MCA #4, Friday Evening

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So Summer was coming over for weird Christmas horror movies, and Jesse– had not noticed any kind of mistletoe, no. She was just moving some plants around, checking in on the soda (off-brand) in the fridge, making sure that the chips were still where they were supposed to be.

I think I have everything?

She looked around.

... Fuck, the movies!

She hurried around the place to find her stack of - yes, DVDs, and wound up dumping a few on the coffee table, like the strange foreign one and the cop one and the ... whatever the hell that one was...

Okay. There were enough, right? Yes.

[[ for that gal ]]

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Summer, meanwhile, absolutely had noticed the mistletoe, which was exactly why she'd decided to show up for stupid Christmas horror movie night (which now totally had to be a thing, don't even!) With a nice bottle of generic wine.

For drinking or for smashing! Whichever was needed! Summer was pretty much open to anything at this point. Bring it.

Giving in to the natural inclination to do an MHA/MCA comparison in the hallway (and, okay, okay, def checking for mistletoe, too, you pretty much kind of had to), Summer made her way to Jesse's apartment and knocked on the door.

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Jesse’s apartment didn't have too much in the way of furniture, besides two bookcases (not IKEA), a TV set-up, a couch, a small dinner table, and that coffee table. What it did have was a lot of plants, a collection that had steadily grown over the past two years. Many of them were big ferns, including one that sat in the weird divot at the back of the living room. Some of them were cuter little things, sitting on top of the tables and the windowsill and--

Anyway, Jesse pushed past all that to go get the door. "Hey, Summer," she greeted, smiling. "Uh, hi, come in. Glad you could make it."

And... stuff.

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"Hey, Jes," said Summer, smiling back and sort of peeking over her friend's shoulder as if to case the place like she wasn't about to literally just step inside, and figured it was probably best to get one thing out of the way immediately.

She held out the bottle.

"This is for you," she said. "I'm pretty sure there's mistletoe around today, so there's a good chance we might need it."

Summer would be fine, whatever may happen. You would not hear her complain about being shoe-horned into platonically making out with all her hot friends, trust, but she did kind of worry about Jesse in that respect.

Especially seeing as all those plants would probably make it more difficult to keep a reach close eye out for it. Really, now.

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"Oh, is it that time of the year again?" Jesse sighed, and took the bottle. "Thanks."

I... don't really drink wine, but I guess I... could?

"Come in. I haven't spotted any so far."

But I do have a lot of plants.

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You could always just use it as a weapon, Jesse! That was the versitility of bringing a bottle of wine!

"Yeah, well," Summer snorted faintly as she followed Jesse into the apartment, "it doesn't always make itself immediately known, either. I know last year it waited for the most inopportune time to disrupt party-decorating, anyway."

Which had a complaining tone to it, sure, but it definitely wasn't, that was just what Summer sounded like default, really.

The other plants really were kind of distracting, too.

"These are gorgeous," she had to gush, brushing a finger on a particularly vibrant leaf. "Is it hard for you to care for all of these?"

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Jesse shrugged one shoulder. "Not really," she said. "I, uh. Discovered I had a knack for talking to them right before I got here? Turns out all plants really want is for people to be nice to them and maybe share a little."

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"Somehow," said Summer, with a wan sort of smile, "I'm not sure I can convince Pancakes to give talking to plants a try instead of just trying to eat them, but, hey, who knows? Maybe."

But lest all this plant talk only manage to summon other plants out of the ether, she turned her attention away from them for the time being and clapped her hands together. "So!" she said, then rubbed those hands together in eagerness. "What've you got for me? I hope you know that my bar on this sort of thing is very high, Jesse, but I don't think you're going to leave me disappointed!"

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"Oh, you can go through the stack if you want," Jesse said, gesturing towards the coffee table. "I haven't seen the European Terror Santa movie yet, but the one where Santa has to save us from aliens is pretty cool, or, uh, Cannibal Claus..."

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"Ohmygoooooood," Summer's eyes went wide, before she even made it to the table, her expression turning to Jesse and looking absolutely thrilled with how impressed she was, "bar met and exceeded, and I haven't even looked at them yet! Cannibal Claus?? I mean, come on, that is brilliant. How do we even know where to start?"

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Thank God. She likes them.

"We could always put on a blindfold, pick one at random, and hope the mistletoe doesn't get us?" Jesse offered dryly.

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"Well, don't invoke it!" said Summer with a snort, and a laugh that almost kinda wanted to invoke it now. Look, sometimes it was just good to get it out there and over with, riiiight? And honestly, it would seriously be a totally missed opportunity, you only had so many acceptable Fandom passes. "And now I'm wondering if there's just a hole in the Christmas movie horror genre that could be filled with sentient pervy mistletoe..."

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"Sounds more like the start of porn," Jesse observed. Why did I say that? "Can I get you some soda or something else, by the way? I'd say I don't have wine, but..."

She heaved the bottle she got from Summer.

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"Soda's fine," Summer assured her, smirking a little and wondering if she should suggest maybe they should save the Christmas-themed porn for next year. "The wine's mostly there for emergencies-slash-as a precaution."

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"I do have some beer if we want to grab some later," Jesse said as she walked into the kitchen. "Beer always feels like it fits the horror vibe, you know?"

Oh, crap, I didn't tell her--

"Just grab a seat," Jesse called, belated.

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Summer was pretty much already comfortable and settled by that point, anyway.

"I will literally drink whatever you put in front of me, Jes," she stated.

Which was actually pretty much true.

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"I'm not sure if that's a good thing," Jesse returned.

... as she returned from the kitchen with a big bottle of soda in one hand and two very generic beers under her arm.

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"It's not," admitted Ms. Let's Just Huff Fumes from a Random Spaceship over here with a shrug, but she grinned over at Jesse as she emerged. "But also, it means I trust you not to give me anything super gnarly or gross. And not just because it's your couch I'll be vomiting on if it gets to that point."

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"Please don't throw up on my couch either way," Jesse said, setting a bottle of beer and the bottle of soda down in front of Summer. "It's a big apartment but I don't actually have a lot of places to sit."

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"I solemnly swear," Summer vowed, reaching almost instinctually for the beer over the soda, "that if I puke on your couch, I will promptly replace it. And maybe throw in an extra chair for funsies."

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"I'll hold you to that," Jesse said, flopping down on the couch next to her. "So... do we want to start with Cannibal Claus or 'Weird European Santa Throws People From Rooftops'?"

She thought that was what was going on, anyway, based on the trailer.

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"God," Summer marveled at the options slightly, shaking her head, "how do you even choose? But honestly, I really think 'Weird European Santa Throws People from Rooftops' is really speaking to me. I have so many questions. Why is he throwing them? What are they doing up there? What..."

There was a pause.

"Two," she amended. "I have two questions, and I almost hope they don't even actually get answered."

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"Good choice," said Jesse, which she would've said anyway, including if Summer had told her to go back to the stack (though she'd have said it with more mortification).

She got up and picked up the DVD in question, completely missing the mistletoe slowly creeping down the hallway towards them. "I think we should do the cannibal one immediately after," she said. "This is more big-budget, the cannibal one looks like it was shot in someone's murder shed at home."

She pushed the DVD into the player.

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"Jesse," Summer, perfectly enraptured by the promise of a potentially big-budget Christmas nightmare (but not at all in the way the producers probably intended!), "if the cannibal one turns out it actually was filmed in someone's murder shed and is actually a legit Christmastime snuff film, I am never letting you live that down."

And when Summer made comments like that, Jesse, just remember, you're the one who invited her.

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"Honestly," Jesse said, as she moved backwards to sit on the couch while the movie started to play, "That would be just my kind of luck."

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"Oh, also!" said Summer, tucking her legs up under her and curling up comfortably with her drink in her hands. "I don't know why that reminded me, but, at some point when we're not watching terrible movies, I have to tell you more about what happened when I was in space. There's some details in there that I'm pretty sure you're really going to appreicate in a way very few people can."

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Huh. Now I really want to know.

"Can you give me some spoilers?" Jesse asked, as the mistletoe crept ever closer to the living room. "Because now I have to know."

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"Three words," said Summer, more than happy to give more than just spoilers. "Brand name blue jeans."

Her brows knitted.

"Four words," she amended, lifting her beer for a drink. "I swear, I've gotten worse at math now that I'm teaching you."

Summer, you've taught, like, three lessons.

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"Let me guess," Jesse said. "Levy's."

What would malevolent blue jeans even be like? She suddenly had a very vivid mental image.