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[studmuffin]

When: August 14th.
Rating: R.
Characters: Everyone! Tell your friends!
Summary: There are no Star Wars people in the City so let's have ourselves a bit of education.

What started off as a brosession quickly turned into a free for all movie night. Not that Stiles minds considering, but it means he has to plan and execute everything a lot more smoothly. So when Saya offers up the equipment they need he jumps at the chance.

Isaac helps cart everything about - werewolf strength, Stiles is envious -, and together they track down a space in Xanadu and fill it. It's not a hot night but it's warm and balmy and nobody's going to end up with pneumonia. Squashy beanbags get borrowed off a particularly hipster coffee shop and placed liberally about the place. They take what they can, couches that fit out of doors and large obnoxious cushions so everyone has a place to settle. There's a fuckton of candy too. Stiles pretty much wipes out a weeks allowance alone getting it and the soda. But if he's doing something he's doing it properly and he texts everyone the time and the place and all but collapses into a beanbag.

When people arrive he'll move. Honest.

Comments

[medicos]

He was considering telling Jim that yeah, he'd be hisJedi Master, it would be really fun if not frustrating on his part because Jim was probably going to be the most frustrating apprentice in existence.

But.

"No," he says flatly, no room for arguments. "And no lightsabers for you, either."

[hischair]

"I'm going to make one tomorrow."

He drags himself and his beanbag closer, enough that when he sprawls at an incline toward Leonard that he can chat without raising his voice, even though he still does. The bag of sweets is offered over his head, eyes fixed on the movie as he chomps through jelly snakes, snapping bits off in his teeth.

"Phasersaber ... Lightphaser ..."

[medicos]

"Don't hurt yourself."

Bones snorts, then offers the entire packet of malteasers to him. He can be nice!

"It's pure plasma contained in the shape of a sword. You've got a snowball's chance in hell of being able to make one with the tech you're using here right now."

[hischair]

Malteasers! What a prince. He'll be taking a handful, thank you kindly.

"I could ... rig up a thing."

TECHNICAL AS SHIT. Scotty is weeping somewhere.

[medicos]

"A thing." Shaking his head, and returning his eyes to the film their watching. So done with your shit, Jim Kirk. "Why is it that anything we can't understand or explain is always called 'a thing'?"

[hischair]

"It usually is." It would have been the greatest Thing ever, don't be a hater. And then this happens, and Jim really makes a sad noise like a dying whale. "They're fighting!"

While sounding like a distressed ten year old girl.

[medicos]

What a selfish asshole, Bones thought as he listened to Anakin's speech after he let go of Padmé's neck.

"Isn't he supposed to be the Chosen One or something?"

Clearly he wasn't paying attention when they were watching the original three.

[hischair]

"He's such a dick!" Someone, probably by the name of Jim Kirk, might be living vicariously through the story-line. "He is, he's the hero. I can't take this, fnnnghhh."

Sliding lower in his seat, Jim kicks his feet a little against his beanbag. Fucking Sith.

"He's like his brother, you'd think he'd be like 'You raised me, maybe you have a point', but no."

confusing my star wars storylines

[medicos]

Bones is a little more sympathetic to Anakin, though. "The guy's feared losing someone he really cared for and completely got himself overwhelmed to that feeling. From my point of view, it could really only go two ways, and he chose the dark side."

And never really recovered from it, either. Wow, not that Bones is thinking about it or anything, but why does that plot point sound incredibly familiar, if a different near the end?

Anyway.

"Got more popcorn there, Jim?"

[hischair]

If Khan is in the audience, they are all so screwed.

The popcorn is ferreted out from where the folded bag has been squashed under his ass, a forlorn sigh given along with it as he dejectedly watches a bromance fall apart at the seams. This is not cool. This is sad. Jim wouldn't bat an eye if enemies were slaying each other or long lost lovers were parting again, but he's weird like that.

Feelings, man.

[medicos]

Glad to know Jim's priorities are straight.

Bones is not gonna admit that it makes him a little sad, too. He's more interested in the fact that they haven't gotten medical attention for Padmé just yet when she was literally seconds from choking to death, and pregnant to boot. That's not safe, dumbasses. Also, Anakin's eyes are so red, he cringes every time they focus on his face. The guy needs a decent night's sleep.

And then, Obi-Wan turns his back on Anakin - there is some suspicious sniffling from somewhere, but he can't pinpoint it exactly.

He turns to Jim. "Are you crying?"

[hischair]

"Fuck you." Don't you judge him! "There's sugar all over my hands, it's in my eye. It seriously is!"

[medicos]

"Jesus Christ."

Shoving a box of tissues for him to wipe his hands (right, but Bones isn't going to mention it because he's a very good and amazing best friend, best in the world). It's a very good thing, at least, that Jim isn't allergic to sugar.

[hischair]

Those tissues are used to pointedly wipe off his hands, yes. The strangled noises continue right up until Obi-Wan cuts off Anakin's legs, at which point Jim wails Noooo and gestures emphatically to the screen.

"They can't work through that! Oh my God, why is this happening?"

Slack-jawed, hands in his hair, he sits up and laughs to dispel his own tension at You were the Chosen One! This isn't watching Star Wars anymore, it's Watching Jim React To Star Wars. At one point, you bet your ass he covers his mouth during some close-up shots of Anakin crawling on fire.

"This is so sad."

[medicos]

If only Bones had earplugs.

"Just watch the goddamn film, it should be ending, anyway."