006 A Naomh-Mhuire, a Mháthair Dé

[shepherdsveritas]

[Aradia]

How's th'outpost comin' along? Need any help?

[/Aradia]

Y'know what I haven't done in a few years? [Because, you know, living in Ireland for 8 years...] Watched a fuckin' movie all th'way through. Now, I know loads've 'em have come out an I think now's a good a day's any t'try t'see a few've 'em. What d'ya think?

I'm in th'game room right now if anyone'd like t'join me. [There's a pause] What? No. They fuckin' remade Absolute Mettle? Right, now I know I've got to see this one.

((ooc: Connor's having a movie marathon in the game room, starting with True Grit. Come join! Expect swearing... and possible booze depending on how many movies they watch.))

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[persequor]

[ Arya doesn't come in for the movie marathon. She doesn't even know what a movie is, although she's at least acquainted with the television. Rather she has been wandering the castle for the sake of something to do—and something to distract her. She cants her head when she hears Connor and takes a step inside. ]

What's all this?

[shepherdsveritas]

[he smiles at her.]

Movies. Heard've 'em? [There's no mockery in his voice, he's legitimately curious.]

[persequor]

[ She shakes her head. ]

No.

[shepherdsveritas]

[He pats the couch next to him] come'n sit down, I'll tell y'all 'bout 'em.

They're like... Movin' pictures. Or plays that y'can watch whenever y'want.

[compromisedarrow]

[Movie night? Clint's totally in on that.

He's totally going to be poking his head into the games room.]

Someone say movies?

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor tilts his head back to look at the door, grinning at the newcomer.]

Aye, I did. Care t'join me? There's plenty of room.

[compromisedarrow]

Sure, if I'm not intruding.

[Clint walks in, dressed in jeans, t-shirt and a leather jacket. The castle seems to have picked up on on his fashion style quite well.]

What's the first one?

[shepherdsveritas]

[He waves a hand] wouldn't've extended th'invitation if it was an intrusion, now, would I?

Absolute Mettle. S'a remake've a John Wayne movie.

dictated

[optimystic]

How have you lived without watching movies!? That's tragic!

dictated

[shepherdsveritas]

Well when y'live on a sheep farm fer eight years it makes it a bit hard t'keep up.

dictated

[optimystic]

But still! Sheep farms have TVs, right?

Dictated forever

[shepherdsveritas]

Bit hard t'get cable when y'don't even have electricity, now, innit? [He chuckles]

Action

[youhavebeenflynned]

[After he heard the announcement he decided to come around. He enjoyed spending time with Connor. After a few minutes he steps into the Game room and walks over to the couch.]

Hey mate! May I join?

[shepherdsveritas]

[He grins] Oi, Harry! 'v course! Pull up a seat.

[youhavebeenflynned]

[Harry gives Connor a smile before he sits down in an armchair. He then glances over at the TV.] What're we watching, mate?

[shepherdsveritas]

's called Absolute Mettle. 's a remake've a Western with John Wayne.

[both_neither]

[You know what? It's been over week and even though he's not fond of the castle, he's not going to let it get in the way of him having a life here. Besides, Vicious isn't exactly the popcorn and movies type.

He'll find his way to the game room and poke his head in]

Room for one more?

[Someone might note the bruising on his face that makes it look very much like he was punched in the nose recently. ]

[shepherdsveritas]

'f course! Pull up a- [His voice cuts off as he sees that bruise. The smile drops from his face and he frowns at Gren, concerned.]

Oi, who gave y'th'shiner?

[both_neither]

[He drops into a seat like there was nothing amiss. He knew Connor would ask, of course, so he's really with an easy evasion and an unconcerned smile]

Old friend.

[spiritusaequitas]

[it's not wishing if you find it in the kitchen and bring it up. Murphy filled a cooler with beer and sodas, plunked a giant bowl of popcorn on top, hefted it into the elevator, then dragged it down the hall. he's celebrating his hard work by chucking popcorn at the back of his brother's head]

So where's the fuckin' movie, Cecil DeMille?

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor turns around, pointing a finger at his brother]

Oi! Quite throwin' shite at me or I'll shove that bowl up yer fuckin' arse.

[Though his tone is threatening there's a glimmer of laughter in his eyes. He turns and hits the button to start the film.]

[spiritusaequitas]

Like hell you would! [Murph grins, then runs up and vaults over the back of the couch, half the popcorn in the bowl ending up on the cushions. he doesn't look like he cares.

and ooh. any movie that starts with appropriate scripture is already good, as far as he's concerned.]

Action - Laaaaate.

[midhitgrope]

[Rocco shows up late to the show, and just plonks in beside Connor, snatching a beer from the cooler as he does so.]

So, why do you get to choose the movie, anyway?

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor grins and gives Rocco a noogie]

'cause it was my fuckin' idea.

[midhitgrope]

[And Rocco manages to pull a reversal and get Connor in a headlock to noogie him back.]

Well, it's a lame fuckin' choice. I can see why Murph always bitches.