9298/One Fateful Movie Night

One Fateful Movie Night
Date of Scene:	27 December 2021
Location:	Level 4 - Recreation - The Roost
Synopsis:	Roy introduces Gabby to Die Hard for Christmas.
Cast of Characters:	Roy Harper, Gabby Kinney

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Roy Harper has posed:
Roy has had a rough 48 hours. Last night there was a Roost-wide medical alert because he almost, you know, died from an interdimensional infection. If Phoebe hadn't been on site, who knows what would have happened. Nothing good, that's for sure. So he's taking a well-deserved night off from patrol.

He walks into the rec room carrying only two things: a large bucket of KFC chicken and a two-liter bottle of Cherry Pepsi. That's it. He's just eating two things. That's not bad, right? He strides over toward one of the beanbag chairs. If anyone else is in the room, he doesn't notice. He's been preoccupied and now he's got food.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney was already in the room with a rather large bowl of popcorn settled on her lap. Beside her is a bottle of Christmas Coca-Cola (It tastes different, she swears~) and a fancy wine glass which she pours it into when needed. Every now and then there was no harm in being fancy. Even if it was just to drink soda.

Sitting cross legged on the floor with her back propped up by the couch it's easy to have missed her at first even if one weren't exhausted. As it is, she glances up at Roy as he walks in peering at the bleary eyed redhead with amusement. Just as he moves to sit she lifts the TV remote to flick through some stations.

"Hey. I was just about to try and find a movie. You got a preference?"

Roy Harper has posed:
There's someone in the room and you didn't notice? Nice one, Roy. Maybe you can die twice in two days, dumbass. There is only a small hint of a frown on Roy's face to mark the self-chastisement going on in his head.

"Hey," he says in greeting. "Sorry, wasn't ignoring you. I didn't see you." He wiggles his butt to nest in perfectly to the beanbag chair. He knows these chairs, he's a pro at it. "I'm Roy." He opens the two-liter bottle of Cherry Pepsi and tosses the cap across the room into the trash. *swish* Nothing but net. Guess he's planning on drinking the entire thing. He takes a long pull from the bottle and sets it down. Chicken time!

"Um, I dunno. Chick flicks and rom coms make me cry. So not that."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney lifts her bottle of Coke to pour into her glass all fancy-like. Satisfied once it's 3/4ths full she sets it down again twisting the cap back on for the time period. "It's okay, I'm used to that. I'm small and easy to miss. It's all the ninja training," she jokes. Or is she serious? Hard to tell. Either way she plucks up her drink raising it toward him as if to toast with an agreeable, "Amen to that. Nah I was thinking something like 'The Expendables' or Rambo. If I can find either one."

"I'm Gabby. Laura's sister. We're not *totally* the same though," she assures before taking a long swig of her bubbly beverage. "Honestly though I'm catching up on a lot of movies I haven't seen so if you got a suggestion I'm all for trying it."

Roy Harper has posed:
Next Roy tugs the top off the bucket of KFC. It's entirely filled with original recipe drumsticks. He had to really lay on the charm to get them to give him all drumsticks in a huge bucket. Kid loves his drumsticks. He tosses the circular lid like a frisbee toward the trash. Unlike the bottle cap, it misses wildly. Fuck it, he'll get it later.

"Well it's Christmas time and one of the greatest Christmas movies ever made is Die Hard. If you haven't seen that, you're letting the best in life pass you by, Gabby, Laura's sister."

Roy holds up the bucket. "If you want some drumsticks, have some. But act fast cuz I fuckin' love these things and I'm a fast eater. In the foster homes if I didn't eat fast, some shit stain would take my food." His tone doesn't indicate any sort of self pity or attention seeking. He's just reporting the news.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Die hard? Die Hard it is," Gabby agrees as she queus up the search function to type it in with a quick clickity-clack of the remote. Unsurprisingly several listings pop up for it. Finding one that was just starting she ticks it over to there so nothing is missed. The bowl of popcorn is set aside off her lap to rest on the floor when he peels the lid off that bucket and sends it flying and failing. She gets up to toss it away without a word before she pauses at his offer of chicken.

"Heck yes! Thanks!" She snags one... hesitates, then snags another. That's all she takes though, one drummy in each hand while flashing him a grin. "Nah I get that. My sisters were good at sharing but god, the food they gave at the labs was just so bad you had to eat quick to forget about it."

Flopping back down to her seat she bites into one of the drummies to free up her hand. A swipe is given to her thigh to wipe off the grease before she nudges the popcorn his way in mutual offering. The bite is chewed and swallowed by the time she an retreive the drummy from potentially falling. "So what's your gig? I heal fast, know weapons and can stab stuff without weapons."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy starts tearing into the drumsticks as promised. He is one of those eaters who finds every last shred of meat on the drumstick. He has known what it's like not to have food.

"You're gonna love this movie. I just met you like 12 seconds ago and I can already tell you're a Die Hard girl. This movie is amazing."

After he eats a couple more drumsticks, which happens quite quickly, he says, "My gig? I dunno. I guess I can shoot a bow or whatever."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney wags her drumstick in Roy's direction at the explanation of what he does. "Nah, that's cool. Everyone thinks I want to stab stuff because of the claws but really, ranged is SO much better. Why get up close and personal when you can pick someone off from a distance?" Her shoulders roll in a helpless shrug before she adds, "I mean I'm good at hand to hand too, but come on. So much easier."

The one drummy is done on her end. Though she does a good job of getting it picked clean there's still some of the battered goodness on the ends. It's set aside ontop of a napkin she'd picked up somewhere, and she licks her fingers clean. "With a name like 'Die Hard' I don't see how it can be bad."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy instantly shakes his head. "It can't be bad. That's the answer. It can't."

"When I was coming up, I was kind of directionless." He tears through another drumstick. He wasn't kidding, he does love those things. Being in a fever coma for eighteen hours also tends to ramp up the appetite. "But this dude, Brave Bow -- yes, that actually is his name, just really brought out my skill with the bow. I train a lot with Green Arrow and we go at it hard with combat training and even real patrols. That dude can do stuff with an arrow that really just seems like magic. But I give him a run for his money."

He shrugs, seeming distant. "I dunno. That all sounds really fucking braggy. Let's stop talking about me. It's a short, boring story." He gives a nod in Gabby's direction. "So what lab?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney alternates a small fistfull of popcorn with the remaining drumstick. Good to mix up the flavors a bit. It's all washed down with a swig of her fancy Coke which she then sets down carefully at the question. "Alchemax Labs. They stole a DNA sample from a rival lab that made Laura, and then tried to alter the DNA to have different mutations." Here she pauses, with a faintly unamused snort. "Turns out manipulating DNA isn't as easy as they thought. I mean some of my sisters got mutations alright, Belona ended up an albino for instance, but none had the mutation they wanted. So they just decided to use up the rest of the samples and use us as guinea pigs and train us to be 'bodyguards.'"

"Wouldn't you know, by the time they got to clone number ten, turns out that one did end up with a mutation." The drumstick is pointed to herself with a grin. "I busted out with my remaining sisters before they found out. That was like, three years ago now."

Roy Harper has posed:
Okay, Roy /never/ /never/ /never/ does this. He /never/ does this. He actually gets up from the beanbag chair and walks over toward Gabby and holds out the bucket. "Here, want some more?" Looks like a potential friendship is brewing here.

Regardless of whether or not Gabby gets more drumsticks, he returns to flop down in the beanbag chair. He doesn't have much time because he has made a perfectly form-fitting butt-print in the beanbag and that will fill in if left vacant.

"Fuckin' people," he murmurs when he hears her story. "Can't just live and let live, gotta be muckin' around in DNA and genetic engineering and all kinds of crap."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney flashes a grin up at Roy when he offers another drummy. One more is tugged out with a quick, "Thanks! These are great. This should do me, though," she reasons with a nod. "I only need to really pig out if I've been hurt lately. And I'm good there." Though she wasn't going to deny some finger licking goodness there!

"Yeah, they were real peices of work. I mean. I exist because of their work but I don't agree with it either. One of those weird situations. A friend of mine has been working to take them down some so they mostly leave me alone these days." But, man, she wanted to go after them herself.

"People here are great though. Good to get to learn what I like and don't like and figure things out for myself. Just get tired of hearing 'you're a kid be a kid' when I know how to kill people like twenty different ways." A chomp is taken into the drummy, and she tucks it away into one cheek causing it to puff out like a chipmunk. "I mean I don't wanna kill, but that's not really learning you come back from."

Roy Harper has posed:
"Yeah," is all Roy can say in response to that. But there's a lot packed into that one syllable: He understands first hand. And fuck being a kid, that's for normal people. And chill at the Roost and not be judged because the strays end up here. And that's okay.

He lets several minutes of the movie play while he watches silently. Sometimes it's okay not to talk. But eventually: "I can't fuckin' believe you drink Coke." He takes a big swig of his Cherry Pepsi.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"I'm working my way through sodas," Gabby retorts with a quick tongue-stick-out shot Roy's way. Her attention shifts back to the TV though as the movie starts to get into the good stuff with the terrorists breaking into the party. "But this Coke with the Santa on it tastes different than the regular stuff. Like there's more cinnamon in it or something. It just tastes better than the regular one." Even though it was still labeled as 'Classic Coke.'

"Why, that stuff better?"

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy's gaze shifts to the Christmas Coke bottle then to Gabby then to the Christmas Coke bottle then to Gabby. He gets a wry half-grin on his face. "It definitely tastes different," he agrees. It was his turn to deadpan something that might be serious or might not be.

He glances down at his Pepsi. "I don't know if it's better," he finally relents. "I just like to tease people and teasing about taste in soda seems to be one of the few things you can make fun of someone about without getting cancelled." He sets the bottle next to the chicken bucket. "You can have some if you want. I drank from the bottle but I ain't got any germs. I had super futuristic Fantastic Four healing gel in me and then Phoebe's healing powers all within the past 24 hours. I don't think any germs coulda survive that."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney knocks back the rest of her glass of Coke with a quick swig. The small distance between her spot on the floor and Roy's bean bag chair is crossed in a little shimmy-crawl where she just plops herself down next to him. The popcorn bucket is pulled along as well before she reaches for the bottle to pour a bit into her glass. "I used to test the drugs my friends were taking at parties before they did to make sure it wasn't laced with something that'd kill them. I can survive your space cooties," she teases back quite obviously with a grin.

"Also, do not mention the drug thing to my sister." With that she takes a drink of the Cherry Pepsi considering it with eyes narrowed, and lips smacking. "It's different. Not bad." Another sip before she decides with finality, "Yeah I'd probably drink that too. Not as spicy as Coke but good." SPICY?

Roy Harper has posed:
A frown crosses Roy's features, but his green eyes glitter with humor. It's like he is somehow frowning and smiling at the same time. "I just /told/ you I don't have space cooties."

It's popcorn time! He can't quite reach the bowl and getting up is just too much trouble. So he slides the bowl over with his foot. Or, at least, that's what he intended to do. What REALLY happened was his foot hit the bowl and upended it. Popcorn is about to go flying!

"Oh shit!"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney was mid-drink when that popcorn bowl gets toed and knocked over. She leans forward quickly to try for the bowl only to catch the edge. The motion was done though. Most of the popcorn does go flying even if she manages to catch the bowl before it all spills out.

Popcorn rains down on her head, bouncing off and rolling down to her lap. Some manages to find it's way toward Roy as well, though he may be spared since Gabby was on the floor and he's at least a little bit off the ground.

"I think that's a party foul in some countries," she blurts out with a quick laugh in spite of having been popcorned. A peice is plucked out of her hair with a sigh. "I can make more."

Roy Harper has posed:
With a heavy sigh, Roy gets up off the beanbag chair. Things that force him to prematurely exit the beanbag chair, especially when he has nested an utterly perfect butt-print into it, are Not Good. "Sorry 'bout that. I've been...off since the incident. That's why I didn't go patrolling tonight."

Roy moves toward a closet and gets a broom and dustpan. "That was a seriously nice catch, though. I mean you saved the bowl and some of the kernels. Oh you have one.. one still in your...in your hair." He points. Then the recovering archer starts sweeping up the mess he made.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"It's okay, we all have an off night. At least you recognized that and didn't put yourself in a worse situation," Gabby points out as she moves to crouch picking up some of the popcorn with her bare hands. At least until he comes over with the broom. "Oh yeah that'd be faster."

Standing with bowl in hand she pauses at his gesture to squint cross-eyed up at her bangs where the errant kernel had flown. It's plucked up, and she swats a good time or two at her head just to make sure none was hanging around the back where she couldn't see. "Thanks. Could be worse. I've had a lot worse stuck in my hair before." She's about to start talking about that time with the creature from the deep when she realises it might not be good to mention entrails hanging from her. Generally poeple looked concerned over those situations. Instead she turns to head for the kitchen dumping out the remaining popcorn. "Might be time for a new snack anyway. Pretzels? Oh I think there's some of those peanut butter stuffed ones in the back of the cupboard."

Roy Harper has posed:
"Roy's 12th Rule: Anything with peanut butter is good," he intones solemnly. He follows Gabby into the kitchen and sits up on one of the counters. Hopefully Jonathan won't come in here and catch him sitting up there.

"So what do you think so far?" Roy asks, nodding in the direction of the TV that's playing Die Hard.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney plops the bowl in the sink for later dealing with. Then it's her turn to hop up on the counter on one hand to prop herself up so she can reach the cupboard she intended. Unfortunately she was a little height challenged. "It's great so far! Dude is crawling through vents hunting down the terrorists. Do you know how many times people have shot me down when I suggest they let me do that? I used to be able to fit in actual vents!" Clucking her tongue reproachfully she manages to snag the bag of peanutbutter pretzels with her fingers and tug it toward her. It falls, and she catches it while landing back on her heels.

"Ha! Snacks aquired." Turning she tosses the bag toward Roy. Thankfully it's closed when she lobs it his way. "Get those open and I'll snag a bowl." With a quick grin flashed she adds, "Thanks for recommending the movie! It's awesome so far! I love stuff like this."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy isn't so out of sorts that he can't catch a bag of pretzels with ease. He pulls the top of the bag open and pops one into his mouth, crunching contentedly. "I could see you crawling through air vents. If we're ever on a mission together, let's make a pinky promise that we will use the air vents at least once?" He holds out one hand with the pinky extended.

That leaves the problem of trying to get another pretzel with one remaining hand while actually holding the bag with that same hand. He tosses the bag up a few inches in the air, quickly grabs a pretzel, pops it into his mouth, and then catches the bag with the same hand. Problem solved. He's trying to look cool but he clearly likes showing off.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney snags a bowl similar to the one that she had the popcorn. Nice and big and perfect for sharing. The suggestion of letting her do that earns a broad grin that causes the old scars on her cheeks to dimple. "YES! I gotchu there," she agrees reaching out to hook her pinky with his in agreement. Then she watches his showing off move with the pretzels only to roll her eyes in amusement.

The bowl is nudged toward him. "Here, before we end up with a pretzel fiasco. And save some of those for me!" Of course it was a pretty cool move, but admit that? Nah. "Just be prepared to pull me out if I get stuck. I haven't tried that in awhile. I've grown at least two inches since then."

Roy Harper has posed:
Roy pours the pretzels into the bowl. "To be fair, the popcorn thing was not a fiasco. It was a debacle at best."

The convalescing archer pads over to a couch. His butt-print has already faded from the beanbag chair -- insert moment of silence here -- and sitting on a couch makes sharing a snack without casing a debacle, a fiasco, a blunder, a stunt, or a disaster. He flops down and sets the big bowl next to him. There's an easy space for Gabby on the other side of the bowl should she choose to sit there.

"But yeah, I'm glad you like Die Hard. In my opinion, it is the /only/ Christmas movie," Roy opines.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney tosses the bag away real quick so that she doesn't get left in the kitchen. There was still plenty of the movie left and she didn't want to miss it. When he opts for the couch instead of the beanbag, she's quick to alter the course of her own path for it. Flopping back onto the couch she tugs her legs up to sit cross-legged comfortably. Her hand descends to the bowl to pull out a few pretzel goodies.

"It's a Wonderful Life was okay but I just didn't get that whole Christmas Story movie. It was dumb." Then again if you don't really grow up with a normal childhood it may seem that way. A pretzel is popped into her mouth to crunch away. "Mmhmm. This is way better." That said she proceeds to get sucked into the movie, zoning out until toward the end where...

She dozes off. Dang. Just missed the ending.