[LN] Can't get to his heart through his stomach. The plastron gets in the way.

[spellitonce]

Well, her first unsupervised mission had gone well -- they'd located and rescued a couple more people for the fight against Kuk, none of them had gotten hurt, and there was a whole gaggle of scientists who were reconsidering their stance on how to react to aliens. Not bad for an afternoon's work. She'd turned the mutant turtles over to Jack and Bunny for the full run-down, unleashed Dipper and Mabel to go do whatever it was the two of them did in their free time, and worked the rest of her adrenaline out on her latest sewing project.

The end result was a new hat for Molly (whenever she got back home. If she got back home) and a sugar craving that she could indulge since the North Pole's usual occupant was technically more famous among his preferred audience for his sweet tooth than he was for his ability to stab things really well.

It seemed that she wasn't the only one in the mood for a snack. A whole bunch of snacks had been laid out on a table in the kitchen, all of them looking a little picked over. She blinked at them, then at the turtle half-buried in the nearest cupboard.

"Are you throwing a party or testing for poison?"

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[spellitonce]

Nico inhaled deeply, wrapping her arms around her ribs and pulling her shoulders in as though she didn't trust her own bones to keep her from flying to pieces.

She didn't trust promises much anymore. Too many of them had broken on her since she'd discovered what kind of people her parent really were.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore," she said finally.

[othersdestructive]

"Yeah, no, sure."

Understandable. Very understandable.

"Hey, uh, why don't we go do something stupid, huh? This is Santa's Workshop, they've gotta have some video game systems or stupid movies to watch - you know, to give to the rich kids."

It was a joke. Because in most universes "Santa" seemed to favor the wealthy when it came to presents. He had a feeling that this universe was a little bit different, though, but he hoped the joke was still funny.

[spellitonce]

"Yeah, sure, sounds good," Nico said, reaching back for the Staff again. "I'm not really all that good at video games, though. Let's...yeah, stupid movies, let's go."

She headed for the door -- she knew where the Yeti stored the electronic stuff around here.

[othersdestructive]

One of the yetis pointed to the mess in the kitchen with a concerned "worgleblurg" and Raph just patted him (her?) on the arm.

"Just tell my brother there's food. He'll clean it up by eating it all."

Then he followed Nico as they set up a movie on a weird little TV that looked almost magical. Raph rooted through the box of bad horror movies they'd been given when Raph asked for them.

"Ooh, they're all Blurays instead of VHS. Fancy."

When you rummaged your entertainment out of dumpsters, VHS tended to be the norm.

"Okay, none of these movies are familiar to me since I guess we have different ones where I'm from. I don't see any of the Friday of Halloween or the Beltsander movies or anything, so which sounds better from the bargain horror movie bin of non-kidsafe movies they've wrangled up for us: Killer Klowns from Outer Space, The Gingerdead Man, Troll 2, or -" and here he laughed so hard he couldn't stop for a moment. "Monsturd? Tagline is: 'Don't Get Caught Your With Your Pants Down.'"

[spellitonce]

"No," Nico said, shaking her head. Changing the subject and getting out of the room where it had come up had seemed to help immensely. She sat on the couch, tucking her feet beneath her and propping the Staff between her and the arm.

"No, I will never forgive you if you make me watch 'Monsturd'. My revenge will not be swift, it with the long and drawn out and all the more terrible for it. I say--" What movie titles had he read off? "--Killer Klowns. Let's go with Killer Klowns."

[othersdestructive]

"I'm not exactly looking for you to get me and my little dog too, so Killer Klowns it is," he said, popping the blu-ray in and grabbing the remote. He got up and walked over to the couch, plopping onto it next to her, arms thrown across the back of the couch.

"No Monsturd. So you can hold off on the flying monkeys."

[spellitonce]

"I haven't actually used that spell yet," Nico said loftily, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. "But you've convinced me to hold off for another day, at least."

She looked around automatically to do a headcount before remembering that the only one of her friends here was one of the two she wouldn't want to sit through 'Killer Klowns' anyway. She pressed her lips together and looked back at the screen.

"How old is this movie anyway? Do I need to be prepared for eye-searingly awful clothes?"

[othersdestructive]

"The cover said it was made in 1988." He looked over at her. "So the answer is yes."

Sure enough, the movie started to show people in its opening shots.

"Annnd confirmed for 80's clothes."

[spellitonce]

"Ugh. Is it too late to go back and pick 'Monsturd'?"

In spite of her words, she settled back against the couch, making no move to switch out the movies. Maybe she really did just need an hour and a half of terrible clothes and acting to distract her from everything.

And hey, the company wasn't bad.