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Modern Earth Entertainment, Monday

"Right," Miguel said, "So apparently disaster movies are a thing. You wouldn't think they'd be big on an island as big a disaster as this, but whatever. They were really big in the 1970s, and the one that really started it is called Airport. It's based off a book, and it's all about a guy trying to bring down an airplane. Should be nice and violent." Yeah, he'd figured out his audience.

"So anyway, here it is."

Enjoy what was... definitely not that movie.

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Not what you were expecting.

There's chips and dip, there's some very good guacamole, there's the other people.

Whatever it is.

He's about.

Amaya Blackstone

At one point in time, Amaya had actually expressed concern that the movies in this class might be skewing a bit toward her very clear and immovable preferences; she was pretty sure she actually had expressed as much at one point.

But now? She had to admit a significant point of pride that Miguel already knew which way the wind was blowing. He was a smart one, though, she'd never had even a moment of doubt.

Although Amaya had her reservations about just how exciting a movie named after an airport could have been, she could not even be that upset about the usual bait-and-switch of the class, because this, while substantially lower in the amount of airplanes being blown up that she had been envisioning (admittedly, probably incorrectly) with the proposed film. Because this was pretty great, too, in an entirely different sort of way, but one she could still wholly appreciate.

Shunsui Kyōraku

Shunsui had been meaning to get back to ~~torturing blacksmiths~~ attending these movie night things last week, but that nice little surge back to the past by a couple of millenia sort of threw a wakazashi in that plan, didn't it? But he was around (and lucid) this week ~~and screw work, everybody in the pool!~~, purusing over the snacks for a moment while bypassing the drinks in favor of the one he, of course, brought with him, and wondering how to perhaps best bring it up to Movie Class-chan how he still hadn't had a chance ot thank her for that whole Squishy machine thing that he had only conveniently managed to remember about because Apu-san had said she'd been involved at some point...

Seivarden Vendaai

"Is this a movie about some fucking excuse for a space shuttle?"

Seivarden put a popcorn in her mouth, prepared to complain through the movie.

~~No, that was the sequel.~~

"Airplane," Amaya corrected, with a know-it-all sort of tone that was spoiled slightly by her snort. But, really, a part of her actually was sort of proud to be able to know what an airplane even was, all things considered. "Those never even manage to make it into space. So...just...an air shuttle."

Which she knew Seivarden would have been able to put that together herself, sure, but why not open the door to some quality complaining when she had the chance?

"So even more useless then?" Seivarden replied.

Yes, she had known.

"Well, not entirely useless," said Amaya, biting back a smirk. Poorly. "I'm sure they'll still get you to where you're going a bit faster than just walking.

"Maybe not this one," she amended after a moment, "but I think that's the point."

"Making a useless air shuttle seem even more useless?"

Seivarden snorted too.

"I suppose there has been worse plots in Earth movies."

"Yeah," agreed Amaya wryly, "because everything always goes perfectly according to plan in Radchaai entertainments, too."

Seivaraden shot Amaya a glance. "There has to be something dramatic happening. Better explosions that way."

And the look Amaya sent back to Seivarden was unrepentant and shamelessly, amusingly so.

"I will give you the explosions," she allowed. "I've yet to see any Earth movies that do explosions nearly as satisfying, but I'd say the impending doom of all these people we don't really care about is plenty dramatic. Who knows? Maybe they'll make up for it in the end."

"That would be a bit too depressing."

She wanted things to end well, even on useless airplanes.

"There's a new entertainment out set around the time of a famous historical battle," she said.

Amaya had to shake her head a little, in amused bewilderment, over someone who'd sit there and complain about something, and then, when presented with the very easy solution of just blowing it all up, found it depressing.

"But battles are good!" she said with enthusiasm, figuring she wanted to just switch to something other than blowing up useless airplanes...onto blowing up slightly less useless spaceships. "We'll have to make some time to watch it."

...as if she didn't have way, way, way too much time on her hands right now.

She was trying not to think about that.

Watching not-useless spaceships being blown up might be a nice distraction from that, perhaps?

"Oh, we should. I have the apartment to myself and Issa now, by the way, so we don't have to worry about Peter."

She never had. She also didn't mean it in the way it could be interpreted, strangely enough, because she actually really wanted to watch that entertainment, and she was tired of doing it alone.

There was another new one that Amaya wouldn't like. She should invite Tisarwat for that.

"Not that he ever gave us any problems in the first place," Amaya noted with a fond sort of smile. She'd always liked Peter, really, and she'd miss having him around, if she was honest, but that was just the nature of things, wasn't it? People came, and then people went. Just how the world worked...

Her expression may have shifted a little, and she blinked, shaking any more thinking on down that path away.

But despite her brain's best attempts to move away from it, her mouth just kept on going anyway.

"Bet that's a bit of an adjustment," her mouth said, "not having him around anymore. How do you like it?"

"Well," Seivarden said. "It's a bit quiet. Issa is happy though, she's taken over Peter's room."

She missed Peter.

"Oh, I bet she likes that," Amaya noted with a faint grin, more than happy to talk about how ridiculous cats were over any silly thing like missing people and people leaving. "I'd almost say maybe that'd mean you'd finally get some space on the couch, too, but I've met Issa. I know better."

"Oh, she still thinks the couch is hers." Seivarden grinned. "She's just expanded her territory."

"You know," Amaya mused, "I should hope she's at least covering part of the rent, then. I'm pretty sure that apartment's about to be much more hers than it is yours."

"She's a cat," Seivarden said, considering this as answer to both those things. "Oh, by the way, I might need some help with the shop if you have time. I've considered redecorating it."

"The shop?" asked Amaya, who had perhaps not yet gotten caught up with the recent changing of hands ~~as far as I can remember~~. "...the flower shop?"

Either way, no matter what shop, if it meant something to keep herself busy, she would be all for it.

"I haven't told you that Peter left the flower shop as well to me?" Seivarden asked. "Anyway, he did, and I think it needs a bit of redecorating, some new shelves, new colours, and a nice table for a tea set. I'll probably discuss some ideas with Tisarwat too, she might not have the right family background, but sometimes kids have an eye for new ideas." She paused. "Although her actual eyes shows her taste isn't always the best."

"You know me," Amaya said with a faint grin, one that was trying very hard to not be too eager, because, yes, work, please, all the work, "if something needs doing, I more than willing to lend a hand or two."

She would build you so many shelves, Seivarden. So many.

"But what's her actual eyes got to do with anything?"

Of course Amaya'd noticed they were an unusual color, sure, especially since they'd seemed to be focused on Amaya rather intently any time they talked (which Amaya just dismissed as her being a very attentive sort, really, because what else could it be?), but other than that...

"They're the kind of colour she's going to feel really embarrassed about in a few years, and then she's going to have to change it again."

Seivarden smiled. "Your help will be much appreciated."

She hadn't expected Amaya to say no.

"Glad to help," Amaya confirmed with a nod, even though she hadn't thought Seivarden would have expected she'd have said no. Then her head tilted, a little thoughtfully. "But why would she have to change them or be embarrassed about them? There's a bit different, sure, but I don't see anything wrong with that."

This was...sort of putting it into perspective that Tisarwat had seemed to be particularly invested in color of Amaya's own eyes, which she just sort of chalked up to more Radchaai stuff that she'd never really quite be able to fully understand.

"That colour is a bit..." Seivarden made a gesture with her hand "... frivolous."

Surely Amaya could see that.

"I...suppose," Amaya ventured, with uncertainty, because, clearly, she didn't see it at all. "I mean, obviously, she likes it, though, otherwise...it sounds like she doesn't need to keep it, right?"

Since apparently she could just change it, and Amaya was pretty sure Seivarden wasn't speaking of magically altering them, either.

"And, since they're her eyes, that's all that matters, isn't it? That she liked them?"

Also...they were eyes. Only time she'd ever had a discussion this particular about eyes was having to do with the Knight's tournament challenge of obtaining the eye of a hideous beast, which was quite a bit different.

"Well, yes," Seivarden said. "Of course. But in the Radch people would make certain assumptions about someone with an eye colour like that."

Amaya considered that for a moment, and the fact that she figured that in the Radch, people would make certain assumptions about a whole mess of things that a perosn probably couldn't even help, much less the stuff they apparently could.

"Such as?" she ventured, thinking that if Tisarwat stuck with the eyes, then she must have been okay with that assumption, all things considered.

But she didn't really know the kid very well...

...depsite the kid's best efforts to get to know her.

"That she's a bit frivolous," Seivarden said. "And that she has poor taste. And possibly not the best family background."

Seivarden was making a few assumptions herself, since she didn't know how fashion had changed. She made a gesture with her hand.

"I just think those eyes give the wrong impression. She's a good kid, and smart. It's good to have her on the island."

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