11842/Movie Night (or: The Spoof To End All Spoofs)

Movie Night (or: The Spoof To End All Spoofs)
Date of Scene:	27 July 2020
Location:	Rec Room - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	An evening of watching Spaceballs turns into talk of movies, life, and dreams. Plans to attend the fall Renaissance Faire in Salem Center are made. Jeremy finds out about the fine art of wearing a kilt in true Scottish style!
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, SpyderByte, Pixie

Nightingale has posed:
     It wasn't often that the rec room was quiet on a Sunday night. This, however, was one of those nights, and Shannon was taking full advantage of it. She's sprawled out on one of the beanbags in her favorite PJ's--her red tartan sweatpants, baggy gray tank top, and floofy sheepdog slippers--with a massive bowl of popcorn in her lap, and a large bottle of root beer on the ground next to her. On the TV, a familiar old 1980's movie theme is playing, with the opening crawl to one of the cheesiest spoofs of all time.

     Once upon a time warp....

     Oh, yes. It was....

     SPACEBALLS.

SpyderByte has posed:
Shuffling into the Rec Room is Jeremy, who is still dressed in his normal clothes of black on black on black. Does he even wear pajamas? Maybe he just sleeps in his clothes and buries himself in that hoodie of his. He's not wearing shoes though, he's actually wearing just his socks. Black socks. Very exciting.

He has his computer bag slung over his shoulder, looking as if maybe he was migrating his work from the lab to here, just to break up the day. As he spies Shannon, he lifts his hand upwards in salutations, then tilts his head towards the TV. Spaceballs. He rubs a hand through the back of his shaggy hair, then inches around to a chair next to the couch to give her space. "Hello."

Nightingale has posed:
The thing about Spaceballs was that it was a very old, familiar movie, so Shannon didn't mind the distraction when Jeremy came in. She extends one wing in greeting, her arms around the bowl in her lap to help balance it and avoid a big mess. "Hey there," she chimes, her eyes all a-twinkle with mirth. "Whatcha working on today?" She was a notorious workaholic, and perhaps has met her match.

SpyderByte has posed:
Sliding the laptop bag off his shoulder, Jeremy eases down into his seat and then gives a lick of his lips. The question as to his work gives his shoulders a lift upwards. He takes his phone out and places it on his knee.

<< It's nothing exciting. Just research. I did not know you like Spaceballs. This is a cool movie. One of my favorites. >>

He nudges the bag to the side, deciding to socialize as opposed to take it out and work.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles and scoots the beanbag over a little closer to where Jeremy is sitting, so she can set down the popcorn bowl between them to share. Too, she offers her bottle of root beer, all alight and all but dancing about in her seat for once.

"One of my favorites, too. Doesn't matter how many times I've seen it, it still makes me laugh. Mel Brooks is a comedic genius." So of course, she has to give the famous Skroob salute, which starts out almost as if making a rude gesture at someone, but ends in a goofy little wiggle-wave of the fingers. All of which sets her to giggling even more!

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn should really head to bed after all the danger room sessions and a desire to keep with more seasoned Xmen..But somehow she finds herself in the rec room, wearing a light pink night shirt adorned with colorful rainbows and unicorns on it. She yawns and stretches, peering towards the teas she sees she's not alone. "Ooh, evening, you guys watching a late night movie? Cool.." and her nose twitches at the smell of popcorn too..

SpyderByte has posed:
Returning the gesture, Jeremy giggles under his breath a bit, peeking out from his mop of hair at her. His hand drops forward to snag some popcorn, depositing it into his lap. He puts a few pieces into his mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully.

<> It seems that Jeremy had changed the voice on his phone. It's not longer a British Female version of Siri, but his own. He spent a lot of time trying to speak clearly and build the service so that he can 'speak normally' without a stutter. Even if it is still robotic sounding.

<< Hello Megan. >> He lifts a hand upwards, offering her a smile. << May the Schwartz be with you. >>

Nightingale has posed:
"Ugh, no... not the sequel trilogy! The only thing they did right on that one was to get John Williams as the composer!" It seemed there were some disagreements in the ranks after all! "Still, I loved the prequels. And I love playing a lot of the Star Wars music on the piano. Maybe I could play for you sometime." It was only then that the change in the voice of the phone hit Shannon, her eyes widening, right along with her smile. "Wow. You changed your phone... that sounded really good!"

Megan's greeting was not lost on her, the winged healer turning to wave at her with a grin. "Oh yeah. Spaceballs for the win! Got a crapton of popcorn, too. Hungry?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn oohs, peering at popcorn as she sidles over and nods. "Always! Thanks!" she giggles, reaching for a handful, munching hungrily. Glancing at Jeremy she arches a curious brow, "Ooh that's cool, never heard that voice before. How's it going Jeremy, Shan?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I felt I was making people uncomfortable by using a woman's voice. I don't want to be weird. So, I spent some time programming to my voice. It's not perfect. But at least it feels more like me, even if it's kinda weird me. Guess I'm still weird. >>

Jeremy shrugs his shoulders upwards, giving a small giggle, then takes another bite of popcorn.

<< It's going well. Just thought I would spend time outside of my room, or the lab. Try and hang out with real people. >>

Giving Shannon's shoulder a bump as he leans all the way over, he says, <>

Nightingale has posed:
"It's going okay. Starting to think what classes I want to sign up for this fall. What about you, Megan? Whatcha been up to?" Shannon flicks a lone popcorn kernel up into the air towards Megan, giggling. "Catch!"

Returning the shoulder bump, with her wings spreading out a little bit, she chuckles and nods. "So can I at times, Jeremy. Sometimes to Padme, too. I guess if we look, we can all see a little bit of ourselves in all the characters."

SpyderByte has posed:
Glancing over as Megan faceplants, Jeremy lifts his brows upwards, then gives a grin to Shannon. He shrugs and takes another bite of popcorn.

<< I think people are too hard on Star Wars. To me, it's just fantasy. A chance to explore new planets and meet lots of new aliens and see explosions and light swords. It's nothing to take too serious. I thought each movie had good qualities. >>

He reaches over into the bowl for some more popcorn, scooping it out and flops it on to his lap again. <>

Nightingale has posed:
Glancing over just in time, Shannon is able to bolt from her beanbag chair to catch Megan and make sure she at least falls over onto one of the sofas. She puts a pillow under her head, and draws a light blanket over her, smiling. "She's been training too damn hard again," she murmurs, letting out a soft sigh. "I can relate to that. Wanting to be needed, trying to do well so that I -can- help... -if- ever asked."

With Megan settled in comfortably on the couch, she flops back down onto the beanbag, munching away on the popcorn. "You did, huh? What are some of your favorite movies?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< You guys are nuts, pushing yourself so hard to be superheroes when you can just chill out in this huge mansion and eat popcorn all day and do homework. >>

Jermey says with a teasing grin to her. He eats some more popcorn hungrily, scooping it into his mouth with a nomfs.

<>

He shifts some on the chair, scooting it over a bit closer to hers so that he can watch the screen, grinning at the movie. << You like romantic comedies, huh? >>

Nightingale has posed:
     There's a wry smile on the winged healer's face, and she smiles, perhaps a bit more faintly than before. "It may be nuts, but it means more than is easy to explain. Megan... she got lucky. She's made the team. You, you've got Supergirl asking for your help. Me, I'm lucky to be on the student team here. Will anybody want to take a chance on me the way Sam did, after graduation?"

     Shannon nods, listening to the sorts of movies that Jeremy likes, and grins. "Only one of the Terminator movies I didn't like was the third one. The music for the first two was incredible. What about the Tron movies, did you like those?"

     The question about romantic comedies has the young woman turning a tiny bit rosy, and she chuckles. "A few, maybe. I mean, there's things like Pretty Woman, Coming To America, Doc Hollywood... what about you? Fair is fair, are there any romantic comedies -you- enjoy?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I literally just sit in my room on my computer and I direct traffic for Supergirl. I got lucky also. We found each other by chance. I was monitoring a bank robbery in progress when I saw her swoop down. I didn't think she'd even respond, or trust me when I led her through the bank to take out the armed robbers. She probably would have been fine without me. >>

Jeremy looks amused for a moment in thought as he taps his foot on the ground beneath him. << Do you need to be on a 'team' to be happy? What if you were to join a hospital staff and save people every single day? Not all heroes wear capes. I would never want to be on a team like that, where I have to fight monsters and bad guys. I have fought monsters my entire life in school. >>

At the mention of Tron, he brightens up. << Yes. I love Tron. Tron holds a special place in my heart. >>

The question of romantic comedies makes him pause, then shifts his eyes to the side in thought. He taps his fingers together a few times then clears his throat. << Mannequin. >>

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just shakes her head. "With these wings, I seriously doubt there's a hospital staff that'd have me. People are kind of funny about mutants that openly appear different. Even if it's angel wings." Her face flames as it seems her dreams have come under attack, her brows furrowing, and her shoulders hunching slightly. Her wings furl around her in a protective cocoon, the young woman letting out a soft sigh.

     "No, not all heroes wear capes. Some wear surgical masks. Some wear badges. Some see you at the beginning of life... and some see you at the end, like my dad." Running her fingers through her hair, she goes silent for a very, very long moment. "I'm under no illusion any of the above would be easy, and it sure as heck isn't easy being part of something like that. You deal with monsters on the outside, and on the inside too. Sure, I could be sitting back here at school, munching popcorn and doing homework and calling it good. But I'd always feel like I was half-assing it, when there is so much more I could be doing with my gifts. And I know better than to go it alone. Had that drummed into me pretty good. Wouldn't want to just be sitting back here at home, waiting for everyone else to come back, either. I'd rather be out there with them making sure they didn't get hurt in the first place." She shakes her head, another deep sigh escaping her. "Ever have something just feel... /right/? Like everything clicked into place, like it was meant to be?"

     It's difficult for her to remain somber and thoughtful, not with the way Jeremy brightens up. "Love Tron myself. Maybe we could do a marathon with both movies sometime, if you like." She smiles a bit more, leaning in for a light shoulder-bump. "And maybe Mannequin sometime, too."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Mutants need doctors too, probably from doctors that they trust. Do you think you could walk into a hospital with a critical injury and receive the best care without bias? >>

Jeremy says as he reaches for his phone for a moment instinctively, then pulls his hand back. Instead, he flops it into his lap to take some popcorn and put it into his mouth.

<< The girl with pink skin, or bug eyes would never go to a real hospital for help because everyone would look at them like a freak. Most doctors are not trained to deal with mutants. Trust me. I get bored and I dig around. They have policies designed to refuse a mutant service while citing inexperience or lack of education, but yet they will not fund schools or add curriculum on how to deal with mutants. Every vote brought to the board gets shut down by a majority vote. >>

<< You talk about doing more with your life and not half-assing it. Punching Godzilla in the face won't get that girl with pink skin help when she gets sick. It's easy to get lost in the bright lights and colored tights and cape life. To feel a rush of adrenaline of chasing a bad guy down. But it's also easy to forget about the little people that you think you're protecting because you're punching Godzilla in the face and then high fiving your teammates. >>

<< I will never be able to punch someone in the face, at least not without getting knocked out myself, but here on my computer, I can be my own hero. I save lives by exposing the raw truth and giving the people information that the government or shadow groups hide. I don't need a team or a costume. I have lived a life without anything clicking into place for me. Not until I came here. This is the first time in years I have felt safe. I'm going to take advantage of it by not getting into danger or hurt. >>

Lifting a hand upwards, he rubs at his nose quietly for a moment, then reaches for his phone, pulling it to his chest to hug it tightly.

Nightingale has posed:
"Maybe not," Shannon concedes. "But there's no reason I should have to give up either dream. And there's no reason I will. If Mr. McCoy can pull it off, there's no good reason I can't. There's no good reason I can't be out there with my friends and family, or helping out in a hospital too. Not one good reason at all. But I'm not giving up on either one." Rolling her eyes, the winged teen just laughs, shaking her head. "And you'd be surprised at who pretty much told me I shouldn't have to give up my dreams. I sure as heck was."

Grinning now, she plucks a piece of popcorn from the bowl and holds it up. "Think you can catch it?" she chimes out, her eyes alight with mischief.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< You shouldn't give up your dreams, but you should always have a backup dream. Then a backup dream to that backup. If you put all of your eggs in one basket, and then that basket falls, all you have is broken eggs. >>

Jeremy is a pessimist all the way. Everything will always go wrong. No matter what. If something can go wrong, it will go wrong. At the question of can he catch popcorn in his mouth?

<< No. I am sure it will bounce off my face, but we can try. >> He says as he opens his mouth.

Nightingale has posed:
"So if the basket falls, make an omelette. And if one of the other baskets fall, there's more omelettes. Or scrambled eggs. Either one's tasty." Smiling some, Shannon takes aim with the little popcorn kernel. "I do have backups to backups here. But I'm not giving up on staying here and pulling a Mr. McCoy, either. Hell, if there's a better way to learn more about what mutants need medicine-wise, I can't think of one than to help here."

With that, she lets the kernel of popcorn fly, flicking it in the general direction of Jeremy's mouth, giggling. But would he catch it? Who knows, dear reader!

SpyderByte has posed:
Bonk! The popcorn pops him right on the cheek as Jeremy turns his head awkward to try and snatch it. Laughing, he picks it up and puts it in his mouth. << Told you. I'm very athletic. >>

He puts his phone back down on the table next to him, trying to keep his hand off his security blanket. << I don't know what I'm going to do after high school. Maybe go to college. Get a job. Maybe I'll become a super villain and one day you'll have to swoop down to fight me and we will have an awkward stand off. >>

Nightingale has posed:
A light giggle escapes Shannon as the popcorn bounces off of Jeremy's face, and she shakes her head. "If it helps any, I'm lousy at catching popcorn, too. But you could still see for yourself?"

Her expression sobers a bit, and she winces. "Ooof, I hope not. It'd break my heart if it ever came to that." With her eyes misting over, she leans in for a gentle hug, wings and all. "So no becoming a super villain, okay?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< At least you can brag that you took down the famous and evil Spider Bite. Think of the high fives you'd get from your fellow X-Men. I bet even Mister Summers would put you on his shoulders and throw a parade for you. I'd be the most terrifying. Even Magneto would look like a puppy compared to me. >>

At least Jeremy has a sense of humor. That is until he sees Shannon getting upset. << It was a joke! Seriously. I don't think I'd ever become a bad guy. >> He is literally the poster child for being a potential bad guy.

He leans in and hugs her back, resting his chin on her shoulder. <> He teases from the phone on the desk.

Nightingale has posed:
"I've met and seen a pissed-off Magneto. Sure glad it wasn't aimed at me. Trust me, that's not something you ever want to see. Even though he can be surprisingly... well, someone one can learn to have some respect for." A little sigh escapes Shannon, and she leans into the hug. "I don't want high-fives or a parade or anything. Or to be on anyone's shoulders."

The hug does seem to bring a measure of peace, despite having holes poked in her dreams, and having them made fun of. She tries not to let the mist in her eyes spill its banks, just glad to hold on for the moment. "Let's make sure you don't become a super villain in the first place, then that'll be a non-starter." A little smile curls her lips upwards, and she thinks for a moment. "Tell you what. I won't give up on my dreams, and we both make sure the other takes time to just do homework and eat popcorn. Deal?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I think your dreams are already set in stone, Shannon. You're going to be a hero regardless of what team you end up on, or what silly costume you put on. Just make sure it's not hot pink or yellow. They stand out at night and you need to be able to have the option of surprise. If you need help designing a tactical costume, I may have put a lot of thought and research into it. >>

Jeremy has too much time on his hands. Far too much. He lets out a soft breath against her shoulder as he hugs her back. <>

Nightingale has posed:
"It'd be a cool super hero name, too," Shannon points out. "If I remember right, didn't the strength of spider silk give scientists the idea for kevlar? And how many lives has that saved for police and other first responders?" Smiling a bit more, she leans back, her hold loosening so Jeremy can pull away if he chooses, or stay right where he is if he chooses, too. "Besides, look at that trip to the zoo. You saved lives with your gift. You got help there when it was needed. That's not something I can do--but you can. And there's the mother and child you saved. They may never know who helped them, but they have a chance for a good, normal life now because of what you did. And how many others have you saved with your gifts? Don't try to kid me, Jeremy. You're every bit a hero as much as I am. And if all I can do sometimes is sit there with you and keep you company, make sure you don't turn into a super villain, and make sure you eat when you're in the middle of your work, well, then I'm glad to do that, too."

The matter of costumes has her smiling somewhat, chuckling lightly. "No, yellow or pink isn't my thing. White and blue, maybe, but yeah, I'd need the element of surprise. There's always that black catsuit I used that you saw photos of me in, but it's not going to protect much... just give me the element of surprise."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< I literally panicked, ran and sat in the parking lot and cried with a bloody nose because I short-circuited. That wasn't me saving the day. That was me being a world class wussy. They were big scary bears! Oh, the new kid Adam can turn into a bear also. He's not as scary though. >>

Jeremy finally leans back from her, giving her a grin. <>

At least he's honest. The topic of her wearing a catsuit causes him to sputter, his cheeks flushing bright red as he rubs the back of his neck shyly. He may be a nerd, but he's still a boy. << .. You look good in it. >>

Nightingale has posed:
"You did the sensible thing and called for help. That's not the wussy thing to do, that's the sensible thing to do. You also knew you didn't have the ability to take on the bears head-on, so you got yourself out of danger. That's not wussy. That's common sense." Smiling some, Shannon shoulder-bumps Jeremy, chuckling softly. "Thanks... I think. But how practical is it, seriously, the catsuit?"

Blinking, Shannon tilts her head a bit. "I haven't met Adam yet, I don't think. Met Ted, but then again I was on the trip to bring him here, along with Sam and Mr. Summers."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< It's distracting. In a good way. >> Jeremy is blunt and honest. Darn you social awkwardness. He bumps his shoulder back to hers. << You can pull it off better than I could. >>

He runs a hand back through his hair, licking his lips in thought. << Ted is really strong. Adam is strong too. Lots of strong guys now on the team. >>

He rubs his hands together a bit as he lifts his shoulders. << It's intimidating, being around strong guys like that. I feel like a child. >>

Nightingale has posed:
"Hey, I'm not all that strong, either," Shannon replies. Now it's her turn to blush at the compliment, about being distracting in a good way. "I wasn't gifted with enhanced strength like others have been. I have to earn mine the old-fashioned way. At most, right now I can maybe air-lift a child to safety, maybe eighty pounds last time I checked. If anybody here needed to be flown to safety above that limit, I couldn't do it yet. Operative word. Yet. Now maybe you see why I work so hard."

Glancing over Jeremy's way, she smiles. "You have no reason to feel like a child. Your gifts are just a little different. So are mine."

SpyderByte has posed:
<> Jeremy gives a crooked grin as he shrugs his shoulders again bonelessly. << In high school, strong guys pick on the weak kids. I know it's not like that here. Everyone is really nice. But after years of being beat up by the strong kids, it's just instinctful for me to feel scared and nervous. I will get over it I am sure. Maybe we can all become good friends. >>

At least that is what he hopes. Though it's hard to tell vocal inflection in a robotic voice coming out of the phone, but feels some apprehension. << You don't need to be strong though with the way you look. You're beautiful. People are drawn to that. >>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon lets out a soft sigh and nods, smiling lightly. "This past year was the first I'd ever gone to a school," she replies. "I was homeschooled up to that point. So a lot of this is still pretty new to me. I didn't get beat up or anything, though the area I grew up in was and is very mutant-unfriendly. But I still get scared and nervous sometimes. Not of being beat up, but of being cut off and pushed to the side because of my gifts. So sometimes I keep to myself. Maybe more than I should. People I let myself feel close to, they tend to disappear on me, and it hurts when they go."

Her eyebrows loft, and the rosy hue of the young woman's cheeks grows a few shades brighter, if that were humanly possible. "Thanks. But I'll still train hard, just in case."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Lucky. I wish I could have been home schooled. >> Jeremy picks up his phone again and puts it on his knee, then leans over to snag some more popcorn. <> He says as he motions to the credits rolling along the screen.

<< Have you ever seen Mannequin? >>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles and nods. "Once, a couple years ago. It was a silly movie, but I liked it. It kind of reminded me of the myth of Pygmalion and Galatea." Nodding towards the TV, she grins. "Did you want to watch it?"

SpyderByte has posed:
<< No, we don't have to watch it. I'm enjoying just talking to you. >> Jeremy says, smiling even though he's not the one speaking. He glances over to his phone, then back to her as he taps the phone. His shoulders slump just a bit.

<< But we can watch another movie if you want. I can make us more popcorn. >>

Nightingale has posed:
"I still think that's pretty cool how you changed your phone's voice to match yours. You did a really good job of it." Shannon smiles over at Jeremy and shrugs, scooting her beanbag over a tiny bit closer. "Who says we need to have a movie going to enjoy some popcorn and just talking?" Indeed, somehow, it seems the two teens have one thing in common with teens everywhere--a hearty appetite. The popcorn bowl is empty, as if somehow, invisible locusts have descended upon the contents and devoured them.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< It's cool. I just wish it really was my voice. I feel less than human sometimes talking like this. My voice doesn't work. I have gone through speech therapy but nothing works. >> Jeremy watches her scoot closer, his cheeks flaring up a bit more red. He rubs the back of his neck a bit, huddling up within his hoodie. << Do you want to go see a real movie maybe? Like at a theater with me? >>

Nightingale has posed:
"That'd be fun. Wonder what's playing?" Shannon smiles; it had been a long time since she'd been to the theater with anyone. It'd be a treat. "You're not less than human. I've heard you talk. Sometimes it sounds difficult for you, but sometimes it doesn't. You're always welcome to talk to me if you want. I like listening."

SpyderByte has posed:
<< But I don't like stuttering through a conversation. People always look at me with that 'look' of sympathy, or sometimes annoyance. It's why I just pretend to be mute for the most part. >> Jeremy says as he gives a motion of his hand in the air, holding his phone as the robotic Jer voice goes swaying left to right. Just like he's on a roller coaster.

<< You really want to go to a movie with me? >>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles, fishing about in her little brown bag for her own phone. Her fingers dance along the screen as she taps out a message. <<You were never mute, though. And sure, I'd like to go to a movie with you. What would you want to see?>> If he was going to worry about stuttering or sounding robotic, then she would at least meet him half-way, and try to reach him somewhat on his own terms.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< You don't have to text me. I like the sound of your voice. We can see whatever you want. I can pay. >> Jeremy says as he gives a motion towards her phone. << We can see a romantic comedy. >> He says, trying to get the phone to have a teasing tone to the voice.

Nightingale has posed:
"I don't mind texting, though. Kind of how we met, if you think about it." Still, Shannon does honor Jeremy's request, and slips her phone back into her little brown bag, She shrugs, shaking the popcorn bowl for any last little tidbits to nibble on. "I'm not even sure what's playing. Tell you what, you've got a handle on data, so I'll go get us some more popcorn and you look up what's in local theaters?"

SpyderByte has posed:
Giving a motion of his hand towards the smart TV, Jeremy pulls up the movie listings in their area. << Here you go. >> He scoots forward some to lean in a bit to read the screen, using his finger to 'scroll' through it as he gives a few flicks along his phone. He's just using the TV to mirror his own screen.

<> He says as he launches some trailers to study them. He skips the first two quickly. Artsy fartsy flicks. << This one looks okay. >> It's comedy with a current comedian being the lead, along with a few other known celebrities. Looks like a safari in Africa gone bad and people are running from wild animals. Sound familiar? It's slapstick style of comedy, the type that Jim Carrey made famous.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon just barely stifles a giggle as she's getting to her feet with the popcorn bowl in her arms. Alright, maybe she fails at holding back her laughter. Pretty miserable failure, at that. "Oh lordy, I haven't seen that version of Jumanji yet," she remarks. "I remember the one with Robin Williams and that was pretty funny. Not this one, though."

With a smile over at Jeremy, she sashays into the kitchen for a few minutes to make another huge bowl of the good stuff, humming a lilting little tune. The bowl is nearly overflowing as she returns, the buttery, salty aroma filling the room in her wake. "So, when would you like to go?" she asks, plopping back down and setting the bowl down between them. This was going to be a fun trip!

SpyderByte has posed:
<< We can go whenever. Tomorrow? We don't have anything to do while we still have some summer left. I don't have plans. I never do. >>

Jeremy taps his phone to pull up the seating chart for tomorrow. << Yay! Back seats are free. No one behind us and we have the best visibility. >> Nerds sit in the front, cool kids sit in the back. That's the rules after all.

<< Is that okay? >>

Nightingale has posed:
"Back seats work," Shannon confirms, nodding. A smile spreads slowly across her face. "Did you want to hit the evening show or a matinee?" If the rules were unwritten as such, then indeed, they were the cool kids.

But really, nerd is the word, and geek is chic.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< We can do matinee. That way we can get out early and grab lunch after. >>

Jeremy taps the seats desired on his phone, picking them right in the middle, dead center. Optimal viewing. He pays for the tickets at the end of the check out with a quick blink and an autofill of a credit card. It's probably his.

<< Do you want to do anything else that day? >>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon thinks about this for a minute, nibbling on a bit of popcorn. She seems to have really laid it on thick with the butter this time, indulging in the rich, slightly salty, crunchy treat. "I don't know if there's a farmer's market or anything going that day in the park, too. I know in the fall, they'll be holding a Renaissance faire, and I was kind of hoping to go to that. Went to one a few years ago just before I manifested, called King Richard's Faire, over in Massachusetts. Guess it depends on what's going on that day."

Tilting her head back, she opens her mouth and attempts to flick a bit of popcorn upwards to catch it. It bounces off her nose, but eventually does land in her mouth, albeit after leaving a little splotch of melted butter on the end of her nose.

SpyderByte has posed:
<< Maybe I can go with you. To the Ren Faire. I can maybe get a kilt, but one of those over the shoulder types. I will probably look silly but it could be fun going in character there. They always looked so fun. I like swords and dragons. >>

Jeremy leans over to the table to take a napkin, then holds it out to her, then sneaks some buttery popcorn to toss some into his mouth for a few crunches.

<< Everyone looks so happy at a Ren Faire. Maybe I can find a shield. >>

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grins and looks at Jeremy, trying to picture him in a kilt. The thought makes her grin even more, and giggle softly. "I could dress up for that too. Do you think I ought to make a fancy gown, or go as a tavern wench? I plan on trying some of the things there, like the archery, and listen to some of the music and oh man... the more I think about this, the more fun it sounds!"

SpyderByte has posed:
The idea of Shannon as a tavern wench causes Jeremy to short-circuit in his cheeks. He blushes brightly, rubbing the back of his neck as his fingers rake through his hair. He stammers out. "I.. I.. I.. Uh.. er.. " He takes in a deep breath. BREATHE.

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Smooth. Nailed it.

<< This does sound fun. I can't wait to go. >>

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Slipping her phone from her little brown bag, Shannon is very glad for the napkin Jeremy handed to her earlier, not only for dabbing the butter off of her face, but making sure she doesn't slime her device with the stuff. She starts tapping away on the phone, looking through various images of costumes, her brows knitting. "I don't know," she begins, turning the screen towards him. "Think this one would be too much...?"

Oh, my.

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Leaning over to look at the screen, Jeremy imagines the image with wings coming out the back. He gets a goofy look on his face for a moment before he nods his head. He gives her a thumbs up, then shows her a picture of the kilt he was thinking of as well.

<< You would look good. Nice colors. This is what I was thinking about. >>

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Tilting her head as she looks at the picture, Shannon just gets the most impish little grin on her face. It spreads across her face more. And more. Getting wider by the minute. She starts giggling softly, lofting one brow as she peers over at Jeremy. "You know," she begins. "If you were to do that in true Scottish style...." At least she has the grace to let her words trail off into silence!

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Staring at the picture, Jeremy tilts his head. << What do you mean? I would have to grow a beard? I don't think I can. I can only just now starting to shave. But I can get the hat and maybe program my phone to have an accent. >> He doesn't get it.

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Coughing lightly, Shannon turns lightly pink in the face, but she grins even more. "Well... look up a song called 'The Scotsman' by Brian Bowers. It might help explain things... such as what's worn beneath the kilt. Or not worn, more like." So much for being delicate about the matter!

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Tapping his fingers along the glass of his phone, Jeremy squints his eyes, then tilts his head. He pauses for a moment, his eyes widening. He glances from the phone, then back to her, then shifts himself a bit as he squeezes his legs together.

<< Oh. >>

Looking back down at the phone, he scrolls a bit more.

<< .. Oh. >>

He blushes brightly, glancing away for a long moment as he rubs the back of his neck.

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Now it's Shannon's turn to have her face short-circuit, going red as a beet clear to the tips of her ears. Her wings furl slowly around in front to cover most of the lower half of her face, and to muffle her coughing. Coughing that turns into choking as she had been eating popcorn.

"You don't..." *COUGH,COUGH* "Have to..." *COUGH,COUGH* "Be quite THAT..." *COUGH,COUGH, COUGH* "...accurate!"

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Continuing to blush, Jeremy shifts about in his seat, then glances down at his phone again. He lifts his free hand to run it back through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes.

<< Maybe the second time I go I can be braver about that. Do people normally go full traditional at these things? No one thinks it is weird? >>

Rising up, he heads to the fridge and takes out a bottle of water, then holds it out to her.

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Shannon takes a quick swig of the water, which thankfully calms her cough. "Some do, some don't. Anyways, nobody's got any business looking down there." She cracks a smile, though, tilting her head and looking back at her phone. She searches for some photos of King Richard's Faire and turns her phone towards Jeremy. "There's the one I went to. It's a whole lot bigger, but sort of a similar idea."

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Jeremy takes a look at the faire, giving a wistful smile. So many people having fun. They're outside, enjoying themselves, cosplaying as the old times. He presses his lips together into a thin line for a moment.

<< That looks so fun. It must be nice to be able to go out and do those things. >> And have the courage to do so.

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Shannon's smile is just as wistful, and she nods, looking at the images of the Faire. "You wanna know something?" she asks. "I'm not real fond of crowds, either, mostly. Should've seen me at a children's hospital charity event last year, not long after I first got here. I was scared out of my mind. I think if I hadn't been shadowing Josh Foley at the time, and run into Captain Rogers, I might have actually considered leaving. As it is, it was good to see a familiar face, so I found the courage to stay."

Glancing over at him, she smiles again, still holding onto her phone. "At least we'd be close to home for this one, so if it got to be too much for either of us, we could head back. But even to be out for a little while would be fun."

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<< It does sound like a lot of fun. I can't wait to go. Maybe I'll be brave and wear a kilt properly. >>

Jeremy says with a chuckle as he rubs the red from his cheek. << But I seriously doubt I'll find that type of courage any time soon. >>

As he leans back into his chair, he takes another piece of popcorn and puts it into his mouth, chewing on it in thought. <>

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     Shannon just chuckles softly at the banter about whether or no to wear a kilt in true Scottish fashion, shaking her head. "Some wear it that way, some don't. Some say they are but really aren't, just to mess with their friends a little bit. It's all intended as good fun in the end, where nobody gets hurt. You do what you feel comfortable with."

     Being just a plain out goofball for a moment, she plucks a piece of popcorn from the bowl, attempting to balance it on the end of her nose like a seal. It's not very effective, and winds up falling down her face and to the ground.

     "Me, cool? Brave? No. Most would call me pretty stupid for having dreams like I do, and maybe they'd be right. Maybe I should just give up on it and go to a normal job and call it good, like you said."

     She leans over to pick up the popcorn, instead of making a mess of the rec room. Five-second rule, after all! It's still good, right? "But a big part of me doesn't want to give up. Yeah, I know there are plenty of options out there, and I may never be fully able to explain why I want the one I do. But it's not for any sort of glory. I've already seen it can get pretty messy and it's not pretty. But I've also seen it's worth it, at least so far." She smiles some, shrugging. "And I can and probably should still keep down a normal job. Probably teaching here, maybe helping to write up things that'd help doctors treat mutant patients properly. That's a real good idea, maybe I could even still work on it as a student. Something to talk to Mr. McCoy about."

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At least Jeremy's sense of humor attempts to come out through his phone. He lobs over a piece of popcorn at her with a grin on his face.

<< You should always try and reach your dreams. No matter how high. You miss every shot on goal you don't take. But you should also and always have a backup plan. It will help soften the blow a bit and still give you some type of progression. Like a progress bar. Downloading life. Install complete. >>

He takes another bite of popcorn. << I'm going to go to college for IT stuff and maybe be a programmer. >>

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     "Nope. I'm taking that shot, and I'm not going to give up." Shannon cracks something of a smile, opening her mouth to catch the popcorn as it's lobbed over her way. She just barely manages to catch it--but still, it's a success! "Heck, who knows how many times Cap tried and missed before he had his chance. I do know that for a while, he was... as he put it himself... 'a bag of bird bones who didn't know when to stand down'."

     A soft giggle escapes her, and she shakes her head. "Still find it hard to picture him like that. But... yeah. Keep going with other stuff, and keep taking those shots, because the only real miss is the shot that's never taken."

     Smiling over at Jeremy--or rather, beaming with pride--Shannon nods. "That's awesome. I still plan on studying medicine and teaching, too. Sounds like we both have good plans."

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<< Captain America is pretty much the gold standard of being a superhero. >>

Jeremy takes another piece of popcorn and puts it into his mouth, sucking the butter off.

<< All the jocks at school wanted to be just like him. >>

As he shifts some in the seat, he offers her up a half-guarded smile for a moment. He taps his fingers together gently a few times as awkward silence fills the room.

<< You want to do anything else? >>

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Shannon nods. "Between him and Superman. Both of them are really kind-hearted. Cap reached out to me when he wasn't asked, and didn't have to. It was right after that mission that went bad I told you about. And it's that example of kindness I've tried to pass on ever since." She pauses and smiles. "Now that kind of kindness makes a real hero."

There is silence, yes, but it doesn't seem awkward. It's companionable. Thoughtful. A moment of reflection. "Well, is there anything -you've- wanted to do? We've been going on and on about my ideas and dreams. What about yours?"

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<< I don't have much in the way of dreams. I suppose my work is an unhealthy obsession that I am learning to curb now that I am here. I am trying to learn how to be more of a man than mnachine. I want to graduate high school with lots of friends and go to college, then find a job. >>

Jeremy shrugs bonelessly upwards with his shoulders.

<< I want to feel normal. Even if I am working from home remotely and doing coding for a security company. I suppose that is a dream. But I don't know. I never thought I'd be alive to see my eighteenth birthday and now I have a chance to. >>

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Shannon smiles some, leaning over for a shoulder-bump. "Your work has probably done a lot of good, and still can. And you're more man than machine as it is." Giggling softly, she peers over, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "You don't see robots running around in kilts all Scottish-style at a Renn faire, do you?"

Smiling even more, the winged teen listens, her wings ruffling with pride as she hears someone who might never have dared to dream before taking that chance. "Like you just told me, it's the shots you don't take that will always miss. You want those dreams, then you chase them with everything you've got. I can tell you right now, not only will I be behind you all the way, but so will just about anyone here. You want to make those dreams happen, then they'll happen. And you won't be alone."

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Taking his phone, Jeremy taps a few times along the glass, then shows her a Google search of Robots in Kilts. There are tons of them. He gives her a wry grin. There is even a few Storm Troopers dressed in kilts. He flips through the pictures with a small giggle.

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Bumping his shoulder back to hers, he gives her a smile, then leans in to peck her on the cheek before shuffling back into his seat. << Thank you for being my friend. >>

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     Shannon just grins wide, tapping on her own phone. There is an infamous clip from another infamous Mel Brooks movie. It seems to involve a chorus line of men in Robin Hood style outfits--with tights. "You could always go for something like that if you prefer." Giggling just as much, she bursts out into song.

     "We're bots! We're bots in kilts!" The whole thing dissolves into fits of laughter, with her wings spreading out wide and getting into the act, almost as if dancing.

     The peck on the cheek catches her unawares, and she just smiles, leaning over for a hug. "I know you'll be fine. And I'm real glad to be your friend."

11842/Movie Night (or: The Spoof To End All Spoofs)

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