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Here she was standing outside the great house of Hawthorn once more. It had been a while since she'd been there, but even so she still had to adjust to the size difference. Her little basement room had nothing on this place, and she always enjoyed getting to hang out there when she was allowed. Now she was there to watch movies and she couldn't be more excited. She honestly couldn't even remember the last time she'd seen a movie, or even what her favorite movie was. She guessed this was the time to catch up on it all. The only thing she'd even heard about coming out recently was Star Wars, but she'd never seen it so it didn't really concern her.

"I guess actually knocking on the door would help a lot," she muttered to herself, realizing she'd still just been staring at the door like an idiot. She'd invited Max along to join in on the movie night shenanigans, but she'd forgotten to ask if he even remembered where their place was. She'd just have to hope he didn't get too lost.

The reality was much simpler than Max thought: Chel had to put on pants before any doors could be opened. Not to imply Jack and Chel had been doing anything of that nature (in fact Jack had been in a different room entirely when the door had been knocked on) but Chel was just the kind of person that didn't wear pants.

For the record, Chel would have been fine going pantsless but upon leaving the room Jack had veto'd the look after a single glance.

Which brings us to the story as it is now, with Chel in a pair of ripped jeans answering the door for Max and Diana. "Eyyy, sup." She opened up to the rest of the room, gesturing them inside, eyes scanning behind them for sign of shadows. Just in case.

"Shoes wherever," Chel countered and insisted. "And no, I didn't know I was lookin' for them."

Nudging off his shoes, Max followed his arm, standing next to Diana as he was reintroduced. It was probably a good thing that she was doing so since he never would have, and he was pretty sure he was still Max to one of the Hawthorns and Porter to the other. If they were going to spend an evening together, consistency would be nice.

"I remember you both just fine," he said, tamping down a smirk. "How's married life so far?" He had plenty of other questions about hunters and houses and weapons and the promise of death that hung over this place, but none of them were appropriate for a fun little get-together. Or maybe they were, but he certainly wasn't going to open with them.

Correction- when Jack remembered to fold them up. Chel did not do this mystical "folding" you speak of.

While Jack busied himself with Being A Good Host, Chel simply leaned against the door behind them and followed the conversation. "Yeah, the second floor rooms ain't that bad. I liked bein' around everyone. Felt a lot homier." It was no secret that Chel preferred dorm life, but she wouldn't have been out here if she hadn't wanted to be. "House's s'nice and quiet but s**t breaks all the time and you hafta fix it yourself." Chel also didn't mention the fact that they'd had to build it in the first place.

"Which movie we watchin'?" she asked, gesturing them towards the living room.

"The island's all right. Better than the alternative." He still felt like some useless civilian flailing at things that wanted to kill him, but the more rational parts of his brain suspected that there was little difference between him and any other average trainee.

"As far as movies...? Probably not anything three hours long, unless you want me snoring through the end," Max added. "I guess not animated either? Maybe?" He had nothing against kiddie movies personally, and Caper would have loved one, he just had a bit of a hard time believing Jack would share that opinion. And how many Disney things could they possibly have around here anyway? Whatever movie they ended up choosing would have to be something they already owned, wouldn't it? While it could have been some closely guarded island-wide secret, he imagined he would have heard of Deus Netflix by now, had it existed.

He didn't bother affirming Diana's call for no zombies, though he did agree with it. Movie zombies were nothing like the undying, he just didn't really feel like going there tonight.

"I vote for something actiony, but I'm fine with anything, really."

"Zombie genre's oversaturated with s**t now anyway." Either the infected were blase in comparison to what they'd fought before, Jack had little sensitivity when it came to Diana's and Max's previous situations, or he wasn't particularly wont to be reminded of them himself. The scar at his neck hadn't darkened in months, but he didn't take that peace with more than a grain of salt because Deus.

Jack rolled his eyes at Chel's suggestion, but he wasn't in the mood to quarrel about what to watch. "It's got plenty of action," he told them. "You'll just probably be confused as hell as to what's actually going on." He then gestured for their guests to take a seat on the worn, dull couch; less IKEA, more quartermaster's pick, but at least it wasn't stiff.

"Preference in drinks?" Jack's voice carried as he left them for a moment to return to the kitchen. "Coffee, soda, water, juice?" Always had to have juice for Chel.