special_rabbit | MCA #-2 (And On the Way To..), Tuesday Evening [05/28].

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MCA #-2 (And On the Way To..), Tuesday Evening [05/28].

When plans were originally made for Seivarden to make it up to Amaya for crashing at her place and shedding all over her furniture and being a cat for a couple of weeks, the worst obstacle Amaya would have to face getting over there was maybe some wet boots. Wet boots didn't seem as much a problem this time around, but there was no denying that the critters she'd likely encounter on the way were some really nasty and unpleasant sons-of-witches. Now, Amaya made weapons, but she wasn't much of a fighter, unless she needed to be, and she had a pretty good frying pan that she weilded with exceptional ease for these occasions, buuuut....

Well, she'd been worried about the Crumbler being ruined with all the water, and woke up to find the Crumbler not only not ruined with rust and rot, but instead, immensely improved with all sorts of new accessories that she was just dying to test out.

And she was always complaining that there wasn't nearly enough stuff that needed Crumbling around here...

So please to not mind the over-eager blacksmith making her way through the streets and clearing her path of anything that might get in the way with a far too underutilized Crumbler. Turns out, Crumblers could handle giant scorpions and radroaches and mole rats incredibly well.

She was almost tempted to go on around another loop through the town, but, well, it would be rude to late. So she pulled the Crumbler aside once she reached MCA, toss a tarp over her for protection, and headed on in and down to Seivarden's apartment, where she knocked on the door and took a few moments to make sure she hadn't gotten any crumbled bits of monsters stuck on her or anything.

[[ mostly for the former cat (and her roommate, too, if he wants to hang out!), but, hey, if anyone wants to jump in and say hi while she's Crumbling through town before getting there, I am so for it. ]]

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"I've only to pour the water into the pot," Seivarden said. "But if you want to you can grab the bottle and glasses. I'll just give Issa some food too."

That should give Amaya some time to claim the couch.

And that's where politeness got you, Blackstone, less time to gloat and lord over a cat for not calling seat check, but she figured there'd be time enough for it still if Issa had food to distract her. So she nodded and made her way to the kitchen to do just as suggested.

"So," she said, "on a scale of one to ten, how much would you say she actually missed you?"

Seivarden poured some more food into Issa's bowl, and the cat jumped against her leg before diving in, purring loudly.

"She's a bit hard to read sometimes," Seivarden admitted. "But she seemed upset for a whole day when I got back."

She picked up the teapot.

"Right, time for a movie. I think you'll like this one."

Amaya considered that Issa could have been upset that Seivarden was back or that Seivarden was gone, and just reminded herself that there were many great mysteries in this universe (and all the others, too), but there were some that just may never be solved, and most of those had to deal with cats.

So onto something with far less mystery, and that would be movies. "Are there going to be explosions?" she asked, grinning. "You know I'm going to be disappointed if there aren't explosions."

"There might even be a blowing up of a spaceship," Seivarden said, reaching for the remote.

She nodded towards a bowl of chips on the table. "Please help yourself. I'm going to have tea and whiskey separately, but I won't be offended if you want to mix them."

She wasn't even lying about that.

Which was good, because Amaya was going right for the mixing of the two as she got settled.

She didn't come here for tea, after all, and she'd probably had enough tea in the last few weeks to last her a good, long while.

"Now," she said, "you say might, knowing full well that that's only going to get my hopes up, and you're smart enough to know that if you get my hopes up on exploding spaceships and don't deliver, then it's just going to be a bad time for everyone, so....I look forward to seeing this exploding spaceship."

And light have mercy on your soul if there isn't one, Seivarden.

There were several explosions. There were spaceships colliding. Seivarden looked smug. She had made sure.

"There's some background to the explosions that gives you the context."

Like a plot. Seivarden pressed play. Are you interested in that part?"

"Well, I mean, sure," said Amaya, cradling her glass a little in her hands to blow on the hot tea a little before having a sip. "I've gotta know who it is I'm rooting for in these explosions, don't I? Although, really, all the best movies, you can pretty much tell on just how a person looks or if they're prone to skulking around and doing the dodgey eye thing with the dramatic music."

"I don't think the plot is that complicated."

The first scenes cut between a pleasant tea party in a sunny garden with people of ambiguous gender wearing gloves and drinking tea, and then the dirty interior of a spaceship with an obviously uncivilised person (no gloves).

"That's the captain of the ship they're talking about," Seivarden said, referring to a person in uniform. There were two people trying to get the attention of the captain, while another one was clearly jealous of her position.

"Oooh, and she," said Amaya, pointing out the jealous one with the delight of a person who didn't care for a whole lot of subtly and nuance in these sorts of things, "is going to be trouble, I can already tell."

Grinning, she was also wondering what sort of tea-drinking to explosion ratio an entertainment like this might have, pondering if it was a terrilbe idea to suggest something like a dirnking game out of it.

Tea-drinking and explosions pretty much described this movie, but the actual ratio would have to be a surprise.

"Of course," Seivarden said, after taking a sip from her tea. "I'm still not sure who the captain is going to fall in love with, though."

And that would be Amaya's nose wrinkling immediately.

"No one," she decided, as if she could change the course of the movie right then and there. "The captain falls in love with no one, because mushy parts are the worst parts of movies. I would be okay, though, if some of the other happened to fall in love with her, but she roundly rejects all their advances, because she's got much better things to do, like being a captain and blowing up enemy ships..."

She was sending a worried glance over to Seivarden now, though, especially as there seemed to be a particularly telling sort of swell in the music that usually hinted at a scene going that way. "Do these Radchaii entertainments usually have a lot of the mushy stuff?"

They did.

"We can fast-forward past those bits," Seivarden offered. "Does it count if the captain sleeps with one of them and then breaks her heart?"

That was a possibility, although they usually took a lot of liberty with the love stories in this kind of historical drama.

"At least the ship won't go mad with love in this one," she added with a laugh.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Amaya hummed a little, sipping her drink as she considered that, narrowing her eyes at a definite mushy-scene-lite playing out on the screen right now. "Depends. If the one with the broken heart gets all soppy and moony about it, then, no thank you. Throw her out the airlock. But if she gets heated up and decides to enact revenge...."

A long pause, another sip.

"Maybe. And I don't think I even want you to explain what you mean about the ship going mad with love. In fact, try the rewind button on the remote and see if we can't go back in time to a point before such a thing was ever uttered."

"They don't really do that anymore," Seivarden said. "The ships, I mean."

She reached for her whiskey glass.

"Does throwing tea at someone count as revenge?"

Well, if anything, it was a whole lot better than ships going around falling in love with people.

Amaya snorted. "Revenge? Sounds more like an egregious and likely scandalous waste of perfectly good tea, if you ask me."

"Of course, that's why it's revenge," Seivarden said, managing to sound completely serious. "Who doesn't love a bit of scandalous revenge?"

"Yeah, that's right, get her where it really hurts," Amaya laughed, pumping his fist a bit. "Right in the tea!"

Seivarden laughed, then nudged Amaya.

"Pay attention now, there's the ship."

It was obviously a warship, in orbit around a green and blue planet along with a huge fleet.

"Okay, okay," said Amaya, snorting, clearing her throat and making a good show of pulling together a very serious expression of paying the utmost attention, "but I'm warning you now, if it falls in love with anyone, I'm out of here. I'm going to go take my chances with the giant cockroaches instead."

"Really? Even if it starts shooting at other ships out of jealousy?"

Seivarden lowered her voice. "Just imagine the explosions."

That lowered voice matched with the prospect of more explosions was very effective. "Mmm, those would be good explosions, wouldn't they?" she mused. "Alright, just be ready with that fast-forward button, I suppose."

"Sadly, none of those ships in this movie. There will be explosions though, if you can be patient."

Or if they fast-forwarded past a scene on the ship where the captain received information about an attack on a remote system while trying to read a love letter that had been a surprise to no one but her. Or possibly Amaya.

Just fast-forwrad to alll the explosions. Better yet, find someone who could just make a super-edit and have it be just a compelation of just explosions.

Maybe a few good gun shoot-outs and some sort of dramatic chase scenes, too, those would be fine.

"Patience has never been one of my strong suits," Amaya admitted almost a little wistfully, and she finished up what was left of her tea mostly just so she could reach for the bottle of whiskey and fill her cup again.

Look, if this was to make up for the last couple of weeks, she had a lot more drinking to do before it even started to balance the scales a little.

"But it'll make it worth it...if the explosions are good."

She was holding you personally accountable for it, too, if they weren't, Seivarden.

Seivarden reached for the bottle to top up Amaya's glass before refilling her own.

"Oh, they are good. I promise. Which isn't the same as realistic, of course. I mean, I could fast-forward, but that would mean this movie would be shorter."

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