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

[averybadfeeling]

"It would be rather lengthy. Perhaps it is better suited to an advertisement. A holoboard, maybe."

[She's emoting. She's emoting. He isn't sure by what grace or fortune this has come about, but he doesn't care.

He hugs her.]

[fleurdesel]

Perhaps. But I brou- Ben?

[ she shifts the basket to one hand and holds it out to one side so it won't be squished by the sudden embrace. Her other hand reaches around to pat him on the back awkwardly. She and Helios had worked hard on these, dammit, and she wanted them enjoyed, not smooshed by Jedi Hugs. Even if the Jedi Hugs were very nice and very comforting. All she had to do was turn her head and, well, there it was. Her Ben Pillow. Very comfortable and she should probably say something.]

I brought something better than Danish?

[averybadfeeling]

[She seemed to have a spot on his chest where her head was naturally inclined to rest, oddly, but he let go when she spoke. Too much. She was not ready.

Don't react. Let her ignore it.]

"And what would that be?"

[fleurdesel]

[Aaand Ben Pillow was gone. Damn. She should've been quiet. It was easier to ignore things when she was comfortable, then again, there were cozy seats enough for her to be comfortable on her own later. Adele brings her mind back on task and lifts the corner of the towel covering the basket, the scent of fresh, fried sweet dough wafting up.]

Beignets. I helped, a little. Helios let me form the dough after he double checked everything that went in them. And we tested them earlier so I promise they're palatable.

[averybadfeeling]

[Obi-Wan looks at the pastries and chuckles.]

"I hope you realize that I do not only enjoy sweet foods... but they look and smell delicious. Thank you for bringing them."

[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?

[averybadfeeling]

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

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

[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?"

[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.

[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]

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.]

[averybadfeeling]

[The affection is not relevant, but it's certainly touching.]

"Perhaps you should get something to eat, then. Not enough to nullify the effects too much, as you say. Just enough to help you relax."

[Did he perhaps put a touch of suggestion into the word relax? Did he perhaps attempt to empathically soothe the anxiety and fear a bit, just temporarily, just enough to make it a bit easier on her?

Hard to say, really. It certainly is not a dramatic or immediate enough effect to be noticeable.]

[fleurdesel]

...You, Helios, and Ginia. Always feeding me, or telling me to eat. [She huffs a laugh, rubbing at her eyes.] M'Dieu, it is like visiting my sisters. They once tied me to a chair and forced me to eat until they were satisfied that I'd had enough.

[Still, she does wander over to where she'd set down the beingets and pulls one out, nibbling on it with a soft sigh. Not terrible. Not as good as the ones from the New Orleans chef, but not terrible. And. She didn't feel quite so tense anymore, for whatever reason.] And if you think that is a story fondly retold from my childhood? It is not. That happened two christmases ago.

[averybadfeeling]

"... That seems a touch excessive."

[Perhaps they were wrong, despite being well-meaning.

Maybe he was too.

...Not helpful.]

"I assure you, however, I have no intention of tying you down or forcing anything upon you."

[fleurdesel]

My family, they always work best in extremes, yes? [She shrugs and finishes the last bite of her pastry.]

I would most certainly hope not. There are only a handful of ways tying someone down could be pleasant and I sincerely doubt you would know of any of the- I am going to stop talking now. [She buries her face in her hands.]

...

Forget I said that.

[averybadfeeling]

[What.]

"... gladly."

[WHAT.]

"In any case, let me know if there is anything I can do for you."