Prescribed Recreation part 3: Chillax'n with a Vengeance

[fleurdesel]

Who: House 44, House 46, House 3, Saori, Steve Rogers, and whoever wanders in
What: Movie night on the beach
When: September 9th, in the evening
Where: The Beach
Summary: After an unfortunate tussle with a Chaos God, work on a farm, a swarm of refugees and stress piled upon stress, sometimes all anyone wants is to sit back and watch classic movies.
Rating: PG for possible adult language
Something that everyone could agree on was this: the past three weeks had been several shades of stressful. What they needed, what they all needed was something mindless and relaxing shared in the company of those they care for in a neutral environment. The beach works well enough, and it's not that far a trip for anyone involved.

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[windandrain]

[Well, if she'd made it through and you broke your promise...she'd have pugged your rug, Adele. And there wasn't any way you could prevent it!]

Its good to know, that you'll be there for me when I need you. I'm sorry if I was troublesome.

[She raises an eyebrow]

State it plainly. That will be best.

[fleurdesel]

Not at all. I've had much more argumentative patients before that I didn't like nearly as much.

[State it plain? State it plain.]

...So I should walk up to Ben and simply tell him that I have romantic feelings for him?

[windandrain]

Oh! Love.

[She stops, strokes her chin delicately, and considers what to say]

Yes. Yes you should. Why haven't you? And who is Ben?

[fleurdesel]

[A soft laugh.]

Oui, l'amour.

Truly? That seems terribly direct. I have not because I'm...not certain that it is wise to have a romantic relationship in this place.

[Adele leans back on one hand, stretching a bit to the side to point to the wandering Jedi not too far in the distance.]

That is Ben.

[windandrain]

If you can be happy, even here, why not embrace it?

[Its all she says before looking at Obi-Wan.]

You...like Hige-san? My, I hadn't thought you the type.

[fleurdesel]

I've ever been wary of my potential happiness. It's not smart, but it's true.

[She blinks, Frowns. Looks back over to Saori.]

...Hige...san?

[windandrain]

Take your chances. As they say in America, roll the dice!

[She giggles]

It means beardy.

[fleurdesel]

...Beardy.


[It's hard to keep a straight face. So. She doesn't. Adele breaks into a very small fit of laughter.]

He is at that.

[windandrain]

Do you like the beard? I imagine kissing him would tickle quite a bit!

[fleurdesel]

...I honestly do not know if I would kiss him. Not because I wouldn't wish to do so but he is a part of a chaste order and I would rather respect that as best I'm able and...

[windandrain]

I think you'll kiss him. [She interrupts, raising a hand]

He'll want you to, and chaste monks are such droll individuals.

[fleurdesel]

I...honestly have no idea. I know I would want to- it's been a long while since I was last in a romantic relationship of my own choosing but I am physical demonstrative.

[It wasn't for her, wasn't even for this situation, but what one Harry Blackstone said months ago comes to mind all too easily.

'Your monk is a damn blind fool'.

She could be inclined to agree.]

[windandrain]

He'll want it. I know he will. Don't worry, he'll fall for you. All you have to do is talk to him, Del=chan.

[fleurdesel]

With that vote of confidence and the charm Rei gave me, I don't know why I've anything to worry about.

[windandrain]

Exactly. You are a lovely woman. Hige-san will be lucky to have you.

[fleurdesel]

I hope you don't start calling him that to his face. I don't know what he'll make of it.

[windandrain]

I don't know him. But if he talks to me, I may just.

[fleurdesel]

Please take a photo of his expression whenever you explain to him what it means.

[windandrain]

I shall, when you introduce me to your future lover.

[Cheeeeeeeky]

[fleurdesel]

[Were she drinking anything, Adele would have choked. Instead she sputters and goes pink, blinking over at Saori.

Cheeky indeed.]

I- he. Celibate order. One can have love without having loving be a part of the equation.

[windandrain]

I'd disagree. He'll come around.

[fleurdesel]

You do not know Ben. He is...he is a fifty year old man in a thirty year old's body. He is stuffy and proper. The. The- what was the term? The Fuddiest of Duddies. The wettest of blankets. To be blunt he has a stick so far up his ass I am surprised his breath does not smell of pine.

[windandrain]

Then it may be your job to either remove the stick, or push it upwards and remove it that way.

[She laughs, remembering her conversation with Isaac]

He may even enjoy it.

[fleurdesel]

...I. I can't. You are.

[She rubs her face with a hand, trying not to burn to death in mortification.]

One does not think of Jedi in that way!

[windandrain]

I don't care what a Jedi is. A man is a man. They have desires, unless...parts are removed.

[Oh so insolent]