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THE CRIMINAL IN ME — chicagocrimes — sanctuary leader — lion — she/her
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 125%]akin to the bonfire incident, chica has noticed that nobody has ever felt inclined to host a movie night either. god, since when did everybody turn into such wet blankets? she's ashamed honestly, that nobody has felt the need to do anything somewhat productive and fun. tsk, tsk.
well, she has recently been blessed with a sudden burst of motivation, so she is more than eager to set it up. a large canopy hangs overhead - very large, enough to cover a long row of mattresses that chica sincerely hopes is enough to seat all of the sanctuary's guests. the pulled-back hem of the canopy has been decorated with mason jar fairy lights, illuminating the clear night in a soft yellow glow. not enough to disturb the movie screening, but enough for them to see the line of popcorn-filled barrels ( and their detailed labels: butter toffee and walnut, kettle, caramel, salt and butter, plain, chocolate ) just to the left of it. below that is a low table [ because kids have to reach it, too - chica isnt going to get everything for them ] that is filled to each side with glasses of tea. sweet and unsweet, a lemon perches on the side of some and a straw in each. a little basket sits on the ground next to it, containing paper bags for her clanmates to take popcorn back to their seats. the felidae finally collapses onto a pillow, dragging a blanket on top of her form,"hey, we're having a movie night with graveclan" she announces, flopping down onto a bean bag, "we're watching the little mermaid, and if ya say ya don't like it you're fuckin lying, get over yerself," it's been awhile since she's viewed this movie, but she loves it to bits and anybody who says otherwise will get called a— uh, not very nice name.