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]

[Doubly distracted by the film, and Ben's reaction to said film, Adele doesn't notice the growing mischief in Remy's eyes. She is utterly vulnerable because, well. She forgot that Remy is Remy.

So when the poke comes she's unprepared. And a sharp, bright laugh is pulled from her. She clamps a hand over her mouth, turns to glare at Remy, and scooches an inch in the other direction. She drops her hand to mouth one word. Eyebrows.]

[kineticcajun]

[You keep threatening about those eyebrows, Adele. He does not think that you will really make good on it.

He assumes an innocently curious look and shrugs back at her. He's done nothing, ma'am.]

[fleurdesel]

[She is onto you Gambit. She inches a little farther away and returns her focus to the movie, none too subtly pulling one of the pillows Lupin had thrown at her and setting it between them. There.]

[kineticcajun]

[Oh, a pillow. That'll totally hold him back. There's no way he can--

--not. Adele, he can rob a man blind and pick every pocket without anyone ever noticing. But he sits still again for a while, waiting until she's probably starting to forget...

And then pokes again, finding the perfect path around the pillow.]

[fleurdesel]

[Adele didn't honestly think the pillow would prevent further poking. Just that perhaps, it would give her some kind of warning. A rustle. A shift in pressure.

...

she was entirely mistaken. Another poke, another bitten off and muffled giggle, and another almost murderous glare.

Not the time Rems. Really.]