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)

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Late thief is late--I'll tage around when I clear my backlogs

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin himself also shows up fashionably late, despite living on the floor directly above. He brings with him an assortment of blankets and pillows, because he seems to have in mind that this will turn into a sleep over eventually (six movies at once? Come on!), and has managed to find something that resembles actual food.

How much a giant platter of simplistically made but very cheesy and spicy nachos counts as actual food can be left up to the gourmands to decide.

The turn out is only a little surprising, and it's pleasant to see faces that he hasn't seen in a while or hasn't actually met in person yet. There were some new faces too, which ws always nice.]

[thefinaljedi]

Well hello Lupin. Glad you could make it.

[Have a Jedi, taking your platter and putting it somewhere so you can find a seat]

[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.

[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.

...I almost posted 'winter is coming' >.>

[redjacketthief]

It's winter. It's Luceti. Anything goes, really. [He shrugs, as if it were nothing special.]

I actually brought the blankets and stuff because, with how long this marathon could take? We're gonna be here all night, with breaks for food and hanging out included.]

Oh you...

[thefinaljedi]

That is true, I'd definitely planned on this being an "all night" event. Good thinking. I'm told the movies are rather long, after all.

[redjacketthief]

They are. All six combined? We're gonna need lots of coffee to stay awake to see them all!

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.

[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.]

[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.]

[redjacketthief]

Distractions are a good thing then. Just what you need.

[Lupin accepts the cognac, studying its label as he hefts the weight of it in his hands. Cracking it open for a try was tempting, but that would ruin its shelf life. Drinking on meds was no fear for him, especially since he was on over-the-counter strength doses of a common anti-inflammatory.]

This looks like a really nice brew, which is a little surprising around here. I've found decent whiskey, bourbon, and rum, but I haven't looked too hard at the wines. Since I can't find my Gitanes, I didn't think I'd find anything too interesting.

I'll save it for a special ocassion. Thanks.

[kineticcajun]

[Lupin, this is your fellow thief giving your nacho platter a skeptical look.]

How much cheese did you put on this t'ing?

[redjacketthief]

[See that smile? You've invited some reckless humor on yourself, Gambit.]

...I'm French.

[kineticcajun]

[Eyeroll. But Gambit grins in return.]

I t'ink I'm losin' some faith in French cuisine, mon ami.

[redjacketthief]

I said I was French. I never claimed to be a chef.

[kineticcajun]

Good t'ing we got other snacks tonight, then, hein?

[redjacketthief]

[Implying that his attempt at actual cooking sucks. Be glad he didn't bring instant noodles and an electric kettle, Gambit.]

...you're not even going to give it a try, are you?

[averybadfeeling]

[Obi-Wan greets Lupin rather quickly after he comes through the door.]

"Glad you could make it. How is everything?"

[Everything, in this case, is not code for "Your recent feelings of rage and frustration which you were having issues with." Nope. Not at all. He'll just be helping you find a free table space for your cheesy wedges of fried starch now.]

[redjacketthief]

[Have a lopsided smile. He sees right through you, Obi-Wan.]

Fine, of course. I'm making things go in my own way. [Which means that he's been haphazardly training with Captain Smoker in the barracks and sleeping, when he's not journal stalking or making nachos.]

How's everything on your end?

[averybadfeeling]

[Good. He'd hate to think he underestimated Lupin.]

"Glad to hear it. I'm doing well. Better than I was before, actually, to both my surprise and relief."

[redjacketthief]

That's good then. You didn't seem badly screwed up in the first place, compared to some around here.

[compared to adele, that is. The man who underestimated Lupin usually ended up dead--Obi-Wan is a good man for avoiding that.]

[averybadfeeling]

"I would like to think that I was not, as you put it, 'screwed up' at all."

[redjacketthief]

Everyone connected to those affected last week were screwed up. So, yeah. You were.

[There's a thoughtful beat as he finds a sofa to drop the blankets and pillows on for use later. He flops down onto the same sofa moments later.]

At least you're getting part of it fixed up. That's good.