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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.

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For his part, Scott has brought several bowls of popcorn. Movie night isn't movie night without popcorn. He's only here because Stiles would disown him if he didn't come and both Allison and Isaac said they'd be there. It doesn't help that he's had a pretty confusing week with the both of them. It's as if he's seeing Isaac anew. Their friendship is rekindled but he realized it runs deeper than he'd ever thought about. And he and Allison had always had their connection, had connected but had decided to remain friends.

What everyone needs is clearly a movie night.

Scott's mom gave him the idea of taking one of the clean comforters so several people can fit as well as a few pillows. He arrives on the earlier side to help set up because he's a bro like that.

He's really freaking hoping they're just watching three of these and not six including the three bad ones. And not the Christmas special because that's something Stiles would totally do to spite him. Setting out the blanket and setting down several bowls of popcorn, Scott plops down on his blanket. He will take applications to share but Allison and Isaac get first dibs. He hasn't said any of this. Maybe he's hoping.

He's really confused right now, can't you tell?

For now, he watches Stiles move about.

During the movie, he will totally cuddle or what have you and make colorful commentary/ask questions.

Isaac is walking around with a perpetual grin on his face because A)they were making Scott watch Star Wars and B) all of his friends were together. He was carrying about a bottle of mt. dew because he'd need the energy.

Then again he was particularly chipper because he'd been having a nice week and a lot of caffeine today so he's just moving from place to place waiting to chill out.

Of course, Jim would invite him and Spock to a movie night with a bunch of kids without actually consulting them first. Bones expected that somehow, so when Jim mentioned it, he simply rolled his eyes. So, now he's here. It's about that thing called Star Wars that's apparently a sci-fi film - Bones hasn't watched a lot of holo films in his time, and ancient earth movies are ancient, so he doesn't actually know anything about it. Maybe someone else can help him if he gets confused.

When he arrives at Xanadu, maybe a few minutes before the movie starts, he greets and speaks other people first, common courtesy and all. No candy for this one, thank you very much, but he does have a cup of soda in his hands a moment later.

Then he sits down in out of the couches they've somehow managed to haul outdoors, sinking into the cushions.

Edited 2013-09-14 23:26 (UTC)

Jim has dropped himself smack-bang in the middle of the grounds, slouching in a beanbag as he eats from the bag of sweets on his lap. Popcorn is long gone, and occasionally he sips from the coke squashed at his side, but for the most part he's rapt as the Jedi are mowed down.

"Assholes," he exclaims to no one in particular, a bark of alarm given when Obi-Wan is shot off the mountainside.

He really likes Kenobi, okay. That guy is awesome.

"You look so cool," he tells Anakin, shaking his head and chewing open-mouthed, "but you're just a wad."

If anyone happens to be sitting next to Jim, they'll already know this is coming. He tends to talk about whatever pisses him off and reacts animatedly when his favorite characters (Anakin and Obi-Wan, even if he keeps huffing frustratedly at the former) are in danger.

"Oh, shit, he knows they're dying! Oh my God, Yoda, no." Shaking his head, his holds the sides of his face and groans. A yell of, "Not the younglings!" echoes the moment Anakin strides into the Jedi Temple and he drops his head back on his beanbag. "Why is everyone such a secret evil dick in this movie! 'Master Skywalker'. Run, kid! Is Obi-Wan really dead?"

So it might be slightly shocking that Lydia's here (but then again maybe not?). It's the first time she's kind of getting together with the group since coming out of the banshee closet and she's not entirely sure if she should give people some space. All the same, she takes over one of the couches, stretching out her legs on it until such time as someone she deigns worthy of sitting arrives.

As to the important question of Luke Skywalker or Han Solo? Han Solo. Every time.

[Ginny's been watching fairly quietly, balancing on her stomach on her broom, the footholds keeping her steady as she hovers a little above the chairs so she isn't in anyone's way. The films are interesting and she's actually seen a few of them thanks to Claire Bennet being her roommate so it's a nice refresher. Mostly she just likes the company, the people around and just enjoying a late summer day with nothing to worry about for a time.

Maybe it's not entirely like her to just be an observer instead of flitting around from everyone she knows. But there are aspects of this that remind her of home, too, so she's quiet and just watching, a bag of popcorn levitating in the air next to her. Come say hi.]

[Though he isn't exactly a Star Wars fan, Neil Perry is never one to pass on a party. Besides, he can't quite shake the sense that passing on a Star Wars movie marathon would invite trans-dimensional ire from Billy.

He's making an effort to pay attention, but honestly, he really doesn't understand the future's fascination with these films-- so he's watching the rest of the audience nearly as intently as the movies.]

[ Todd came along with Neil - or, perhaps, was brought along by Neil as is often the case. He's not generally one to seek out large social gatherings on his own, after all.

He watches the movies intently, quietly, somewhat grateful that movies don't leave the burden of too much interaction with strangers on him. Not that he would necessarily mind making new friends - it feels like the City has taken away so many of his recently - but starting those first conversations is always the hardest part. ]

An evening out of the apartment is exactly what Clint needs, so he knew the second he got the invite that he would be putting in an appearance, and an excuse to catch up with a few people is never something he lets pass by.

He's accustomed to sitting out in the cold for long periods of time, but he still throws on his thickest pair of combats and a jumper to go with it, plus a new jacket he's recently acquired; he's not dressed up for the occasion, exactly, but he looks smart enough.

He finds an empty beanbag and settles down into it, sprawling out like he owns the place and making himself very much at home. But he's also brought a fair amount of alcohol with him, so if anyone happens to want in, all they have to do is ask.

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