sunday night flicks. FANTASY TEEN ASSOCIATION ONLY. XD
Generally speaking, Lyra was intensely pleased with herself, though, the tiresome wait for the arrival of their friends continued to chip away at her patience. A healthy dose of nerves also followed her around the lounge as well, visible in the hint of a frown she wore while she piled more pillows and cushy blankets on the floor. Still, more than anything else she was excited as she checked to make sure that everything was in place.
"Well, that's enough of that," she shrugged, dusting her hands off once she'd set the jug of ice tea on the table next to the cups. "Draco can haul his own mattress out of his room if he wants to throw up a fuss about insufficient comforts." Pan seemed inclined to agree.
After he'd helped Lyra drag a few of the chairs close to the screen, Bert had picked up the reel, a large aluminum-looking, circular case which contained the film. "Mm-hm," Bert agreed absently about Draco; he'd never met him but he doubted if he could actually be as difficult as Lyra made him out to be-- it wouldn't be the first or the last time she'd grossly exaggerated something.
"The Princess Bride?" he asked, his voice dubious. "This really sounded like the best of the lot? Are you sure you're feeling well?" Bert gave Lyra a wan smile and dropped the reel back down on the table, falling back into one of the chairs. "I didn't think either interested you, unless you're just trying to piss off Arya."
Pulling a face at him, Lyra folded her arms across her chest. "I'll have you know it's one of the only two films the bookshelf would let me have and I'm not going to tell you the title of the other one." Imperious, Lyra lifted her chin, but her smile suggested that Bert's latter suggestion might've also had something to do with the choice. "Anyway - ...what?" Lyra blinked down at her daemon, who'd hopped up onto the table to fix her with an alarmingly pointed look. In response, Lyra squinted back at Pan before shrugging once again and looking for something else to do with her idle hands.
Bert looked at Pan, leaning forward and tapping on the table to get his attention. Just as he did that, he noticed a peculiar smell.
"What is that?" he asked, breathing deep.
Oh, but the last time Bert had asked that question to the silence, nothing good had come of such inquisitive behavior. Pan wouldn't have explained even if he could have, but he did seem to be less agitated now that due attention was being paid. Lyra whipped around to anticipate any teasing remarks about her recent fiasco with monkey excrement, her bottom lip chewed to a tender red. "Whoa horsey, take caution," she warned, though her tone wasn't as threatening as it could have been.
Cuthbert smiled, but distractedly. "No, but it smells like something's... burning. ...oh fuck, the popcorn," he realized, half-laughing, and bolted out of the room.
"...Fuck," she echoed, chasing after him with a tightly wound, uncharacteristically high strung giggle.
When the two friends returned from the kitchen with twin bowls of half-burnt popcorn tucked under each arm, Lyra managed a helpless smile at the sight of the newest arrival. "Finally," said through a cheerful enough laugh, "You've come."
[OOC: Gathering Post. Lindsay brilliantly found the whole movie on youtube here! There will be one toplevel for the actual movie - whisperings, shushings, squealing with laughter, unimpressed reactions. Jump around at any point during the movie to have your threads, then start new toplevels for after the movie's finished! ETA: Tag Lyra or Cuthbert!]
"Well, that's enough of that," she shrugged, dusting her hands off once she'd set the jug of ice tea on the table next to the cups. "Draco can haul his own mattress out of his room if he wants to throw up a fuss about insufficient comforts." Pan seemed inclined to agree.
After he'd helped Lyra drag a few of the chairs close to the screen, Bert had picked up the reel, a large aluminum-looking, circular case which contained the film. "Mm-hm," Bert agreed absently about Draco; he'd never met him but he doubted if he could actually be as difficult as Lyra made him out to be-- it wouldn't be the first or the last time she'd grossly exaggerated something.
"The Princess Bride?" he asked, his voice dubious. "This really sounded like the best of the lot? Are you sure you're feeling well?" Bert gave Lyra a wan smile and dropped the reel back down on the table, falling back into one of the chairs. "I didn't think either interested you, unless you're just trying to piss off Arya."
Pulling a face at him, Lyra folded her arms across her chest. "I'll have you know it's one of the only two films the bookshelf would let me have and I'm not going to tell you the title of the other one." Imperious, Lyra lifted her chin, but her smile suggested that Bert's latter suggestion might've also had something to do with the choice. "Anyway - ...what?" Lyra blinked down at her daemon, who'd hopped up onto the table to fix her with an alarmingly pointed look. In response, Lyra squinted back at Pan before shrugging once again and looking for something else to do with her idle hands.
Bert looked at Pan, leaning forward and tapping on the table to get his attention. Just as he did that, he noticed a peculiar smell.
"What is that?" he asked, breathing deep.
Oh, but the last time Bert had asked that question to the silence, nothing good had come of such inquisitive behavior. Pan wouldn't have explained even if he could have, but he did seem to be less agitated now that due attention was being paid. Lyra whipped around to anticipate any teasing remarks about her recent fiasco with monkey excrement, her bottom lip chewed to a tender red. "Whoa horsey, take caution," she warned, though her tone wasn't as threatening as it could have been.
Cuthbert smiled, but distractedly. "No, but it smells like something's... burning. ...oh fuck, the popcorn," he realized, half-laughing, and bolted out of the room.
"...Fuck," she echoed, chasing after him with a tightly wound, uncharacteristically high strung giggle.
When the two friends returned from the kitchen with twin bowls of half-burnt popcorn tucked under each arm, Lyra managed a helpless smile at the sight of the newest arrival. "Finally," said through a cheerful enough laugh, "You've come."
[OOC: Gathering Post. Lindsay brilliantly found the whole movie on youtube here! There will be one toplevel for the actual movie - whisperings, shushings, squealing with laughter, unimpressed reactions. Jump around at any point during the movie to have your threads, then start new toplevels for after the movie's finished! ETA: Tag Lyra or Cuthbert!]