie ever came out. those handguns on indy's belt? way past the 1800's, and also there's cars in this movie. so unless steve harrington sold her short on demon bats being something wild to his reality, and they also just so happen to have immortals running around, this seems fake.
...but, ultimately it'd taken her far too many mental gymnastics to ever try drawing state lines after the end of the world. whenever clarke has said she's from virginia, it's really just a best guess, and geography and history barely even matter here. so, who is she to poke holes in the story or steal the wind out of anyone else's sails.
steve can have this one. )
So this is more of a... documentary, I guess. And that dun-dun-DUN-duuuuun song, is that like a national anthem?
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( he smiles sweetly as he snags an open can of pringles from the scattered snacks and offers it to her. )
They play it before every sports event in the state, at school assemblies, all of it. It actually has lyrics but they don't use them in the movie. It would be, uh... sacrilege, or something. You know how it is.
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( smile begets smile, and clarke's only grows as steve deigns to offer a can of pringles. she hadn't really expected to stay, and had thus failed the byo portion of the invite but still gets rewarded.
hopefully he doesn't expect this can back... oh, pizza flavor? )
But you could sing it for me sometime, right? It's catchy, I'd love to know the words.
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( he has no intention of being there, ever. he is, however, rather pleased with himself and this clever prank of his. he'd been stuck in the ship-typical agonies for so long now it's like he'd almost forgotten that he's super funny and really good at jokes.*
*citation needed
as great as the joke is, though, he doesn't want to back himself into the kind of corner that ends him actually committing to singing some stupid made-up song so he's eager to change the subject. lucky for him it doesn't take much work — he'd been content to snooze his way through the entirety of indiana jones but now that clarke is here it feels almost like a party, and that gives him an idea. )
You know, we could totally sneak down to the smoke shop, do some marijuana (he stage-whispers that single word, as if anyone might be listening or care ), and see if that red box has any super trippy movies. Like, uh... ( think think think he tries to recall literally any movie robin had ever described as trippy, and eventually comes up with: ) Soylent Green or something.
( he's never seen it )
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and honestly, he had her thoroughly sidetracked at marijuana. )
Yeah? ( clarke asks, eyebrows arched and the corners of her mouth ticking up like this suggestion came in the form of a delightful challenge. and sure, indiana jones is interesting and she'd happily watch it to the conclusion. but when presented with an offer that sounds a whole lot more fun... )
So long as it doesn't have any clowns in it... Let's go, Harrington.
( it fits, really. steve harrington's weed party had been her first ever introduction to smoking and a hell of a time. getting the chance to revisit that blissful un-mindedness alongside him again? clarke'll even take the initiative to push herself out of the deckchair first. pizza pringles are coming with, obviously, but otherwise she waits for steve to follow. )
Max | OTA | He brought Ratatouille from home
"Want some?" he'll ask anyone who looks interested. He brought plates and silverware with him.
And, yeah, the other movies are good too. He likes them all and eagerly sits through them like he's a kid doing a cartoon marathon on Saturday morning. But when it comes time to pop his in, he will be especially obnoxious about quoting it the entire time because he simply cannot help himself. You might even catch him wiping away a tear or two at certain parts.
Also, don't mind him getting a little blushy every time Collete shows up on screen. Don't judge him.
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"You know it isn't even a traditional Ratatouille? The dude from the French Laundry came up with it. Not that it's bad or anything, people just keep coming to France and being like 'why doesn't it look like the thing from the movie'. Uhh I dunno probably because it was, like, a provincial stew that grandmas would make of throwing everything into a tian. This fancy shit with the layers is super modern."
He's honour-bound to complain about food not being authentic.
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"I know." As if he hadn't researched the fuck out of everything even tangentially connected to his favorite movie? "But this looks prettier. And, yeah, calling it Ratatouille was probably a bad idea because it set false expectations, but it's not like taking and remaking recipes is anything new even if this example is modern. That's why so many recipes make a point of stating what decade they're from."
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"Do you know how to make the original recipe, actually? I've never had that kind before."
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He takes a plate anyway. It smells pretty good.
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This dish cannot just be thrown together with no plan. Very, VERY much the opposite.
"Is your crockpot magic?"
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"Seriously? That... that takes all the joy out of it." He sounds horrified. Max thinks he agrees with Darcy, actually.
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"I get plenty of joy out of being able to eat decent food in the wilderness."
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"If it helps, yours tastes much better. I'd eat it on purpose."
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"Thanks," he answers with a weak smile. "That helps." A little.
not here
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"It's super gross," Steve nods, with a mildly grossed out look on his own face to match. "And the rat's annoying."
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