→ you know I'd rather work alone than play a supporting role

[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]

"You get used to it." Well, sort of, if you're a Trekkie, it's much easier to accept for sure. "Just make sure to ask where and when a person's from before talking to them so you don't step on any toes. That's always the case when someone's new."

[daggers]

"You mean - in case you accidentally say something that completely blows their mind?" Allison replies, a grin slowly spreading.

All the while, in the back of her head, she's reminded of what Scott had told her about certain people here who are actually fictional in their own world.

[medicos]

"Something like that," he says. "Like now, I'm gonna tell you that I am from the future, and you're from the twenty-third century. In a regular day to day conversation, you'd think I'm crazy but not here."

[daggers]

"Definitely not here. I'm learning never to rule anything out," Allison says, nodding thoughtfully.

"How long have you been here, Mr. McCoy?"