16085/Movie Night: The Tradition Continues

Movie Night: The Tradition Continues
Date of Scene:	24 February 2024
Location:	Lane-Kent Brownstone, Midvale, New Troy
Synopsis:	Movie night with Ivory, Clark, Lois, a bad movie. Plus Lois admits a bit of fear when it comes to her motherhood abilities.
Cast of Characters:	Lois Lane, Ivory, Superman

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Lois Lane has posed:
    Lois has started a new tradition. Well, it started with Karen, honestly. But there is occasionally a text blast to her friends (some of whom are *gasp* not Kryptonians!) inviting them over for pizza and a movie. Now the rule is the movies are awful. The worse, the better. Not just any B-movie will do. It has to be hillariously bad.

    The text went out, there is pizza in the oven. There is wine, beer, and many other beverages besides. As for Lois, she's waiting at the kitchen, cradling a glass of sparkling grape juice. Being a good girl.

    "I better check the pizza," she says. And checks it. Again. Lois has no confidence in her ability to not burn things.

Ivory has posed:
Movie Night is a simple recipe. It needs a film, popcorn, cheesy pizza and friends. And for Ivory... well, they do bring a bowl full of popcorn corn, oil and a cast iron pot for turning the hard kernels into fluffy white clouds. The longest part is lugging the pot from the subway station to the Brownstone, because, finding parking in Metropolis was probably just as bad as in New York: you don't even try.

Ringing at the door, they wait to be let in while Lois protects the dough in the oven...

Superman has posed:
Clark doesn't really appear until after Ivory is let in. He's worried about rounding up the movies, finding them and even tracking down some. B-Movies that don't have a laugh track, or Riftrax, already on them is incredibly hard to find in a pinch. Still, he manages thanks to a couple of stores. So, that's why he comes into the living room with the choices. He didn't really have time to give anyone a head's up.

"Alright. I got The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra, Manos the Hands of Fate, Overdrawn at the Digital Memory Bank," Clark starts to cycle through the movie titles as he comes out in a dark blue suit, simple red tie and the button up shirt. Yes, hes' still wearing at the house. At least at the moment.

"What shall it be? I think Lost Skeleton was made intentionally bad, the others weren't trying," he says and shrugs. "Or we could always go with 'The Room.'"

Lois Lane has posed:
    Lois is roused from her pointless vigil over the pizza. Thank goodness. She was driving herself nuts. Even the pizza was probably getting nervous!

    She opens the door with a smile. "Ivory! I'm so happy you made it! Please, come on in! And thank you for bringing the popcorn! Clark is just figuring out the movie." And definitely overthinking the heck out of it!

    "Umm, made intentionally bad? I've never had to critique something for its intentional failure.. aptitude? Is that how you'd say that? I'm intrigued, Clark. But I will of course defer to our guest's opinion on the matter. Last time Karen and I watched New York Ninja."

Ivory has posed:
"Did you look at 2020 Texas Gladiators, Atomic Brain Invasion and Attack of the 60 Foot Centerfolds yet?" teases Ivory as the get in, spying the offered films in Clark's hands while they offer Lois a short hug for a greeting.

"How's the pizza coming along and how much exploded corn do we need to bury your flatscreen in as we toss popcorn at it for particular cheesy scenes? Manos hands of Fate sounds like we should crack a bottle of spirits and whenever someone says hands we drink a shot... but I fear that would end like watching that Sissi movie and doing so for every time they say Franzl, Sissi of your majesty."

There's a chuckle as Ivory's form ripples, cat ears flopping up from the hair. "You better call the coroner and write your will for *that* drinking game though, that is a 3-part series, and they say those words a lot."

Superman has posed:
"Ivory," Clark says witha big smile on his face. Then he looks back to Lois. "Well, imagine if Mel Brooks wanted to make a film like Ed Wood. It's something made with love and care, but you emulate the movies taht were bad," it's a fine line to cross, but the right minds can walk it.

At the suggestion of Hands, "That may kill us," Clark's quick to add. The dialoue with these films are so bad. He imagines it's like playing drinking game with the word "Simba" and the Lion King.

"How about you two ladies decie and I'll watch wahtever. I'm here for the company," he grins at the pair.

Lois Lane has posed:
    Lois laughs a bit at the mention of the pizza. "It's coming along. If I stop looking at it. According to Dr. Read, if you observe quantum states they cannot enter superposition." She grins and adds, "I don't really know what that even means, but it sounds like it might apply to my use of the oven. Simultaneously undercooked and burnt to a crisp."

    She shakes her head at the drinking game. "I can participate, but I'll have to be joining that with water or this stuff," she says, indicating her sparkling grape juice. It's delicious, but it doesn't quite work for that kind of game.

    "So how about Manos then. But.. doesn't that mean hands? The movie is technically Hands: The Hands of Fate?"

    A pause. "I need to check the pizza." No. No she does not.

Ivory has posed:
"Pizza isn't quantum science though. Pizza is kitchen magic, it only works if you draw a pentagram on the inside of the back left stovetop's dial and add oregano under the pizza's baking paper." Ivory quips as they work to get the pot for the popcorn going.

Thowing their white ponytail to the other shoulder, they halt at eying the sparkling grape juice, then Lois, then the juice again. "Don't tell me you tryining yourself at other baked goods than pizza?"

"Hands of Fate it is then. Better than Doctor Fate I hope, he'd make a terrible movie. I mean, have you ever tried putting a helmet into a CD drive?"

Superman has posed:
A smile goes toLois as pizza comes about, "You're tying to do everything aren't you," Clark speaks openly as she seemingly trying to surpass his own mother at tasks.

"It's not hands: hands of fate," Clark does try to explain it then shakes his head.

A smile pulls at his lips as Ivory quips about the helm of fate. Their joke makes a chuckle rumble from him. "I heard it was cursed. So, you may not want it to curse us all," he explains to them. Those eyes look between them. A moment, he sits down upon the couch. "How have youb een Ivory?" he asks witha raised brow.

Lois Lane has posed:
    Lois is not too over the top! "I... had extra time tonight," she says. "I got my story in early, so I wanted to give this a try." She also didn't do it all by hand. "Besides, I used pizza sauce that was already prepared and the dough was ready last night anyway. Just in case I had time this weekend to give it a shot."

    She still got her six hours of sleep, too. Well, technically seven. She's a model of self improvement these past few weeks. When Lane is motivated, she gets stuff done.

    She will head to the oven and check the timer. Which makes a beep just as she gets close. It makes her jump and then laugh at herself. She pauses, then, upon opening the oven.

    She puts on two oven mits. It looks a bit excessive, but Clark knows Lois has a super power. She always burns her hands when taking things out of the oven. Which is why he is frequently requested to do that part. This time, though, she's giving it a shot.

    A soft expletive comes from the kitchen. Nope. That's a fail on that one, but the pizza is out!

    "I'll have it ready in a moment!" she calls.

Ivory has posed:
Nodding a moment as Lois starts to get the pizza out and making sure the kernels in the pot all have their oil coating, Ivory watches Lois at the oven, the nose seeming to lift a moment as thy give a nod of approval.

"Italian sauce from... What's the brand name again... A glass with a big green logo and slightly salty taste before the oven?" The ears twitch a moment towards Clark as he asks how they have been, earning him a shrug.

"You know, didn't need to scratch one from nine, trying to get Sabrina to discuss dates for that double date you owe me and offering new designs on a monthly basis... Cat of the month and so on. People always seem to want extra shirts with cute cats. Like a Karate-Cat."

Lois Lane has posed:
    The pizza is set to rest. Lois needs to give it a few to just finish cooking. She has, indeed, giving herself a new nick burn. Somehow. It's on her left forearm. It'll heal up in not time, but for now it's a purplish red. She sighs and gives Ivory a look that screams 'say nothing of this to Clark'. As if that will somehow prevent a man who can see through walls from finding out that she burned herself again.

    "What do you like on your popcorn, Ivory?" Lois asks curiously. "Butter and salt? Maybe a bit of cheese?" Don't ask her what she wants to try on some. She's got weird tastes. Wait.. why is she getting cinnammon and paprika?

Superman has posed:
"How is Sabrina doing?" Clark has heard about Sabrina. However, that's just by reputation only. Those dull blue eyes looking at Ivory and Lois. "What would we do on the double date?" he asks the two of them.

"I like butter," Clark loves everything about the movie theater style. The dull blue eyes "How is paprika on popcorn?" he asks, that's a new idea for him.

Ivory has posed:
As the kernels start to pop in the pot, Ivory chuckles about the suggestions what to put onto them, instead adding brown crystals from a paper bag to the still detonating mixture. Under the heat, the little things melt and cling to the oily kernals, tinting them golden where they touch.

"Just a little bit of jamaican suggar before anything, Lois." they explain as they pull the pot off the stovetop to let the last ones go fluffy before filling them into a glass bowl.

"Ok, some butter over them after is nice, but then they stick to the screen if you got to toss some. There's one movie I make extra bland popcorn for." Besides uncooked rice, toilet paper, water pistols, white toast bread, old newspapers, party hats, noisemakers, confetti, rubber gloves, decks of playing cards and lighters.

"Sabrina is fine, just really caught up in the things she does. And for things to do... Maybe we do a trip to Munich to the Museum cinema and watch a film they have screened for some hundred times by now? Each Friday and Saturday. You need to bring your own frock though."

Lois Lane has posed:
    Lois looks over to Clark, "It's great, honestly. It's smokey. But I add a bit of cinnamon and I get the sweet I like." All without too much sugar, salt, fat, all the other things the doctor has insisted she perfect. She imagines marathon runners have a less forgiving diet, but not by much.

    Her pizza is even on the healthy side. Half of it is just veggies, the other half has lean sausage. It's got a nice spice to it, but it won't burn anyone's mouth off, either.

    "How long have you known her, Ivory?" asks Lois, jumping into the relationship side of things. "Oh, and what do on a date, hmm... Munich? Like atual Munich?" she asks, confused. That's a heck of a road trip.

Ivory has posed:
"Well, the cinema I know that plays the film in Fort Lauderdale on a bi-weekly saturday is a little more tricky to schedule... How about the Chelsea Theatres then? They ought to have it in their rotation still in at least one of their theatres for every friday or saturday for a late night feature. You bring a frock, I pack the other utensils?" Ivory muses, offering a wink to the other two as they move to the sofa.

"So what's with the paprika-popcorn... you're not baking buns, do you?" they ask Lois, inching back and forth on the sofa till they find a nice spot to watch that horrible handsy movie.

Lois Lane has posed:
    "I am not baking anything yet," replies Lois. She does have that HUGE vitamin, though, and Ivory can see the bottle of prenatal vitamins she takes it out of.

    "But I sure hope so." A pause and she leans in to whisper to Ivory, "I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I'm a bit scared, though." After all, her father didn't exactly give her a great example of top tier parenting. Who's to say she won't suck at it, too?

Ivory has posed:
Ivory says, "I see, I see!" comes the answer from the catperson, a chuckle on the lips at the many precautions.

Then, the whisper and the whitehead puts a hand on the woman's shoulder before leaning over to answer the whispered words. "I can't quite compare. I mean, I might dance both sides of the tango, but I never thougth of myself as possibly a parent. You however? I bet you'd be a great one. And if anything, you got Clarke.""

Lois Lane has posed:
    Lois nods quickly to Ivory's words. "Of course, I do. And well." She frowns in thought and shakes her head. "I've had this stupid fear in my head lately. That I might..." She doesn't let it be spoken. She had this bad dream of leaving Clark with a baby and dying in the process. Her reporting has given her so much fodder for bad dreams it's kind of crazy.

    "Anyway, well, I'll put my popcorn in its own bowl so I don't gross anyone out. But paprika and cinnamon, I'm telling you, good stuff."