steve Harrington ended up with a gross amount of weed and maybe for the first time in three years, i'M in a great mood
( that's a little sad clarke, but moving right along. )
which can only be improved if yooooou wanted to hang out Sharky wants to see you do karaoke, but i'll settle for a creative mashed potato hour in windjammer or a movie
( in a dream world that movie wouldn't be screened above the pool deck but... )
( it's not like it takes many interactions to know natsuno's never gonna karaoke some my chemical romance, but she'll take this moment of validation of familiarity. after (gestures vaguely at three weeks in october).
but a very important question to ask before committing to a movie segue in her drugged up evening: )
( there better be cheese on top of that tray of mashed potatoes, she's not peeling herself out of this super comfy smoking lounge chair and swaying through the corridors of the serena eterna for cheese-less mashed potatoes. (not really doing it for potatoes at all, that wasn't a very affectionate response to being called the chocolate cake gold standard of friends, does natsuno need to be told to his face how much she adores him?)
it takes more than a minute. the elevator ride leaves her head spinning. but eventually! clarke will arrive, absolutely beaming and stinking of weed. )
[Of course it has cheese on it, who do you think he is? He may not return her stoned compliments with words, but he IS the chocolate cake gold standard of friends. He won't even comment on how she reeks even thought he could smell her from one deck bellow.]
You look like you're having fun. How was the garlic bread?
( she sees that dish of cheesy potatoes and honestly, if there was a rank above chocolate cake, she'd give him that.
clarke's whole body feels tingly, incredibly heavy, and ridiculously light at the same time. it's an effort to walk in a straight line, but also exceptionally easy to flounceflopfloop into a deck chair alongside him. )
It was amazing. ( she's still got butter stains on her fingertips and pants. she does not care.
but she cares about some things very intensely, and an abrupt wave of concern creases her otherwise exuberant features. )
I read stupid some of the stupid vampire books here, it's not true about garlic is it?
( equally crestfallen about potentially stinking (wrong stink, clarke) and the possibility he'd never be able to appreciate garlic bread again. it's a revolutionary side dish, she understands so much about staci pratt right now. )
[He looks at her flounder toward the chair and wonders vaguely if he should do something before deciding, nah. Clarke will be fine. Her comment about garlic bread makes him snort out a laughter, though.]
No. Not for me at least. No sleeping in a coffin either.
Well, obviously. ( she's seen your room, basically lived in it half the time on board the ship, there's a distinct lack of a coffin in plain view. )
And no avoiding sunlight. And you have a heartbeat.
But I guess not being able to see yourself in a mirror rings true.
( is it time to rag on his wardrobe? she loves the pink fringed coat, but also yes it's time. apocalypse chic > cargo shorts and neon sweatshirts, and clarke's in a funny sort of mood for now. )
[The smirks disappears in favor of an eyebrow raise. Did she seriously just rag on him - a personal insult unrelated to competition, at that? There's a moment of silence as Natsuno looks down at his outfit, a hot pink t-shirt with olive cargo shorts and matching hot pink sneakers. Once of the nicer packages, these sneakers.
Then the smirks comes back. All right, griffin, shots fired.]
At least I don't dress in full leather for a beach vacation.
( she is instantly and deeply horrified by this turnabout. scandalized, wounded, defensive — )
That was one time! I've learned!
( was it really? she would have been in her war gear at the diner too, if the metal detector hadn't also served as a crisis fashion intervention. and has she learned tho... )
And waste valuable time I could have spent building sand castles and being lulled into a false sense of security?
( it sucked when it happened, specifically the part where a handful of their fellow passengers effectively deceived the rest and set out on a mission to help the captain after dark. but it's a little funny now, isn't it? it is at least perfectly fitting with the tone of the entire ship. )
Pfffft. Noooo, I learned to just pack extra clothes from here on out. ( this still counts as learning! she'll pack some for natsuno too, in case he ever wants to not look like a hazard sign. ) What are we going to watch?
That sounds weird. And complex. ( barely adjusted to the movie viewing experience and now she has to pay attention to the movie and the commentary? wack.
but, earned or not after killer klowns, she's trusting him. settling into the deck chair, lowkey delighted by the give of the elastic banding that's currently cradling her and squeaking with every squirm. clarke's resolved to do her best at paying attention to the movie, but that's going to be better accomplished with food in her mouth.
reaching out with idle grabby hands for the windjammer tray — )
[Natsuno rolls his eyes but, whipped friend that he is, scoops a large helping of cheesy potatoes into a bowl and puts it in Clarke's waiting hand. Don't drop it or - he'll make another one, probably. In a tone dry as desert, he remarks:]
( she isn't going to drop it!!! contrary to that very thought, clarke cradles the bowl of mashed taters like it's a newborn and she's in full blown reverence. holds it close to her face to feel the heat steaming off the contents, and relishes in the smell. food has literally never been this appealing. )
It will be from now on.
( and she's absolutely seven bites in before he can even start the movie. )
[Wow. This is certainly a learning experience - he'd seen many drunkards, but not so much stoners. High Clarke is definitely more fun than drunk Clarke.
Natsuno makes another bowl for himself before moving the entire tray right next to Clarke's chair. This way she can stuff herself sick without asking him for refills.
He starts the movie and leans back in his seat as the credits roll to show a man running on a giant hamster wheel. Yeah, that's probably a good movie to watch when you're stoned.]
( this is a great movie to watch while stoned, it's got a little bit of everything! clarke's eyes go big and very determinedly track the circulation of the hamster wheel to the point she makes herself a little dizzy. but easing more so into the movie, letting it wash over her like a wave of experience and not drag her down the mental rabbit hole, she adjusts in her seat and mostly occupies herself with potatoes.
right until the push button age bit, wherein she basically becomes a fourth, considerably less funny audience member.
not until we can team up atomic energy with electronics — ) Oh, you do that! We did that! All cart, no horse, it's automated now! Wow, that airplane's shiny.
( i'm concentrating on the reconversion of certain common elements into nuclear energy sources— ) Oh, this guy sounds like a tool. What's he concentrating on other than hairgel? ( dickweed, jagoff — ) Yeah! What they said!
( hey you can see the cubs losing! ricola-la-la — ) ...I don't get most of these.
[Maybe Clarke isn't as funny as Mike and the 'bots, but it's still nice to see her so happy and involved. Natsuno will take mediocre riffs over critical media analysis of Killer Klowns. They say you shouldn't explain the joke, but he'll clarify some references that go over her head: The Cubs are an American baseball team, Ricola's a brand of cough drops.]
( the one guy tries to take a picture of the creepy guy on the interocitor, and creepy guy says it won't register and clarke goes — ) Ooooooooh, topical! That's just like the Captain!
( then the alien comment registers and she gasps, having not put two and five together to get eleven just yet. and points aggressively at the screen with her mashed potato spoon like: ) It's the forehead! It's the forehead, isn't it! I'm technically an alien, my forehead isn't that big and waxy right?
No, your forehead is just the right size and not waxy.
[But you know, that's a surprisingly profound observation from a stoned girl waving around spoonfuls of mashed potatoes.]
...you know, getting someone to assemble a 2000 parts weird machine only to blow it up a minute after installation sounds like something the captain would do.
( an audible sigh of relief, rubbing the back of her spoon hand across her forehead as if to just be sure. thank you for the reassurance natsuno, she will literally never fret about her forehead again because that's dumb. )
Isn't that essentially what happened to Ebalon? Blah blah, arguable how much a hand the Captain had in it, but if it didn't work because we're on this weird magic boat of his, it's basically the same thing.
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( that's a little sad clarke, but moving right along. )
which can only be improved if yooooou wanted to hang out
Sharky wants to see you do karaoke, but i'll settle for a creative mashed potato hour in windjammer or a movie
( in a dream world that movie wouldn't be screened above the pool deck but... )
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Sharky is in for a let down.
But we can watch a movie. I got some dumb comedies there.
We can have mashed potatoes instead of popcorn.
[C'mon bestie let's watch MST3K the movie and he can keep an eye on you in case you start feeling bad]
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( it's not like it takes many interactions to know natsuno's never gonna karaoke some my chemical romance, but she'll take this moment of validation of familiarity. after (gestures vaguely at three weeks in october).
but a very important question to ask before committing to a movie segue in her drugged up evening: )
deal. but are there clowns in the comedies
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I love it
let's do it
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I'll bring the movie and the food.
[Yeah he'll just carry the entire mashed potatoes tray from the buffet, don't worry about it.
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it takes more than a minute. the elevator ride leaves her head spinning. but eventually! clarke will arrive, absolutely beaming and stinking of weed. )
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You look like you're having fun. How was the garlic bread?
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clarke's whole body feels tingly, incredibly heavy, and ridiculously light at the same time. it's an effort to walk in a straight line, but also exceptionally easy to flounceflopfloop into a deck chair alongside him. )
It was amazing. ( she's still got butter stains on her fingertips and pants. she does not care.
but she cares about some things very intensely, and an abrupt wave of concern creases her otherwise exuberant features. )
I read stupid some of the stupid vampire books here, it's not true about garlic is it?
( equally crestfallen about potentially stinking (wrong stink, clarke) and the possibility he'd never be able to appreciate garlic bread again. it's a revolutionary side dish, she understands so much about staci pratt right now. )
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No. Not for me at least. No sleeping in a coffin either.
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And no avoiding sunlight. And you have a heartbeat.
But I guess not being able to see yourself in a mirror rings true.
( is it time to rag on his wardrobe? she loves the pink fringed coat, but also yes it's time. apocalypse chic > cargo shorts and neon sweatshirts, and clarke's in a funny sort of mood for now. )
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Then the smirks comes back. All right, griffin, shots fired.]
At least I don't dress in full leather for a beach vacation.
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That was one time! I've learned!
( was it really? she would have been in her war gear at the diner too, if the metal detector hadn't also served as a crisis fashion intervention. and has she learned tho... )
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[If she wasn't high af right now he'd never disrespect her paranoia and dedication to war gear, but it's just too easy now.]
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( it sucked when it happened, specifically the part where a handful of their fellow passengers effectively deceived the rest and set out on a mission to help the captain after dark. but it's a little funny now, isn't it? it is at least perfectly fitting with the tone of the entire ship. )
Pfffft. Noooo, I learned to just pack extra clothes from here on out. ( this still counts as learning! she'll pack some for natsuno too, in case he ever wants to not look like a hazard sign. ) What are we going to watch?
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[Sure is a mouthful! He shows her the DVD case before setting it up.]
Basically a bunch of guys making fun of a bad movie.
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but, earned or not after killer klowns, she's trusting him. settling into the deck chair, lowkey delighted by the give of the elastic banding that's currently cradling her and squeaking with every squirm. clarke's resolved to do her best at paying attention to the movie, but that's going to be better accomplished with food in her mouth.
reaching out with idle grabby hands for the windjammer tray — )
Please potato.
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Hope it's everything you dream of.
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It will be from now on.
( and she's absolutely seven bites in before he can even start the movie. )
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Natsuno makes another bowl for himself before moving the entire tray right next to Clarke's chair. This way she can stuff herself sick without asking him for refills.
He starts the movie and leans back in his seat as the credits roll to show a man running on a giant hamster wheel. Yeah, that's probably a good movie to watch when you're stoned.]
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right until the push button age bit, wherein she basically becomes a fourth, considerably less funny audience member.
not until we can team up atomic energy with electronics — ) Oh, you do that! We did that! All cart, no horse, it's automated now! Wow, that airplane's shiny.
( i'm concentrating on the reconversion of certain common elements into nuclear energy sources— ) Oh, this guy sounds like a tool. What's he concentrating on other than hairgel? ( dickweed, jagoff — ) Yeah! What they said!
( hey you can see the cubs losing! ricola-la-la — ) ...I don't get most of these.
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He does sound like a tool.
[Come the assembly montage, the commentary starts to rub off:]
They should be wearing eye protection. And that guy should take off the tie, it can get caught in stuff.
[And once the interocitor is up:] I think that's the alien.
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( then the alien comment registers and she gasps, having not put two and five together to get eleven just yet. and points aggressively at the screen with her mashed potato spoon like: ) It's the forehead! It's the forehead, isn't it! I'm technically an alien, my forehead isn't that big and waxy right?
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[But you know, that's a surprisingly profound observation from a stoned girl waving around spoonfuls of mashed potatoes.]
...you know, getting someone to assemble a 2000 parts weird machine only to blow it up a minute after installation sounds like something the captain would do.
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Isn't that essentially what happened to Ebalon? Blah blah, arguable how much a hand the Captain had in it, but if it didn't work because we're on this weird magic boat of his, it's basically the same thing.