It is about 60/i>/i15C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Mayflower and Mariner/span

The screen brightens further as trailers for old movies begin to roll, like they were going to come out in the future, but they’ve long been produced. Most are B-rate at best, with grainy film. Perhaps it is a sign of what is to come? Seraphina says, “Behave,” to no one in particular, amused.

“Yes ma’am.” Mercy replies, politely even, reclining into her chair and propping her heels up on the back of the one in front of her.

Sylvia turns around again to look at the screen while wrinkling her nose. “Yes, yes…”, she mumbles as well, as if Seraphina’s rebuke was meant for her.

Something prompts Mercy’s attention to drift back to Sylvia, briefly and too vague in expression to give away her sentiments.

“Good,” Seraphina tells Mercy as she wiggles back down into her chair. “I wouldn’t want to choke you out or anything.” Said quite nonchalantly to the other woman. Who would like it more?

Mercy says “Oh shit we gettin’ educated today.“

Mercy says “This one better not make me sad at the end like the other one did!“

Soon, the movie begins. There’s no opening credit. it just begins. Talking about the planets, and asteroids. “Right?” Seraphina asks. She tilts her head to the side to view Mercy side-eye. “It did? I mean, it was kind of sad, that Stingray was left alone but the girl was reunited with her father!”

“Yeah but he got attached to her! An’ then he was all alone again!” There’s the slightest crack in Mercy’s voice at that. She probably has some particularly strong feelings about loneliness these days, or it’s just teen hormones.

Sylvia turns her head to look back up at Seraphina and then to Mercy again, glaring at her while letting loose a loud and rather patronizing “SHHHH!”

“I think this one is a little more serious than Stingray Sam, but I don’t know for sure.” Seraphina says to Mercy and Sylvia alike, as the drums get her toes a-tapping. “I should have brought some goodies for this…. But I’ve never seen it so I don’t have any expectations.”

Sylvia reaches up to press an index finger against her lips and sends a faint glare towards Seraphina as well before turning her attention back towards the screen.

At the shushing Sylvia earns a very disgruntled stare from Mercy that snaps onto her like automated weaponry target locking.

Seraphina pouts at Sylvia, mentioning, “It’s not like we’re missing any dialogue.” She crosses her arms, but then digs into her popcorn again to make -that- kind of noise instead. Not to mention the crinkle and crackle of trying to get her red vines package open.

Mercy says “Yeah fuck cats!“

Sylvia turns around again just to nod at Seraphina. “Yeah, right… but I doubt that this one can stop yapping…”, she nods at Mercy before turning her attention back to the screen.

Mercy is definitely a movie-talker.

Mercy bops around in her seat to the music, not as expertly as the men on screen but she’s into it.

Seraphina frowns at Mercy, “I’m a dog person myself, but I like cats too. Nothing wrong with a pussy.” She winks at Sylvia, “Some movies deserve a little chatter over it. It’s meant to be riffed!” But then, she’s not riffing the movie, she’s tapping her foot to the beat of the song.

Mercy says “That guy got one of them top tier ‘staches. Like blue ribbon prize winner.“

Sylvia frowns as she hears the sound of chips being eaten, though her expression is more one of fear than of annoyance this time.

Every crunch of a chip in Mercy’s mouth is a reminder to Sylvia that it isn’t one of her limbs or her head making that sound instead.

“Don’t say anything about it to Thomas,” Seraphina pleas with Mercy. “No doubt he’ll change up his to a handlebar. He already has that Stan Lee thing going.”

Mercy snickers quietly. “My lips are sealed.”

Sylvia shivers and slides deeper and deeper into the seat with each crunch that reaches her ears. Nervously she reaches into her popcorn bucket for a handful.

Seraphina pulls her drink up from the lighted cup holder and takes a draw from it, tipping her cup then over at Mercy. “Uh-huh,” spoken sarcastically toward the movie-chatter herself. “This must be how Samuel Curtis became Stingray Sam the outlaw.” She mentions aside to the still cringing Sylvia, “You missed Stingray Sam a couple weeks back. It was a lot of fun.”

Seraphina snickers at the really bad joke.

Seraphina looks uncomfortable for the old guy on the stage.

Mercy says “Man he look like my grandpa, an’ that guy was rough.“

“I suppose that would be one way I might start liking beer…” Seraphina murmurs, at the whole awkward story about a beer bottle.

Seraphina wiggles her fingers at Teagan, fingers and the extension of fingers with her redvine, have eaten. The music thrumming from the speakers is heavy with drum and bass. It’s a bit rock punk, space rock punk.

Mercy says “YEEHAW!! “

Sylvia takes a sip from her slushie and glances back up to Seraphina again. “Stingray Sam? Never heard of it. Is it the same as this one?”

Mercy says “LET THE MAN DANCE! GOD DAMN!“

“Better, I think,” Seraphina says to Sylvia. She leans back in her recliner, feet wriggling with the music. “I’m Seraphina, by the way.”

Mercy says “Stingray Sam was pretty great, my favorite definitely still the pirate one though. God damn it was good.“

She may be late, but who cares really? Teagan sure doesn’t. Maybe Lockheed does, the purple dragon she’s juggling along with all the junkfood she bought. She may be graduated, but the sweet tooth persists. The redhead makes her way into the theater and claims a seat next to Seraphina. making sure the dragonling is on the side opposite the angelborn. Just in case. “Hey,” she says quietly to the raven-haired woman as she settles in.

Mercy almost stands up from her seat. “IS THAT MY PEOPLE ON THE MOON?!”

“I am Sylvia”, Sylvia replies to Seraphina, her attention still away from the screen and on the last row, missing the murder that just happened. She frowns at Mercy and huffs quietly. “Could you… please make her shut up?”

Mercy now huddles in her seat instead, eyes wide. “Did everybody get vaporized?!”

Ticket paid for and passed over to the attendant, Selene meanders into the cinema beyond fashionably-late. All while also not being the most fashionable. Heck, the woman probably comes off as only having made it over in a hurry. She clutches onto her snacks tightly, making for her assigned seating, as she casts those within earshot of this passerby a general “Yo.” in greeting.

Mercy turns her head to fling an upnod Selene’s way.

tugs on the red vine in hand, the candy a little tough as its likely not one of the big sellers. Whilst chewing, Seraphina leans her head onto Teagan’s shoulder in greeting. “I left the ball gag at home, unfortunately,” she tells Sylvia. “But that aside, you’re the one Thomas was talking to earlier while we were getting ready. He meant to be here but the Library called him in. But I sus—” Then she falls quiet, having missed, evidently, people being vaporized.

Mercy just outright GASPS. “He saw TIDDIES?!”

The red vines aren’t as popular because Twizzlers are far superior. Which is why they are part of the collection of candy that Teagan has for herself. There is a snicker as Sylvia complains about Mercy. “She lacks volume control,” the redhead explains, while shifting to allow for Seraphina to lean on her if the woman so wishes. Lockheed will just have to deal.

Sylvia huffs out, visibly defeated. She glares at Mercy again before turning around to focus on the movie. “Mhmm! I was talking to him, yes… we can talk about that after the movie, right? And volume control is not the only thing she lacks…”

“I am going to sing that I think, sometime… I Owe you Nothing, but sometimes you owe me something.” Seraphina decides, moving her seat down some to allow someone past. She tries to get Lockheed’s attention to give it a piece of fluffy popcorn. “You’ve seen most the men in this movie and Stingray Sam, I’m sure it was a thing.”

Despite making the most noise of anyone else in the crowd Mercy stares over at Teagan and her pet in that judgmental way someone reserves for a mom that decided to bring her young, restless toddler to a movie.

Mercy says “You can tell these movies ain’ scientifically accurate cause if women were gone an’ men ain’ have titties or lady sex no more they’d like, go feral an’ lose the ability to speak.“

“The ultimate gloat.” Seraphina suggests, giving Selene a finger wiggle having noticed her finally, as she gets settled for the movie. A nod is sent in Sylvia’s way, “I’m not in the Conclave, myself, but I suspect I’ll be in on the metting.”

“Who’s leadin’ the Order these days?” Mercy inquires to Seraphina while her eyes stay glued to the screen. “.. An’ is that kitten doin’ alright?”

“Isn’t it still Pizza Queen?” inquires Selene, suddenly lifting up from her seat. A seat she’s already reclined in, diverting her attention between the going-ons on the screen, her gathering of snacks, and the occasional buzzing of a phone. “.. or is that paperwork behind?”

“Sofia still,” Seraphina says, but after a pause she adds, “But from talking with Teagan a bit, it’s probably more Obie? The city’s been so scattered, it’s hard to say..” A pause again, and then she turns to face Mercy in her seat. “What do you mean about the kitten?”

Sylvia grabs a handful of popcorn from her bucket but does not put it into her mouth. She clenches her fingers around it and takes a deep breath.

“Thank you,” Teagan murmurs to Lockheed as he shares the space (and her), giving him a few chin scritches. The purple dragonling is offered a piece of twizzler if he wishes. “Obie just doesn’t want Sofie to feel overworked, I think. But we’ve been working together on how to approach and deal with the 63rd in various boroughs.”

Mercy snorts softly, and the more quiet stretch of the movie makes it easy enough to hear the derision lacing it. “Ah right, the pizza lady. An’ uh.. there was a kitten y’all had in the botanical gardens I ain’ seen since-” She stops herself, reorients, and concludes with, “Ain’ seen in a while.”

“Since?” Seraphina asks Mercy, lofting up her dark brows.

“Am I going to have to go down to speak with Evelyn?” Seraphina asks, attention fully off of the movie at this point.

“.. where’s the lot of you focusing on next?” continues the inquiry, from where Selene is sat. At this point, her head might not be poking up from the back rests of the other seats, but trust she’s still there. Just, you know, all reclined again. A pause, as she chews on something, before she adds, “And if you want some healthy ‘competition’ for those numbers there, let me know.. Think it’s best if more than one group’s playing the tug-of-war, no?”

Sylvia exhales slowly, grits her teeth and turns around, glaring at Mercy and raising her fist that hides the handful of popcorn. For a moment she simply stares at her before tossing the popcorn towards Mercy direction.

“Uhhhh…” This is the point where Mercy’s brain goes into total static mode and she decides to stall for time, as well as silence all the ‘uhhh’ing by shoving more chips in her mouth.

“Since she killed Calazar and fucked up the gardens doing so,” Teagan says as if discussing the weather. She takes out another twizzler, chomping at it. Watching the movie absently, though barely actually paying any attention to it. She does add, absently: “All Saints if I feel like there’s any chance. Otherwise I plan to reclaim Highgate.”

Mercy freezes up like a deer in the headlights, some chip crumbs tumbling off her bottom lip. “.. Ayeah, that.” She finally concurs, no use denying it now.

There’s a nod. You might not see it, but it’s there. Trust. “All Saints, yeah. I’ve been steering the boys that-a-way, too.. It’s going to be a battle, that poll..” Selene remarks. “Really hoping my work on Redstone’s going to keep them away, too. But we’re still due a few weeks. Or, well.. Gods may know how long, if they’re taking days if not weeks to count numbers.”

Seraphina may be a little scatter brained sometimes, but she isn’t stupid. “What did you do?” she asks Mercy, frowning at the woman. This is followed up by a slurp of her icee, making it hard to remain worried and possibly upset. “I see,” she says to Teagan, loosing a cherry-scented sigh in her direction, lips stained red. “You owe Evelyn a cat,” she tells Mercy. “If the kitten ran off again.”

Mercy purses her lips, but she’s in no position to argue. “Know I ain’ hurt it, but maybe scared it off with all the uh, you know. Property damage an’ noise.” Then she briefly looks over to Teagan, whom she addresses after pinning her gaze back on the screen. “What ended up happenin’ with Quintera anyhow? His audacity still hauntin’ the mortal plane or did y’all leave him to fertilize the soil?”

“I really feel that at this point, it is less about competition and simply working together so that we don’t see New Haven fall to the sixty third… We really ought to try to spread out our contributions to each borough.” Seraphina remarks, now flopping back into her chair to stare up at the screen, mood shifting again. “Kitten is the least of what you probably do owe the Order if the damage is really as bad as you all make it sound.” She crosses her arms.

“We brought him back,” Teagan says with a sidelong look toward Mercy. She continues giving Lockheed scritches and offering him twizzlers. Who knows what the dragonling actually likes to eat or needs to eat. Magic! “He’s gone back to Brazil to try to reclaim his Court.”

“Why the hell were you there anyway… neither of you are Order.” Seraphina grumps.

Mercy clicks her tongue at this news. She seems genuinely disappointed. “Without so much as a ‘later bitch’ or goodbye note? After everythin’ we been through together? Typical man.”

“That’s why I said ‘healthy’. I’m not here to defeat anyone in the polls but the Legion.. If the Sons do secure us a borough, that’s bonus.. But I’d rather first we secure actually HAVING a town.. You know, having stores left people care to visit, having bars and diners people dare to leave their homes for..” Selene remarks, sitting back up to offer that remark without having to speak through the back of the seat in front of her. “.. Dunked my golden acorn in Redstone, to help your folk secure that turf. Dunked two briefcases, a coin from Ra’s treasury, and a real fancy watch into Fairefield, which saw them drop about eight percent.. And only now have fought a way back up into a poll in All Saints.”

Sylvia sighs and throws another handful of popcorn towards the back rows before turning around with a huff.

Mercy considers Sylvia and Selene given they’re likely overhearing all of this, but decides there’s no real benefit to secrecy now. “Well you see, it was the full moon an’ I w-” Suddenly popcorn comes flying in, gently but alarming no less.

“He didn’t say anything to me either,” Teagan shrugs in reply to Mercy. “Calazar’s a dick. That was never in question.” She takes out her phone and rudely (at least she dims the screen until it’s nearly completely dark) begins scrolling her socials.

“God, he really was. Is.” Mercy agrees.

Mercy says “The suit stays -on- durin’.“

Mercy says “Yeah clean yer face up, bitch. You a whole mess.“

Sylvia puts up her feet onto the backrest of the seat in front of her. “What is the suit for a werewolf?”, she wonders aloud, “Is it the wolf or the human?”

Seraphina gnaws on her red vine, working her jaw about as she focuses again on the movie screen. Teagan’s phone does catch her eye, though, with the light from the phone screen and gets a little nosy, leaning her head on the woman’s shoulder again. The flying popcorn from Sylvia doesn’t seem to bother her too much, though she does swat a piece of it out of her pretty raven hair.

“Depends on the werewolf.” Mercy answers bluntly, shoving more chips in her mouth.

Mercy says “You know what, maybe this is scientifically accurate on what happens to men when they sex-deprived.“

“I liked Stingray Sam much better….” Seraphina says, after Mercy. “But I think that you’re right.”

“Gotta dip for.. a bit.” Selene remarks, too quiet for anyone to really get disturbed by. It comes sudden, too, with her forsaking some of her snacks in the hurry.

Sylvia shivers again as she hears the crunch of the chips, but does not answer this time, trying to get more comfortable in her seat.

Mercy says “Stingray Sam was wholesome as fuck.“

Mercy says “Wait, wh- did they d- oh.“

Mercy adds on, “To be honest though we could jus’ be watchin’ old infomercials an’ I’d probably still enjoy these chill movie hangs.”

Nothing too interesting on the phone. Teagan is just scrolling random MyHaven profiles and checking chats. She’s lounging, as if this were just the sofa at home. The movie is good background noise. She’s got snacks! “Wouldn’t most men claim they’re always sex-deprived?” she muses while eating more of her twizzlers.

Mercy leaps up from her seat, and chips explode out of the bag in her hand. “THEY FOUND THE LAND OF MILK AN’ TITTIES!!”

“And evidently vaginas of glass.” Seraphina says.

Mercy says “Sounds dangerous.“

Mercy says “Next time some loser puttin’ the moves on me m’gonna tell him I got glassgina.“

“Probably make them want you more.” Seraphina remarks.

Mercy says “Gonna be honest I thought he was gonna say he had a sixteen inch- you know.“

“You have a dirty mind. And who in their right mind wants -that-?” Seraphina says, gasping -that- out.

Mercy says “You -know- someone does. I dunno who, but someone always does.“

Mercy says “Aw hell yeah I love a good chase first.“

Mercy says “Man why ain’ they able to jus’ be happy on Venus an’ chill out.“

Sylvia says “Because he would have killed the boy! If you hadn’t yapped all the time you would know what the plot was about!“

“Don’t tell me that you’re sad again…” Seraphina says slash asks. She tries to hide her grin after Sylvia’s quip, by wrapping her cherry lips over her straw to suck up some icee.

“Is it so wrong fer me to want a happy endin’?!” Mercy shrieks, passionate.

Sylvia hunches her shoulders as she is reminded and quickly shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

Mercy keeps going because now the dam has broke and she has woes to air. “M’sleep deprived an’ Jim’s fuckin’ DEAD ON MY FLOOR CAUSE I OFFERED HIM PANCAKES!”

“It was a happy ending,” Seraphina assures. Then, “Wait… what?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Teagan murmurs, not looking up from her phone. She glances to the twizzlers, unfinished. A glance to Lockheed, at opposite shoulder as Seraphina. “Want the rest?” she asks the dragonling, holding up the bag.

Mercy just huffs and waves away any further questioning. “Nothin’.”

Once credits have rolled, the lights in Seraphina’s theatre begins to brighten, slowly, for those with sensitive eyes. “I hope that you mean figuratively, because you offered to cook or something…”

Sylvia stifles a yawn and stretches before slowly getting up from her seat.

Sylvia edges out of the row of seats and carelessly drops the ticket stub in the aisle.

“Oh… Before you go, can I get your number? I’ll prod Thomas when I get home.” Seraphina asks Sylvia.

Sylvia laughs quietly at the sight of Lockheed but turns her attention towards Seraphina. “Uh, sure. It’s…. seven-one-zero… zero-three-eight-four”

Teagan watches Lockheed go after the discarded ticket stub, shaking her head. “You play more than the cat,” she tells the dragonling with amusement. The extra candy is stuffed into her bag while she juggles drink and popcorn still. She should’ve eaten the popcorn first! But twizzlers, ah. The perfect movie snack. “C’mon, there’s got to be better toys at home than that.”

If one likes plastic, sure. Seraphina grabs up her trash, the half-eaten popcorn, and the empty bag of red vines, and begins to stand. Bits of popcorn trickle down the front of the so-called dress she is wearing. “Like babies and boxes, I suppose.”

Sylvia nods at Seraphina with a smile, glances over to Teagan and her pet and finally frowns at Mercy, hurrying up as she walks past her. “Great. Call me anytime…”

Mercy is very obviously lingering, soaking up the human interaction she’ll never outright admit she actually needs as much as she does. Sylvia’s frown is caught though, and readily returned with a sharp-eyed squint.

Mercy says “just sylv Jus’ remember, that vendin’ machine coulda been YOU.“

Mercy says “sylv Jus’ remember, that vendin’ machine coulda been YOU.“

Sylvia flinches at Mercy’s words, her glare intensifying but without answering she hurries to get out of the theatre.

There is a fond roll of eyes and a sigh as Teagan leads Lockheed toward the exit. She wiggles her fingers over her shoulder toward Mercy and Seraphina both. “Gonna get him home before he causes any actual problems.”

“What vending machine?” Seraphina says, then frowns, “I saw the two of you in the Union… Did you fuck up the Union?” She narrows her eyes at Mercy.

Seraphina complains, “I’m going to start getting a complex if you keep destroying my things.”

Mercy looks back to Seraphina, pauses, then gets up in a hurry. “Aw shit I think I left the oven on! Gotta go thanks Hawke bye Lawson!” Now she’s running. Full on sprinting to the exit and she slows just to call one last thing out over a shoulder. “BEAST BRAWL TONIGHT IF EDDIE AIN’ STAND ME UP!” And she’s gone.