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Who: OPEN to all!
What: Movies, movies, movies! And games and food too.
When: All day Saturday, June 7th (starts 11ish)
Where: Rec Center
Summary: Ginia throws a movie marathon at the rec center for entertainment and post-draft distractions.
Rating: PG-13 for some of the movies shown, but let's keep it around here or lower.

On Thursday, flyers were posted around the village with another notification of the movie marathon and the list of movies that will be shown:

The Sword in the Stone
Grease
Robin Hood: Men in Tights
Moulin Rouge
The Princess Bride
Jurassic Park
Clue
Rocky Horror Picture Show

Come Saturday, the list can also be found outside the rec center. Inside the center, there are tables set up filled with food: fruit and veggie platters, cookies and cake from the bakery, sandwiches, packages of popcorn (with a microwave nearby), and an assortment of packaged candy. As food begins running low, runners will be sent to the stores to bring back more. There are also drinks - water, sodas, juices, tea, and coffee. Alcohol is bring your own, but Ginia also has a small table set aside with some gin, whisky, vodka, and mixers.

Besides what seating is already in the rec center, additional chairs, large cushions, and even two beanbag chairs have been brought in. For those who want to hang out but not watch movies, there's still pool, board games, and a few deck of cards.

Enjoy, relax, and try not to think about the draft.

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/Plays and musicals. He's a great singer too. There are other dancers so he's not a true triple threat, but he has talent. Looks too. Some people get it all./

Some people do indeed.

[Saori purses her lips, vaguely amused. There was a time when she'd likely have been a little envious of someone like Ginia saying that. She was pretty, and clearly had talents of her own, whereas Saori as a young human woman had been plagued by a myriad of doubts and had been dealing with a divine teacher who had no real idea how to quell them. It'd been a great recipe for incredibly low self-esteem. Though now she can look back on it with more understanding and a sense of self-deprecating humor.]

Like you, in your own way. You're talented and attractive too, you know. It must be genetic.

[When Jean shows up, she's grateful for the opportunity to socialize. The draft had been awful, and coming home to find Scott just-- gone again had been devastating. She knew she should deal with those feelings, sooner rather than later, but for now? For just one evening? She was going to pretend like everything was ok.

Spotting Remy, she saunters over, making no real attempt to be sneaky as she approaches him from behind, putting one hand on his shoulder, and the other over his eyes, both loose touches.]

Guess who.

[Ginia's lips twitch into a slight smile and she bows her head in acceptance of the compliment, but it's a gesture from someone who knows how to accept something she doesn't believe in. As a child, taunted and teased for being unable to speak, shy and undergoing the awkward years all teens went through, Ginai would have given anything to be beautiful and talented.

And here she was now and she couldn't see anything but the blood on her hands, the scars seared into her back, the deep ugly cuts marring her mind and heart. Beautiful? No. Hardly. Maybe on the outside, enough to get compliments, enough to seduce a mark, but she was rotting and crumbling away inside.

But she knows how to take a compliment.]

/Genetics, maybe. My mother was very beautiful. She was also an actress and singer on stage./

[Mad skillz, sure, sure. Until betting goes on, it's nothing more than a friendly game. Ginia watches the two balls go into the pocket and surveys the table for her own shot.]

/Blue, right middle pocket./

[Ginia paces over to the left side, lines up her shot, and sinks it.]

Everyone gotta start somewhere.

Oui, that be the main goal, but when ya playin' 'gainst someone, gets a touch more complicated. One person aims to down all the solid colour balls, the other aims for the striped ones. [Remy explain, pointing each out in turn.] Whoever gets theirs gone first, then sinks the black, wins.

Mais, bein' a friendly game, 'nd ya learnin', ain't that big an issue to start with.

[Now this could be a fun, yet also dangerous, little game. Depending on how Remy wanted to treat it.]

I donno, I think I need to feel 'bout to figure that out. [He raised a hand from where it rested on the back of the couch he sat on, moving it around towards her direction in a comedic and over the type gesturing way.]

[She laughs, and deftly levitates out of the way, keeping her hands in place as she does.]

That sounds an awful lot like cheating, to me.

Since when do I play by the rules, hein? [He couldn't help it, Jean was damn fun to flirt with, and had little risk on it backfiring in his face.]

True enough. [Removing her hands from his person, she floats down so she's sitting on the back of the couch, next to him. She's considerate enough to not wear her shoes when she does this, so the couch seats won't get all mucky.] What are we watching?

[Moving his hands to link his fingers behind his head, Remy sat comfortably, feet stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles as he slouched deep into the couch.]

Robin Hood: Men in Tights, been 'while since I've seen it.

[Deadpool leans back and sort of spins the stick in his hand as he watches]

Roger roger. Not a problemo, I see what you are doing there. Ever wonder why you call pool pool? I mean its supposed to be called billiards, but most folks just know it as pool, and heck, that is what I always do anyway.

[He'll take a moment to chalk up as he blabs on]

Like there is no water at all involved in it at all, and you aren't exactly doing anything that could really equate to water, other than of course sinking the balls. I suppose that must be where it comes from, you have things floating, and you trying to sink them. Though, I'd say that seems a bit of stretch all things considered.

[Ginia surveys the table for her next shot or a counter shot, listening to Deadpool's blabbing. It's somewhat distracting, but having worked with a partner also prone to gabbing, it's easy to block out.]

/I always heard pool came from pool in the sense of pooling money. Billard tables were added to pooling or betting halls as a way for people to pass the time between races. Eventually the name stuck./

[She leans over the table to check a shot.]

/Five, corner pocket./

[She lines up her shot again and shoots, sinking the ball. The cue ball bounces off the wall and rolls over to stop by a striped ball toward the middle of the table. Hmm. Bad position to shoot from.]

[Well that would actually make some sense]

Huh, I guess that makes sense. Considering my name you'd think I'd have put that together, but ah well.

[He takes a look at the position, it was workable, but not particularly easy. Heh, double entendre]

/An interesting point. I always thought pool referred to pools of bodily fluids left by dead bodies. But accepting money to ensure someone's death works well./

[Ginia flashes a smile. Interesting how names work.]

/Was D-E-A-D-P-O-O-L a name you picked or did someone give it to you?/

[ He sees the differences. He hadn't noticed the stripes before, but. ]

So I can try to hit any for now? But the black one is for last always. [ Right? ]

Hmm, isn't that about some out-law ladies man who's too clever for his own good, and always stealing things? I can't imagine why you would want to watch this.

Actually its a little bit different then that, but I won't get into it.

[This was supposed to make people less depressed right?]

More a name that sort of stuck around. Depends on who you ask, it was awhile ago.

/Fair enough. Certainly stands out./

[Not that Deadpool needs any help standing out. Ginia surveys the table again before sitting on the edge and leaning to shoot over her hip. It won't sink anything, but she nudges it a bit more toward the center of the table.]

Yep. Kind of my M-O really. Flashy is how I do.

[He takes the stick in one hand points to the corner and proceeds to spear the ball right into it]

Like a boss.

[He definitely has a smirk right now]

/Couldn't tell at all./

[Sarcasm doesn't carry well through signs, but Ginia gives a small roll of her eyes and a dry smile. She eases off the table, careful not to jostle the balls on the table.]

/Do you have just the one suit or do you have backups?/

I know, my middle name is Humble. Naw, just kidding ya. I have no idea what my middle name is, though if I had one it would probably be like Watson, or like Willow, something with a W.

[He does a casual behind the back shot to sink into a corner pocket]

Come to think of it, I don't think I ever told you my civilian name.

/You haven't, but I'm going to guess both first and last name start with a W./

[Comic book naming conventions and alliteration after all.]

[He shrugs]

Such is the medium. Wade Wilson.

[And he lines up another shot pointing to a far end, it would take a certain amount of angling to get it there, and was an unnecessarily difficult shot. Showing off at things he was actually good at sort of just came naturally though. He sinks the shot in, and leans on the table and rechalks the cue with a bit of a smirk]

Currently schooling you in pool.

[Wade Wilson. Not a bad name at all. Noted. His comment and showing off only earns a small scoff. He's welcome to show off all he wants, she's just treating it as a casual game. And if she lets herself get self-deprecating and analytic, getting one-upped in Luceti is something she's used to.]

/Should I stop playing and set up trick shots for you? I can do that too./

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