suitably_heroic | MCA #4, Monday Evening

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MCA #4, Monday Evening

After a night spent running around getting shot at (as per usual), Atton had managed to grab like two hours of naptime before jumping back on a portal back here. It had dropped him off in the afternoon, which left him enough time to get another quick hour's worth of sleep and then change into some Earth-appropriate clothes (Metallica t-shirt, jeans. The fingerless gloves were never going anywhere now that he had them back, though). Because it felt weird to be hanging around a bunch of Earth teenagers in a Jedi tunic.

Oh, and order some pizza. Based on Karina's elaborate instructions. (Barbeque chicken with mushrooms and green pepper? Pepperoni with extra pepperoni? ... Okay, he couldn't fault the meaty one. Still. That girl was terrifying.) He had some soda in the fridge (Pepsi, not that he knew. It had been on sale) and a six pack for Sparkle. And he had a really terrible yet amazing holovid about a Togruta Jedi padawan and his Togruta detective girlfriend, set against the backdrop of the Great Sith War. (Whoever had written the damn holo clearly knew nothing about the era barring Exar Kun's and Nomi Sunrider's names, but eh.)

It had explosions. And melodrama. Sparks and Karina were teenagers, they'd appreciate at least one of the two.

Thusly prepared, he flopped back on the sofa. Okay. Maybe he could still fit in another five minute power-nap...?

[[ for two, and epic, epic SP. ]]

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So much silent judging was going on, guys. So much.

The list of things Karina wasn't okay with was, well, probably much longer than the list of things Atton and Sparkle weren't okay with by... quite a bit.

... Why was she even friends with them?

"Don't miss," she said, watching to see where the beer was flying. If it hit her, she'd hit back.

Sparkle was going to catch that beer, dammit. He was going to catch it and he was going to cuddle the goddamn bottle to his chest.

"Oh my god. Oh my god I take everything back and you're amazing," he declared. "I can probably let the pizza thing slide because of this."

"I am amazing," Atton agreed, as he sank into the only spot left to him on the sofa. "I'm glad we're finally recognizing that. We should do that more often."

The two glasses went on the table. He was pouring them full of Pepsi a moment later. "But there was no pizza thing," he added. "There's pizza now, though, and the best of terrible wannabe historical soap opera that only Coruscanti holovids can provide."

"Oh my god, that sounds amazing," she said, because hell yes, Karina liked that sort of trash tv. "And you have Pepsi! I might have to stop mocking you for a bit."

But just a bit!

"Atton's got good taste like at least some of the time," Sparkle noted. "Bet it isn't Canadian Pepsi too, though."

There was totally a difference!

She side-eyed the both of them.

"What's wrong with American Pepsi?" she asked, feeling a bit defensive about it.

Which was really, really stupid.

"High-fructose corn syrup," Sparkle replied, a little loftily. "It makes everything taste like flat syrup. Canada actually uses sugar."

Thus making it the superior Pepsi.

"He keeps going on about that and I have no idea why," Atton shared, taking a sip of his soda as he activated the holovid. "Sugar, high-fructose corn syrup, who cares?"

"I don't," Karina said, making a face at Sparkle. "What a silly thing to feel superior about."

So she was... going to feel superior about not feeling superior about that... yes...

"You only say that because you don't know any different," Sparkle replied, shaking his head sadly. "America uses cheaper ingredients in like everything. It's kiiiinda gross."

And then he was raising up his beer, grinning, and taking a swig. Because screw their gross syrup-pop. He had booze.

Atton rolled his eyes. "Listen to the Canadian here," he said. "Your country freezes over like two thirds of every year, you have nothing to feel superior about."

But then again, he was Terran, so he really didn't have anything at all to feel superior about!

The holo opened with an opening crawl, of course, going on at length about how Exar Kun was seduced to the Dark Side and threw the galaxy into darkness and chaos, yadda yadda yadda.

"Hey, I only count five historical inaccuracies in that one alone."

Nobody cared, Atton.

"Artistic license," Karina said helpfully. "It makes for a good story, even if it's wrong."

"Only if we're assuming that this is in any way going to be a good story," Sparkle pointed out, smirking. "I didn't come all the way out here for quality storytelling."

Right. Because it was a super long trek to here from anywhere else on this tiny little island.

"Oh, trust me, this is the worst of dweepy historical fiction I could find," Atton assured them. "It's got all the hallmarks. Bad history! A detective who can somehow afford a place on the upper levels of Coruscant! Jedi having affairs! Shitty lightsaber effects!"

She rolled her eyes at the both of them.

"It sounds entertaining," Karina pointed out. "Which, given that that's the whole point of this, makes it good."

God, why was that so hard to understand?

"Hey, I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but at least one of these characters is allegedly doing the same job I do, so I'm allowed to criticize," Atton argued. "I mean, I've only seen the first half of this, but we're lucky they don't sell lightsabers out on the street, because if kids started trying the 'Ataru' form they're selling in this, we'd be seeing people losing limbs left and right."

... He was kind of a lightsaber form nerd, shush.

"Oh, and Ulic Qel-Droma inexplicably has an Outer Rim accent, even though he's from karking Alderaan." Not that anyone in this room would notice. "...At least the actress playing Nomi Sunrider is hot, though." Beat. "Though that might be wasted on present company."

Truly, the creative accomplishment of an era.

"Probably wasted," Sparkle agreed, "though I can take a moment to appreciate her wardrobe or something, at least."

Or to rip it to shreds. Fashions from Atton's galaxy tended to vary wildly between 'oh wow, hot,' to 'you get that parking cone off of your head THIS INSTANT.'

Hey, hey. Nomi Sunrider wasn't so bad, though of course for this feat of cinematic triumph, they'd done some extra work on the cleavage.

On screen, the holo opened to a Togruta Jedi looking very, very concerned as he snuck out of the Temple.

"Well, I don't remember any Chiss guys roaming around in this," Atton said, "But who knows, I wasn't paying attention, maybe you'll get yours."

Karina took a bite of her pizza, chewed and swallowed, before she said, "There are reasons to watch a movie other than hotness."

What? There were.

"Which doesn't mean I won't be hoping for some," she added.

Because, well, yeah. Duh.

"Hot stripey guys will do, too," Sparkle mused, pursing his lips a little as he watched the Togruta guy being all... sneaky. "I mean, I'm not even going to deny that I'm super shallow at this point. It isn't like anyone here would be surprised."

"Hey, consider my illusions dashed," Atton said dryly. "And here I thought you were deep."

"As a puddle maybe," Karina said, willing to rag on Sparkle. "I mean, let's be real here."

Excuse Sparkle for a moment. He needed to come up with some sort of reply that didn't sound completely stupid, and the best that he was coming up with involved soggy feet.

His percent was still not very one-hundred just yet.

"I can be deep when I need to," he settled on instead, giving an indignant sniff. "But considering present company, I figured openly ogling the famous people was par for the course."

"Oh, so we get Shallow Sparkle," Atton concluded, "And the rest of the world gets, what, the poet with the deep and intrinsic knowledge of the workings of the world? Never looks at an ass outside this room, Sparkle."

Karina grinned at Atton.

"I get the feeling that we're getting ripped off," she observed.

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