15513/I Want My MTV

I Want My MTV
Date of Scene:	31 July 2023
Location:	Fourth Floor: Lounge and Sitting Room
Synopsis:	Hellboy installs a TV in a place that technically isn't his.
Cast of Characters:	Hellboy, Gabby Kinney, Nettie Crowe

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Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy has had to learn to be handy over the years. The places in which he has worked have been perpetually understaffed and mostly occupied by either science nerds or military sociopaths. In either case, they weren't very helpful for simple creature comforts and Hellboy had to learn to provide for himself.

He has his big coat off, a rarity in public, but it gets in the way as he finishes off the screwing in of the last mount for the TV stand. All he has to do is anchor it in place, then and he'll be all set. Well, he still has to set up the router. And configure the Fire Stick. And figure out how the damn thing works.

"I miss cable. All I had to do was plug it into the flamin' wall," he mutters to himself.

He's also probably irritable because he hasn't had a cigar in a while, but he's trying not to smoke indoors for Gabby's sake, since she's around here and has a sensitive sniffer. He gets a handful of popcorn from the bowl he's set out, chomping a bit of it as he starts to fiddle with the remote...

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Popcorn? Gabby smelled popcorn. That sensitive sniffer came in handy sometimes after all. Curious she makes her way up the stairs to the lounge wondering as well what that noise had been. Of course popcorn took priority.

Still wearing her comfy oversized button up shirt and shorts from earlier she comes off the landing spying Hellboy and the newly wall mounted TV with amusement. Given his lack of coat though, she just HAS to let out a joking wolf-whistle. "Oh man, if I'd known there was going to be a gun show I woulda brought mine." That was just as bad as it sounded, she realises, and decides never to say that again.

"What's up, Red?"

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy grins, "Hey there, mi capitan," he says. "You're damn right, I'm always armed. You're probably pretty jacked for a tiny lady person, I bet."

"If I'm gonna be spendin' a lot of time around this joint, I can't be just sittin' down there soakin' up the incense and drinkin' tea. Sometimes I gotta relax my way, which is usually watchin' classic movies. The good shit, not none of this candy ass video game shoot 'em up bullshit they put in theaters nowadays."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney gives her eyebrows a little waggle, and lifts an arm to flex. With the shirt she was wearing it was impossible to see really. The sleeves were rolled up into cuffs around her upper arm to begin with. "I am yeah... I could be more, but I haven't really had need to work out *that* much in awhile." A bit amused she steps further in heading for one of those little cabinet things that was here as decoration/storage to open it up revealing a mini fridge inside.

"Want a Coke?" One is fished out for herself but the offer is there while she's still at the fridge. "I get you. The other groups I've been with have had a lot of 'hang out and relax' stuff around, but most of our members seem to like hanging by themselves. Should get that updated. Maybe get some board games in here... Poker at least." Everyone liked poker.

"If you've got movie suggestions I'm totally up for hearing them. I didn't get to start watching movies and TV until I was fourteen so I'm waaay behind most everyone else."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "I vote for anything with punching Nazis. Or pantsing them, I s'pose." comes the Lincolnshire accent of one Nettie Crowe, very chipperly.

    She's sporting a black eye and a bit of plaster over her nose, along with an IOWA SMITH AND THE HOLY PLACE OF DARKNESS T-shirt and a pair of jeans, and is walking around in a pair of socks with vampire bats on them. Of course, you can tell they're vampires because of the fangs.

    "Don't mind me, duckies." she waves off Hellboy and Gabby both. "But Kinney's correct. The most sociable of the group are the under-twenty-one crowd. Most of the older folks like to keep their own company in their sanctums."

    She pauses, She looks over at Gabby and Hellboy, and then asks with the utmost seriousness to her voice:

    "Do I smell or something?"

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy nods sagely at Gabby's muscle, "See, I bet you'd get all kindsa likes on that...Instacard thing or whatever. Although I do understand you're already taken, so maybe you don't want the attention."

"I want my favorite kind of Coke, which is called a beer. You probably can't get drunk. A lot of supertoughs can't. Not me, though. Demons can get drunk as balls. Hell, I think it might be easier."

"Well, how much classic cinema have ya watched, kid? Do I need to run you through the basics? Casablanca? The Third Man? Singin' in the Rain? Bogart? Cary Grant? Kathy Hepburn - hell of a dame, I met her once when she had a lamia fall in love with her from afar. Came all the way from Hong Kong to try'n lay eggs in her. Helluva thing."

"Popcorn, old movies and I got some chips an' salsa here, too. Sorry, it's Tostitos in a jar, I'm sure you're used to authentic Mexican spices, this is just chopped tomatoes and green peppers an' salt."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney pauses, then reaches further into the mini fridge to pull out a beer. She knew Nettie kept a stash there for the older types just-in-case though really, he was right, it didn't matter to her. The gold and black can is lobbed over toward him with a simple, "Catch. You want one too Nettie or going for the whiskey tonight?"

It's about now she looks over at Nettie's appearance with a crinkle of her nose. "You look like how my brain felt the other day. Sore as fuck." Still she grins a bit in agreement giving a faint nod at the overall assessment of the 'social' sorts. As for movies? "I've seen Casablanca, and The Marlboro Man, and... Uh. Maverick? I think it was? One of the guys at the school liked watching those." Of course not all of those were black and white, just old. Mostly old.

"Food's food, so long as it's good it doesn't matter if it's 'authentic' or not."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "I'm a gin lady, whiskey was my wife's drink of choice." Nettie gives a smile, and she pulls her flask from her side pocket and gives it a wiggle.

    "Oh yes, bit sore this morning following an external movie night with Miss Gutierrez and your lad Tom." Nettie gives a nod to Gabby as she chooses an overstuffed chair to sink down into.

    "... really, a Lamia? Goodness, that's quite a ways for one to travel. Must have been *quite* stricken with Hepburn. Though in all honesty?" NEttie breathes out.

    "Who could *blame* her?"

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy shakes his head as he agrees with Nettie, "Not me. Hell of a dame. Hell, I'd have taken a shot at her myself if not for Spencer Tracy. I just respected the man too damn much."

He grins at Gabby, "Glad to hear ya ain't a snob. Again, with my digestion, I can eat all the bad stuff. I think I lived through one year of the 70s mostly on spray cheese."

He starts to set up the menu, "Well, if I happen to come across any you seen before, I think you'll live seein' 'em again. Just tell me if anybody starts to look familiar," he says, flipping through a variety of movie posters.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"I can really eat most anything. I just have things I like and don't like," Gabby asserts while moving over to plop herself down on a cushion on the floor. There were enough of them there, it worked, and she leans against the armrest of the couch for a bit of back support. The can of Coke is cracked open while watching the screen he was beginning to flip through.

"I'm afraid to ask how a snake lady lays eggs in another woman, and I'm completely okay without knowing the answer to this..." She lets out a sigh, and takes a sip before glancing to Nettie again.

"I need to catch up with Tommy. I've been all over the place lately, and feel like we keep missing each other with our different jobs."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Well you see, Duckie, when a snake lady loves a regular lady very much --" Nettie begins, but she trails off with a slight snicker as she shrugs her shoulders. "You should. He's a nice boy. Very polite. unless it's hate-spewing anti-mutant, anti-different-from-them types." she gives a snort. "You picked a good one." she comments to Gabby, and turns to look at the screen.

    She narrows her eyes a moment.

    "... I don't think I had a telly in here..."

Hellboy has posed:
Hellboy nods, "I know, you didn't, but you didn't hear me bitchin' to ya about it, did ya? Nope, I just took matters into my own hands and solved the problem. Just lemme know what apps you want me to download, you can watch whatever you want on the thing. when I'm not around. I'm payin' for the router."

"Tommy? That your boy's name?" Hellboy asks, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Yeah freshly installed thanks to the big guy," Gabby agrees with a grin of amusement. Talk of Tommy does cause her expression to soften a bit while giving a nod of agreement to such an assessment. "Yeah, I know. And yes, that's his name," She points out to Hellboy while tipping her head back to peer up at him.

"My girlfriend's name is Bunny. Bernice, actually, but Bunny is her nickname." And a bit more suitable for her, really. Glancing back to the television she supplies, "Tommy is a speedster, and Bunny can create shields. We can be a decent team together when needed though Tommy worries so much between me and Bunny. I mean I can survive most things. Bunny's just as liable to jump into trouble though."

Sipping her Coke she adds after a moment, "We do have internet here. Could just hook it up to an extender."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "I'm more concerned about the amount of magic being thrown around willy-nilly affecting it negatively. I've got my own telly down in my apartment, but it's..." she pauses a moment, and Nettie's eyes stare off into the distance. "... hooked up to a laserdisc player."