Movie Marathon!

[thefinaljedi]

Who: Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Arsene Lupin III, Ami Mizuno, Adele Leblanc, Leonardo, Gambit, and anyone else who has the desire to show up.
What: Star Wars Movie Marathon
When: February 21st to whenever its done
Where: Luke and Ben's place
Summary: Luke and Ben have decided to just end the constant cycle of confusion and actually WATCH the Star Wars movies. There is soda (gasp!) popcorn, canned tea, and all sorts of other movie related nonsense.
Rating: PG, same as the movies (Could get PG13? doubtful)

Comments

[fleurdesel]

They were the quickest thing I could think of, and Helios was making something sweet already and I did not want to inconvenience him unduly and I suppose if you put bittersweet chocolate on top or chili powder they would not be only sweet-

[She bites down on her bottom lip, takes a deep breath, and manages a smile. It's wobbly, but present.] Where should I put them?

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit is fashionably late in showing up, but when he does, he has a big plasticware container in tow. Movie night may not be the best for bringing along an actual dinner dish, but hey, he figures if anyone is hungry for something beyond snacks, he's got it.

Although he's definitely a little surprised to see the turnout. Huh.]

[averybadfeeling]

[Ah, a newcomer. He's seen you around, in all likelihood, but he's never spoken to Monsieur LeBeau until riiiight... now.]

"Hello, there."

[averybadfeeling]

[Hmm. Apparently she was not up for teasing, either.]

"We'll find a spot for them... are you alright, Adele?"

[fleurdesel]

Ma Petit Chou-Chou!

[It was soft enough that, well, no one else would hear, Adele wasn't quite that offcenter. But it was pitched for Gambit to hear, and if he's not paying attention a petite surgeon is going to attach herself to him on one side, giving him a quick squeeze.]

[fleurdesel]

Alright? I'm well. Well enough. Erm. [And there, there was a flag for Ben. Even when uncomfortable or distraught, she always took the time to choose her words carefully. Never an erm, um, or hmm.]

Just. [She waves a hand.]

Trying very hard not to think about what floor I'm on. As far as I'm concerned this is the second floor.

[averybadfeeling]

[... Oh, dear. That did not sound like her, or not the typical her. Either she was sleep deprived, or...]

"Adele, you didn't... take anything, did you?"

[kineticcajun]

[Well, if it isn't Obi-Wan Kenobi. There's a slight flicker of surprise in Gambit's eyes before he grins in return.]

Hey. Didn't mean to be late, but this - [he hefts up the dish] - took a li'l longer'n I was expectin'. Not too late for the party, non?

[averybadfeeling]

"Not at all. We haven't yet begun the first film."

[He bows respectfully.]

"Obi-Wan Kenobi. And you are?"

[fleurdesel]

Nothing that would be considered harmful and nothing I prescribed myself. Well. Here I must, because my therapist is, after all, not here but it is something I take for this infrequently and I am accustomed to the side effects and the proper dosage, if anything I take less than the recommended dosage because I cannot afford to be as drowsy as it would normally make me...

...this bothers you.

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit has just enough time to get a better balance on the dish so that he doesn't drop it and then--

-- "ma petit chou-chou"? He hasn't been called that in years. And just like the last time he was called it and hugged, he's already squirming.

He'll keep his voice just as low as Adele's, although his tone is joking.]

When'd you turn into my tante Mattie?

[kineticcajun]

[Balancing the dish one-handed, he returns that bow.]

Remy LeBeau. Some people call me Gambit. Nice t'meet you.

[averybadfeeling]

[It does. It shouldn't. He feels foolish, being bothered by it. She is not a Jedi, she does not have his advantages when coping with emotions, why should he judge her for hers?]

"Not at all. I was simply concerned about your behavior and wished to ascertain the cause."

[He gives her an easy, relaxed look. It occurs to him that, from a certain point of view, what he just said could be considered a lie. Just because he does not want to be bothered, that does not mean he genuinely is not.]

"... Very well. The use of medications to cope with stress is... alarming to me, because of my background, but I also realize it is not rational for me to judge you on that basis."

[He could not lie to her. She had such faith that he never would, and he was not going to betray that, even for something as harmless as this.]

[fleurdesel]

When I took my medication? It makes me a little. Off. If I'm not that high.

[She blinks and looks up at him, puzzled. Ah, that must have been- well it wasn't that uncommon an nickname for a child, true, but she'd picked it because. Well. Red Cabbage, purple armor. She shrugs, smooths her hair out of her eyes and steps off to the side so Remy won't drop his dish.]

...Is that Jambalaya?

[averybadfeeling]

"An honor. Which should I call you?"

[fleurdesel]

It does make me...off? Odd. Erratic. Well, not entirely, it depends on a variable that I am ignoring at the moment, though I am not doing a very good job of it. So. I do understand. And. I'm sorry. About yesterday. I can't- explain. Why. Not really- well not that I can't explain at all, I just can't explain yet, but once I can? I will. Er. Explain. I promise.

[She has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop long enough to breathe.] It's common enough, and I tried every alternative before hand. And I don't. Often, go places. That would induce stress. [She snorts.] You don't judge me at all Ben. Why else do you think I'm so fond of you?

[Aaand time to power right on by that particular thought. Oh, there's space over there for the basket. She whisks over to the counter, sets them down, and whisks back.] So. Um. Where...did the extra chairs come from? I didn't think that the apartments came with this many.

[averybadfeeling]

"They did not. Luke and I had to fetch more, and an extra sofa."

[He's clearly going to have to proceed with caution. She's not in a good way.

But at least she's trying. That is progress, to be certain.]

[fleurdesel]

As long as it was just the two of you and not Lupin. He is supposed to be resting, which I know is impossible, and I need to get him something to apologize with but I don't know what yet. [She scrubs a hand through her hair and sighs, looking back up to Ben.]

[averybadfeeling]

"Lupin was not involved with the set-up. I do believe he may be attending, however."

[He certainly hoped so. The more of Adele's friends were here to help her through this, the better.]

[fleurdesel]

Fantastic. That will not be awkward at all. And- Merde. Ben? While I do wish to apologize, I do not need to talk to him while I'm like this. [She massages the bridge of her nose, thinking. Or. Well. Trying to.]

[averybadfeeling]

"You need not speak to him if you do not wish to."

[Something is definitely going to go wrong. And that is only if the Force is with him. If not? Many things are going to go wrong.]

[fleurdesel]

I knew I should have taken a smaller dose. [She sighs and rubs her temples.] I'd rather have tiny, mild panic attacks all day than be like this.

[averybadfeeling]

"... Do you know any way to mitigate the effects slightly, or else flush the medication from your system?"

[Don't mind him, he's just going to be doing a little empathic probing to see if he can help ease your nerves.]

[fleurdesel]

Food typically helps. Something about the hormones released amidst digestion makes this mild. Though. If we flushed them out entirely I would have to watch the films from the next floor down.

[Muzzy as she is, Adele can't quite register everything that she's feeling, let alone an empathic connection. Still, beyond that drug induced veil there is anxiety. Fear. That same undercurrent of loneliness, though less than it used to be. And knotted up in all of that, over even frustration and guilt, was affection.]

[thefinaljedi]

Good evening Gambit. I'm glad you could make it! Please, come in, make yourself at home

[Look at Skywalker, being such a genki host!]