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Nadia Pym	An emergency has been called at GIRL. An all hands on deck situation. Important decisions need to be made. Nadia has converted one of the communal open plan workspaces at GIRL specially for the situation. And what pray tell is this emergency meeting about? The impending GIRL movie night. Do they go digital and use a super high definition projection system? Or retro old school and build a film projector from scratch as a mini project then source a bunch of really classic films? Answers must be found. Decisions must be made. A lot of coffee will be consumed. The petite super scientist herself has already covered a white board with pros and cons for each approach. Although it's in a shorthand using Russian characters so pretty much no-one but her can understand what any of it means. Except there's a lot of smiley faces and frowney faces. "Now if we go full on retro I could make a self playing piano so we could try out classic silent films with the accompanying music," she muses. "But the downside is the really retro film is highly flammable and takes up a ton of space in storage..." She reaches out for a double size mug of coffee that's been there so long that tepid is a distant memory. Takes a big gulp. Oblivious to the coffee being long past best..
Harper Row	Harper slides over to the coffee maker again. She's like a sequel that keeps replicating a certain story format in that way. Or an expensive car that needs constant refueling. She has to blink an eyelid and huff out a breath to keep dangling hair off one side of her face as she leans over her brew. Her tongue is already rolling around the remnants of the previously slurped caffiene while flavouring her mug of hotness. She clucks her tongue and turns around to buttress her backside against the counter, cradling an elbow in one hand, and the handle of the mug in the other. A little light swirling of her drink as she tries to keep from obsessively pulling at her lip ring with her teeth. "I'm gonna pay for staying up this late. But...emergency meeting means burning the midnight oil, right?" A sniff. "I really dig the idea of going full on retro at the beginning. Risk of fire be damned and all that. Commit to that really cool auto-piano with some stark old stuff on the screen. And theeeeen...evolution? I mean, I guess it depends if we make this a marathon or a waystation over a period of nights and pillow fights and popcorn." She grins. "What's a little extra work for GIRLs?"
Nadia Pym	"Do you think midnight oil is a reference to oil lanterns?" Nadia wonders, suddenly turning to look at Harper. "I mean it can't be a reference to the petrochemical industry can it?" She frowns like she's mulling over the notion and, at any moment, might start looking it up online and get into the mother of all side-tracks. "We'd have to make our own film from scratch though. Which is the big problem. You can't really /buy/ hundred year old film and even when you can it's a nightmare actually getting access to the movies.... Unless... We could contribute GIRL resources to film preservation and restoration projects. And trade scientific know how for access to the movies we need..." She hrmms. "I think we'll probably make social movies nights a regular deal. Probably only do super long marathons for special occasions. But we can show them in my personal lab where time flows weirdly anyway. That way no-one has to worry about being late for commitments because barely any time at all will have passed in the regular size world." "Did you know when movie theatres first opened they didn't have popcorn?" she grins. "People would go to nearby restaurants and just bring in whatever food they wanted. And sometimes the people selling food would be totally unconnected to the theatre. Just random hawkers selling their wares..." Which means it's totally okay if they have pizzas, burgers, and all the other junkfood they want...
Harper Row	Harper raises her cup to her mouth and lightly drags the rim at her bottom lip as she considers the musical reference. But more like, she's eyeing Nadia to suss her out more than the question. She offers a small non-commital grunts to avoid helping the convo to side-track. Harper nearly burns her tongue on the first sip, but she's a tough girl and that burny sensation she takes on the chin, so to speak. The discomfort and pain sinks in, dilutes, the feeling like old film crumpling and crinkling away in an accidental fire. She doesn't even wince. "Gawd, they should still let people bring in food. Things are expensive enough." she grumbles, now quite nearly veering into a side-track of her own. She rolls her shoulders. "I did not know that." she chirps. "You've got the right of it, I think. Marathonies for special occasions where we wanna cram as many flicks in as we can together. Multiple meetups for quickies when we don't want to absolutely destroy ourselves and burn out." Harper scrunches her toes, feeling that good stretch with her boots off and warm sugar caffiene is entering her system. "We should preserve stuff. The internet has a lot, but it doesn't have those obscure treasures. There's something authentic about original stuff, even if it isn't as high def. Charming cigarette burns in the corners, glitches and flubs and stuff. That's a pretty cool idea. We could restore some real treasures Nadia. That'd be like, a service in itself. Good works, like what we do."
Nadia Pym	"I've never actually been to a normal cinema before," Nadia admits. "But from what I gathered in my research the food is... not appealing. There's nothing wrong with hotdogs but you want them freshly made with good buns. Not some sad wieners which have been sitting there going bad all day. With bread that's full of nasty chemicals to make it shelf stable." She shakes her head with disgust. "I love junk food but it's got to be made with /love/. Hand made fresh burgers beat those factory made frozen things." It's amazing how quickly someone can come from living off a diet of Soviet Era MREs to an addiction to gourmet hand made burgers and fancy food. "It would be wouldn't it," she says when Harper agrees it'd be good work. "We'll do some non-invasive scans of old projectors. Document building replicas and maybe even create a few spares to send to museums. I feel like if we're doing early cinema we've gotta get a copy of Metropolis. It's such an iconic early science fiction movie even I know about it."
Harper Row	Harper's stomach quips out a little bit of whalesong. Could be the hit of coffee in her stomach, but more likely it's that Nadia has invoked ~imagination time~ inside Ms. Row's noggin. She murmers, "You should do commercials the way you can put inflections on words like you do. Makes a poor girl get urges for fast foods." She takes another sip and swallows it down before reaching for the sugar to give this bite some extra zing. "I can't imagine Ruskie grub, but I don't have to imagine bargain-bin foods when living hand-to-mouth." "Yesssss, Metropolis for suuuuure. Hawt robo gals and their mad creators. What's not to like?" she says with a wink. "Y'know, I can see the appeal for baddies and cat burglars. A girl like me, I enjoy getting dirty and putting in the work. But ~they~ can just ~lift~ equipment and copies and get straight to the movie. But then again, I'm all about the journey. Everything tastes better with effort."
Nadia Pym	"There's a lot of pickled or canned fish, soups and stews, caviar, uhm.... Honestly in the Red Room we didn't really get /good/ food. It was nutritionally balanced and intended to keep soldiers going in the cold," Nadia admits with a sigh. So many bad meals. "Some is certainly better than others. But it doesn't have the brainpower increasing abilities of beef dripping with grease, condiments and molten cheese." She frowns. "I could kill for a burger with plenty of fried onions about now." "We could probably order delivery food, take a break when it arrives, and come back to the project fully refreshed after?" She looks around as if expecting someone to veto the idea. Which is silly because she's the boss. "I don't think we'll have to worry about any cat burglars stealing the film. The only one GIRL knows is a reformed jewel thief. So we'll be fine unless we jewel encrust the projector!"
Harper Row	Cornflour blue eyes stare at Nadia through a curtain of coloured hair. "Yes." Harper's affirmative is concrete and firm as can be. The mug is set down and she slides down the counter to nearly hip-check Nadia. "Get your sneakers. We're doing a burger run. And by run I mean breaking a few speeding laws on my bike. We'll burn the calories through sheer vibration as the engine threatens to overheat." Harper gestures. "We'll be quick, so when the other girls show, we'll be back in time and fully fortified with...'increasing abilities of molten beef dripping, fried cheese, greasy onions, killer fries'" she paraphrases.
Nadia Pym	"You don't wanna just pay for someone to bring the food while we sit around in the break area relaxing?" Nadia says with an impish grin. "There's a whole load of comfortable couches we can sprawl out on. And then when the other girls show we'll be well fed /and/ relaxed." Not that Nadia minds a little high speed driving. Her lessons came from the Red Room and general break every road safety & traffic law in any book ever written. "Also I already have my shoes on!" Proper footwear in the lab is important. You don't wanna drip acid on bare feet. Pants though are another matter. They inhibit higher brain functions by slowing blood flow! Skirts thankfully are fine. "But I guess if we go there the food will be freshly cooked and warm." Some decision is arrived at. Probably one involving how great freshly cooked fried onions will smell compared with the way the onions will be after someone delivers them. Fresh is best after all. "Okay okay lets go!"