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]

Good, I do not think Luceti is quite ready to handle a hyper-caffeinated Jedi.

[A half smile, and she resumes nibbling on her beignet. At the moment she was utterly oblivious to a smudge of powdered sugar along her cheek bone.]

[redjacketthief]

Glad of you to have me, Luke. This should be interesting.

What order are we going in, anyway? Because they were originally aired...not entirely in consecutive order.

Lupin, meet Loopy Dellie

[fleurdesel]

[This was a bad idea. Just. Avoid him, that'd be easier, but then wouldn't he get the impression she didn't trust him even more? But she did. Trust him. She just couldn't explain everything in her head and what he'd said had helped her in a way and he looks calm enough and maybe he wouldn't mind talking to her when she is completely, totally off duty? There's not a clinical thought in her head. Not a one. So- still a bad idea, but. She needs to apologize. And she doesn't have anything for him. Merde.

Wait. There was- well it was impersonal and he's on medication so it probably wasn't the best idea, but. Maybe for later? Mixed signals, she is giving them. Over to Lupin Adele wanders, hesitates, argues with herself, resolves not to talk to him, and then wanders back over. When she finally makes up the nerve she's got a bottle tucked under one arm and a bandaged hand extended to help him with the blankets and pillows.]

I'm sorry- [Not what she'd meant to say. But. too late to take it back now.] About yesterday morning.

Hooo boy!

[redjacketthief]

[There was something up here, something off. Adele...was normally not this meandering and indecisive, and had no reason to be this forward and overt.

He stares at her, eyebrows raised in his confusion as he instinctually hands over the bedclothes.]

Why are you apologizing? [There was nothing to apologize for (except for proving to Lupin that she was indeed too fragile to be trusted for a while), and any damage was avoided. He'd even been a perfect gentleman, and was taking her words (though possibly faulty) into consideration with his plans.]

Sit down--what's up with your hand?

[fleurdesel]

I gave the impression I didn't trust you, and neglected to elaborate on what exactly happened with- someone I still don't want to think or talk about. [She takes the blankets and pillows in one arm and lays them over the sofa, the bottle under the other jiggling a bit. She's nervous. And showing it. Cool resolve? Not present at all.]

My wha- oh. That. Um. Er. [She sits, sets the bottle on her other side so Lupin wouldn't see the label, and blinks down at her bandaged hand. Fruit. Knife. Right. She didn't have that with her today and she should probably answer.] Ben and I- we had one of those. Fruit. The star shaped ones that tasted a little like peaches. I don't even like peach that much, now that I think on it. They're too sweet- [Tangent, get back on topic.] Um. I was. Slicing it, and cut my palm. Like an idiot. Because I am. An idiot, that is.

[kineticcajun]

[It's more or less that Tante Mattie has probably called him absolutely any odd nickname in English or French at some point in his life. And so, he just grins at her, albeit it's a little uncertain at first. Hugs and affectionate outpourings make him fidgety.]

Oui. I figured if anyone was too hungry for jus' snacks, it might come in handy. 'Cause I know some popcorn ain't gonna fill me up, for one.

[kineticcajun]

[Shrug.] Whichever you want. I t'ink mos' people around here stick wit' "Gambit", though.

[Go go superhero codenames.]

[fleurdesel]

I brought beignets. [She huffs a soft laugh and pats his back, looking over to the array of snack foods. She was a little less jittery, now, and a great deal less somber. She didn't have the mind to be frustrated or anything other than mildly fuzzy and a little over talkative.]

Helios made them- well. He made me help, and I swear they're edible. They even taste like they should, and I had one over an hour ago and haven't died. So they're the first thing I've helped make that hasn't made someone ill.

[kineticcajun]

[He can't help a small grin at that. Genki host indeed.]

Merci. Good to see you too. Anywhere I should put the food? [Hefting up that dish here.]

[redjacketthief]

Dellie--slow down. You're not an idiot, you were just screwed over on both ends of the Shift, is all. My first Shift made me an honest man for a week, if you can believe it.

[Almost ruined his plans too before he could get anywhere, but he made a few valuable allies and a friend because of it. He looks curiously at the bottle Adele is trying to hide as he sits down next to her. fighting the temptation to just reach over and grab it so he could see what it was.]

If it bugs you, don't think then. Don't talk about it, but do something. [He's not even going to comment on questionable trustworthiness a this point--he was a gentleman, but also a thief. Trust, while welcome, wasn' always expected.

...even in circumstances like these.]

[kineticcajun]

Beignets? [Adele, you are the greatest person. Ever. If there is one thing Gambit actually can't make, it's beignets, and it bothers the hell out of him. Mattie tried to teach him. Credit where it's due. But it never stuck.

And so, he's laughing and smiling at that description.]

Glad they're not makin' you hurt, 'cause I'd be eatin' 'em anyway.

[fleurdesel]

[She bites down on the inside of her cheek to keep quiet, curbing her thoughts. One thing at a time. One thought after another, and it was hard on this medication but, not entirely impossible. She takes a deep breath, then another, before offering the bottle to Lupin. Courvoisier cognac, well aged, and she knew she shouldn't give a man on pain medication liquor but it was an apology gift.]

I came across this while helping Ginia stock Cloud Nine and thought you might enjoy it. After you are finished with your medication. Or. Whenever. [An honest Lupin? She couldn't imagine him being forced to live like that for a day, let alone a week. She shudders, faintly, in sympathy.]

I. I am trying to. It's...slow. But. It is working. I think? I hope- which is something I never thought I would do again but. [Another shrug.]

[fleurdesel]

When I was talking Ben down from his caffeine high he mentioned a fondness for Danish, I explained that while Danish are lovely Beignets are truly a superior pastry, and sought to prove my point tonight. I think between the two of us we should have a convert to the wonders of Cajun cooking soon enough, yes?

[And that smile, that made her relax. Last week, in a word, sucked. But this one? Looked to be survivable. Oh. Wait. Oh hell.]

...Have you? Met Ben, that is. [Say no. Please say no. Say you have mentioned nothing.]

[kineticcajun]

Doc, I can convert anyone to the wonders of Cajun cookin'. But those beignets'll make it go a lot faster.

[And oh, she's asking now. Wolfish smile. He hasn't said a damn thing (yet), but that doesn't mean he won't let her think he may have.]

Met him on my way in.

[fleurdesel]

Of that, I have no doubt Chou-chou. [A half smirk before she blinks at his grin. That. That is a smile she knows well.]

Merde- What did you say? You said something. Or implied something. Or gave a- a- a significant look and I do not know why you and Lupin think anything of it- [She covers her mouth with a hand to silence herself and instead, glares.]

[kineticcajun]

[These eyes, they are lighting up with amusement. Perhaps literally. That wolfish grin stays perfectly in place, widening ever-so-slightly as she charges on and just makes it all that much more incriminating.]

T'ink anythin' of what? Y'know, doc, ain't nothin' to be ashamed of.

[fleurdesel]

...I am going to shave you in your sleep Rems. [She mumbles into her palm, massaging her face.]

He is a friend. Just a friend. Just as you are to me, so is he. [Because, well, Jedi, and damn her inability to filter anything right now. She'd thought this odd attraction would lessen after that night with the fruit, but. The more she worked it out the harder it was to logic her way around it. In the end she'll just blame hormones. A week spent in bed, more or less, after years of celibacy? Yes, she's hormonal. That's all it was.]

[kineticcajun]

[The amusement only sparks even more at the threat of shaving - how many times have Tante Mattie, Mercy, and Bella threatened that same thing? - but he's still not laughing. Somehow. The grin still isn't going anywhere, though.]

'Course he is. Never said he wasn't. You, on the other hand...

[fleurdesel]

Choose your words carefully. [Her eyes narrow. Despite the muzziness in her system, her inability to keep to one train of thought for too long, in this she is utterly serious.]

Or I will shave your eyebrows as well as your goatee.

[kineticcajun]

[He holds up his free hand in a sign of surrender, although that grin still hasn't gone anywhere.]

I didn't say anythin'. Easy, there. I like my eyebrows.

[It's. Really hard not to laugh when saying that.]

[fleurdesel]

[Adele spends one more moment looking up at him seriously before sighing and shaking her head.]

I will never live this down, will I?

[kineticcajun]

Prob'ly not. [And he's sure there will only be more kindling to add to the fire later.]

I'm sure you'll get me back soon 'nough, though.

[thefinaljedi]

Chronological order seemed like the proper way to go. Start in Obi-Wan's past, build to the future.

I see you have blankets and stuff. Thats good, I don't know how much we'll have and to be honest, the weather looks like its going to take a turn for the worse.

[thefinaljedi]

Just set it down on the back table, unless its something that needs heating. If thats the case, toss it in the oven, that should keep it warm. It smells good, what is it?

Later scientist is also late. HIT ME WITH ANYTHING

[semper_cogitans]

[So. Social occasions and Robert rarely mix.

But this is something he is fascinated by - and Leonardo managed to convince Don to come hopefully - and he doesn't want to be home alone, not after the recent experiment.

So here's an anxious little blob of a scientist, taking in the sights of Obi-Wan and Luke's home with a nervous air. He hovers close to the turtles (they may almost seem like bodyguards with how he ends up being flanked by them) at first, but Ami or other people at the party might be able to convince him out of his metaphorical and somewhat-literal shell long enough to talk.

... Catch him organizing things spontaneously (it's a nervous habit!) or orbiting a corner like a wayward satellite. Or engage him in some conversation. Or offer him food. Or something! Go crazy.]