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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Can understand ya there Jeanie. [All too well.] Problem with all these different time lines, never know who's goin' to show up from when.

Yeah. It makes a complex situation even more so. When are you from, again?

Later than ya, later than everyone I think.

I should be makin' money on that somehow, sell myself as a psychic or something.

Hey, now, that's my turf. [She cracks a tiny smile.] I can't let a fellow psychic use their powers for evil.

'cause ya could! I'd cut ya in.

[It may be avoiding the topic, but got a smile out of her.]

Oh, you would, would you? [She arches an eyebrow, taking a sip of her drink.] What sort of rates were you planning on charging, then. Maybe I can just undercut you.

Ah, but hard to corner the market when ya don't have the information I do. 'nless ya plan on stealin' it from my head, 'nd ya wouldn't do that now. [Remy shoots her a grin and a wink.]

Curse these morals of mine. [She shakes her fist in a tiny way, sarcastically. Clearly, she doesn't have any issue with her morals.] Alright. You win this one.

Merci.

Ain't no easy solution to ya problem chere, not 'till ya get home 'least, 'nd by then ya won't remember 'ny of this 'nyways.

May as well just 'njoy what ya can of this place 'nd brush 'side the bad.

There is a certain wisdom to what you say. [She sighs, settling back into the serious side of their conversation.]

Still. Some things are easier said than done. When he was here, I wanted to forget he had kissed me, but I couldn't. Then we-- talked. And things were lovely. Now I wish I could forget it all again, but that's how this entire mess started in the first place.

Would throw out that love 'nd lost nonsense, but that all be merde.

Far as I see, ya got two options. First, ya face it full on 'nd get yaself into a good place that if that boy shows up 'gain, ya feel secure in yaself 'nd how ya feel for him.

Second, 'nd my preferred choice, distraction. [Talking off, Remy lifts his drink.] Stronger the better.

[Jean eyes his bottle, curiously, almost tempted. Almost.]

I don't know how to face it. I wasn't ready, but we jumped in anyway. I let him into my mind. I was in his. What if he comes back, and he's...

[What, Jean? From the past, before he felt like this? She knows (now) that he's pretty much always felt this way. So that's not so much an issue.]

People stay here for years. [Non sequitur, much?]

'nd some a couple of months. No point worryin' 'bout it if ya can't control it.

Give it time, Jeanie. It'll numb over time. [Until something prompted those thoughts to flare up again. In reality, it was pretty sucky advice.]

[She rolls her eyes over at him, giving him a flat look.] If you're going to lie, have the decency to use that impeccable talent you have for it, please. You and I both know that's not true.

Fine, it'll numb 'till ya get that prompt one day that brings it back to mind. Then ya start all over 'gain. [See? Not a total lie, just a bit left out. Like normal for him.]

Get a hobby, learn a new language, throw yaself into work, 'nything that works to stop ya thinkin' 'bout them. Would add move somewhere, mais that ain't doable here now is it?

Though none of that be healthy or a permanent solution to this all.