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Who: Adrien "ooh spoopy" Agreste (
meouch ) + Steven "ghosts (even the not rocky ones) connoisseur" Stone (
geophile )
When: IC: 6/6, prior to intro log.
Where: The Catmembert House aka Adrien's apartment.
What: Things have been sad and stressful and lame. What solves that? Horror movies. Always horror movies.
Rating/Warning: None.
[ in a turn of "let's chill out because cerealia is crrraazzzyyy", adrien's picked out a horror movie and invited steven over for "probably going to regret this when his closet's dark" decisions. or, well, not really. he's got a bit more guts than that, and he's definitely had his fair share of SPOOKY!! HORROR EXPERIENCES!!
kind of.
anyway, the movie hasn't actually started yet. given his secret's already out in the open, adrien's in the kitchen working on another bowl of popcorn to add to the... two... already on the living room table in front of the couch (plagg's a Glutton) as said secret is drifting here and there in the air, directing his attention between his charge in the kitchen, his guest on the couch, and the Priceless Treasures in the bowls on the table.
you can bet the kwami's indulging on that popcorn right in front of steven. "at least wait until the movie starts," adrien'd said. guess who never listens. ]
Popcorn's not my favorite, but it's still delicious!
[ plagg floats up and, with a piece of popcorn between two hands, offers it to their guest. manners, you see. ... well, that and a hush-hush bribe. mostly a hush-hush bribe. ]
Hey, Stone Guy, take one.
[ welcome to the life of Knowing Plagg, steven. ]
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When: IC: 6/6, prior to intro log.
Where: The Catmembert House aka Adrien's apartment.
What: Things have been sad and stressful and lame. What solves that? Horror movies. Always horror movies.
Rating/Warning: None.
[ in a turn of "let's chill out because cerealia is crrraazzzyyy", adrien's picked out a horror movie and invited steven over for "probably going to regret this when his closet's dark" decisions. or, well, not really. he's got a bit more guts than that, and he's definitely had his fair share of SPOOKY!! HORROR EXPERIENCES!!
kind of.
anyway, the movie hasn't actually started yet. given his secret's already out in the open, adrien's in the kitchen working on another bowl of popcorn to add to the... two... already on the living room table in front of the couch (plagg's a Glutton) as said secret is drifting here and there in the air, directing his attention between his charge in the kitchen, his guest on the couch, and the Priceless Treasures in the bowls on the table.
you can bet the kwami's indulging on that popcorn right in front of steven. "at least wait until the movie starts," adrien'd said. guess who never listens. ]
Popcorn's not my favorite, but it's still delicious!
[ plagg floats up and, with a piece of popcorn between two hands, offers it to their guest. manners, you see. ... well, that and a hush-hush bribe. mostly a hush-hush bribe. ]
Hey, Stone Guy, take one.
[ welcome to the life of Knowing Plagg, steven. ]
no subject
whether adrien can handle it? well, er, probably. maybe. even though he's sure he can, given his response to that is light. ]
Hey, I'm a superhero, remember? One time we were in an actual horror movie scenario... No nightmares. [ mostly because that was a vomit spitting goopy monster. he's slowly shuffling over back to the couch as he speaks, and when he finally manages to sit: ] Anyway, it was my idea... which I guess means I'd have to take responsibility if you got bad dreams from this, huh.
[ this is where the studio laugh track jumps in (or maybe that's just plagg again).
... he'll start that movie. ]
no subject
[ he 'aint afraid of no ghosts. if anything, he's going to be critiquing the stylistic choices of the director and visual effects... but he'll try to keep a little quiet once the movie starts.
aron will be lifting herself from her buffet of popped corn to hop up on the couch as well, settling in her trainer's lap for a post-snack nap. she knows how the good life works. ]