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John sat practically glaring out the window at all the sand blowing by, holding Sunny in his lap and grumbling. He refused to leave his rabbit behind and the tiny thing would probably suffocate from all the sand even if he wrapped cloths around her carrying cage. Besides, they'd been through worse than a sandstorm. Still...

"You know, if they didn't take away our powers when we get here, I could have just blown this whole sandstorm away but nooooo, that would be too convenient."

So maybe he was getting a little bit of cabin fever being cooped up.

Being cooped up isn't Karkat's favorite thing, but he's pretty used to it, having been on the meteor so long. Then again, that place was a lot bigger than this condo. Still, he finds this situation way more appealing then spending three years on the meteor again or something. "Of course it would be. If everyone here had their powers, we'd have finished this war already." He gives John a gentle shove away from the window. "Hey, we should do something fun instead of glaring at the god damn sand and hoping your powers will suddenly reactivate."

"Dude, isn't a sand storm technically a wind storm? That's throwing sand around and shit? Blastin it with more wind might just make a sand tornado. Which, while awesome sounding, is probably not the best idea in the middle of a city." Dave is sprawled upside down on a couch. He started right sight up but kept flopping over in his boredom and apparently kept going until his head was hanging off the cushions and his legs were up against the back.

Yes, his face is turning red.

Dave tilts his head at a funny angle to glance over at Karkat. "We're not reading any of your trashy novels out loud."

Kanaya is, fortunately or unfortunately, actually being productive now that she's arrived. Her original plan had been to simply drop by to deliver a gift to Karkat, a scarf he could cover his mouth with to keep him from breathing in the sand if he went out. But after she'd arrived, she'd decided that both John and Dave could do with scarves of their own.

Which brought her to where she was, now, sitting upon the other couch to herself where she could easily glance to either upside-down-Dave or John and Karkat at the window. She had specifically added Karkat's symbol to his scarf, so she was doing the same to both Dave's and John's.

Dave's comment draws her gaze to him, however, and her brows furrow for a moment before she resumes her work and casually adds: "Have you been looking through his collection, then, Dave?"

Unfortunately, she can't hide a little smirk after she says it. A little teasing could be funny, after all, among those she could call her friends.

John rolls his eyes. "Dave, I could just control the wind that is a part of the sandstorm, duh. And you know what? Maybe the people who brought us here are up to something because Karkat's right, we could have just solved this whole thing if everyone had their powers! It's so stupid." He heaves a sigh, sticking some timothy hay under Sunny's nose that she happily munches on, blissfully unaware of what's going on outside.

"What about a movie marathon?" he puts in for a suggestion on what to do.

"They are not trashy Dave they are works of art." Excuuuuse you. "If you do want to look at them, Dave, I have plenty." A grin. Good going Kanaya.

"Okay, movie night fine. But Kanaya gets to pick, since you always object to my romcoms, and god knows Dave couldn't pick a decent film if it fucking hit him in the pan. And I'm hereby saying no, fuck no, to any and all Nic Cage films. Which leaves Kanaya as the unbiased judge."

"No thanks. Though I might be persuaded if you do a dramatic live reenactment. With like costumes and funny voices and shit."

Dave finally just slides off the back of the couch onto the floor before hanging upside down for too long makes him pass out. He just sprawls there, arms and legs fanned out as a blast of sandy wind shakes the whole apartment. "And dude. Dude. There is nothing wrong with my taste in cinema. Movies and TV were like my fucking parents."

Kanaya's gaze goes from watching John, to Karkat after the suggestion is made. She can't argue with Karkat's logic regarding the three of them and their preferences, but at the same time she doesn't want to be the one left in charge. Not good. Before she can really say anything, though, Dave is on the floor; apparently he'd become liquid in the moments she'd spent looking away. Human behaviors were so strange, even now.

So she takes a moment to just... look out the windows at the sand whipping around before she responds, her hands finally still and not working on the scarves.

"Each of you suggest three movies each, and I will choose the winning title from the options." She suggests, glancing between the three of them. "Will that compromise suffice?"

Edited 2013-09-24 03:46 (UTC)

John rolls his eyes at Karkat's objection to Nic Cage films while Sunny hops over to Dave to sniff at his hair. Better move before she decides she wants to see if it's edible, Dave. As for John's movie choice, screw what you say, Karkat, he's going with a Nic Cage movie. "National Treasure."

Ugh. Well, he has to admit National Treasure is one of the most reasonable and slightly less pan frying of the Nic Cage movies.

Alright, now he has to think of one he wants to watch. Fuck, this is hard. "Okay, I'm using human titles since that's what we've got on us. I vote Men in Black, since that's a action movie and it doesn't offend your sensitive romantic sensibilities." Plus it has Human Will Smith in it, who is almost as great as Troll Will Smith.

"Or how 'bout something none of us have ever seen before? I mean fuck this world kept going for the past three years, right?"

There has to be a whole new array of absolutely horrible bmovies out there to love ironically. "If not then I vote for Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes."

Leave it to Dave to innovate on the situation, but the movie title he chose has her sort of staring at him. So Dave chose some kind of... horror film. John chose a mystery adventure film. Karkat chose a sci-fi film. She'd had some time to hear about different genres, and unfortunately none of the three presented movies caught her attention too much, but there was a movie she'd stumbled upon while searching for Romcoms for Karkat.

A movie she'd decided to bring with her.

From the bag she'd brought along, she pulls out "How to Train Your Dragon" and holds it up with a little smile. Released in March of this very year, apparently, before she had even arrived in Death City and yet she had managed to find it while shopping. The shopkeeper's high praises had urged her on to buy it, but she hadn't viewed it yet.

"Do you perhaps mean something like this, Dave?" she was fairly certain that both troll and human alike could be impressed by someone training and not being eaten by a fire-breathing wingbeast. Otherwise they could pick one of the three suggestions.

While none of those are his first choice, all of them are films he wouldn't mind watching so John just shrugs. "I could go for any of those. We're pretty much stuck here until the sandstorm is over with. Let's just watch them all. Kanaya can go first since she's the guest?" And also because dragons were cool.

Let's just watch them all he says. Screw voting we can just do everything.

...That's actually not a bad idea. _{[They are probably going to be here for a while.]}

Dragons are fucking swag, yo.

"I'm down with that. Lets just hope the fucking electricity holds out." Technology reliant folks they are may lose their shit without precious electricity. Hopefully he didn't just jinx them, whoops.

"Then it seems we have chosen our first movie. Attack of the Killer Tomatoes can be second, Men in Black can be third, and we can finish with National Treasure?"

It seemed a good plan that would take up plenty of time, so Kanaya offers a little smile after offering the idea. She still has her knitting things to do, but she's finished off John's scarf to start with, so she takes a moment to offer it out to him. A scarf to keep the sand out, with his pesterchum symbol sewn onto its surface. Now he and Karkat had one, and it was time to make Dave's.

"Works for me," John agrees to the movie line up. He leaves Sunny to go bounding around the floor as he gets up and goes to take the scarf from Kanaya. His eyes light up when he sees the finish product and wraps it around his neck to try it out, grinning. "How do I look? This is so sweet, Kanaya, thanks."

"Yeah, okay, that works."

He eyes John's scarf and reflects that his is totally cooler. "You look slightly more fashionable than you usually do. Or something. I don't fucking know. You don't look like a flailing disaster or a stain on humanity, so I figure you're fine."

"Fuck dude, Kanaya's got some mad skills, yo. Shouldn't even have to ask. " Seriously, she's a troll and she still has more fashion sense than the three guys in the room combined.

John's choice to abandon his hopbeast-- er, Sunny, has Kanaya watching it as it hops away for a few moments. She had recalled it was typically kept in a cage, so seeing it freely roaming was new. She'd just have to be careful when walking around. But at John's thanks, she nods and offers a smile... followed by a little chuckle at Karkat and Dave's commentary.

"I apologize that your scarf is the last to be finished, Dave."

But at least she's got the red cloth and material sitting around, ready. If she rushes, it will be finished before the first movie is even over... but as she moves from her seat to put it in, since the others were sitting around, it only takes a glance at the box to remind herself that she'll probably enjoy watching it. So likely it will take her two... or even three of their movies to finish. Sorry Dave, movies are distracting.

But at least the movie is in, and it was time for dragons for the four of them.

"Gee, thanks, Karkat," he says with a roll of his eyes. He keeps the scarf on though as he plops down on the ground, sprawling himself out on his stomach and using his arms to prop his head up in front of the TV. Then a thought comes to him. "Hey, we should make popcorn. Every movie needs popcorn."

"Oh! That's right. The human grubcorn equivalent!" He knows what this is. Thank you to Kanaya for introducing him to this tasty treat that is sort of kind of like grubcorn and is nonetheless pretty delicious. "It doesn't seem hard to make."

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