Log: Matt and Rachel

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Matt and Rachel get their Force on with Star Wars marathons in honor of the upcoming movie




In honor of the new Star Wars movie, there were many, many Star Wars marathons going on various channels on TV and of course, the DVDs were a staple for most movie collections. It was a slow weekend for Matt, mostly because it was the weekend before Thanksgiving and he didn't have the deadlines he normally did since most of his bosses were out of town. Thank you, holiday.

Therefore, he was taking the time to relax and enjoy himself some Star Wars. He was currently on Episode V, which in his opinion, was one of the best. They were just at the beginning of the battle on Hoth when he hit pause, "You wanna watch?" he called, hearing a heartbeat in the doorway to the recroom.

Rachel was leaning against the doorjamb, staring at blue alien on the screen with her head cocked to the side as she slowly chewed her way through a mouthful of burrito. It was one of those strange moments wherein she could not quite put a finger on where her memories of something came from. The figure on the screen was, well, pretty alien to her. But to one (or some) the 'others', there were some particularly fond memories of this franchise.

"Wow, that's old school," she finally said, wandering into the room and throwing herself haphazardly onto the sofa beside him. Rachel remembered in time not to kick her feet on to his legs, settling for perching them on the coffee table instead. "Go on then."

"Yeah, came out before I was born," Matt replied, not that he was paying much attention to the screen since he couldn't see it, but he had the descriptive video turned on. "But I'm pretty sure it was beyond state of the art for it's time," he had seen it as a kid on TV before he went blind, but it wasn't something that stood out in his memories. He unpaused it once she was settled.

"1980, ish?" Rachel laughed, though it quickly subsided so that she wasn't distracting him from the descriptive video. That and he probably did not need to know that she was a millenial baby. She did offer him half of her burrito, though.

Matt was older than Taylor Swift. He was not older than Clint. It worked well enough. "Yeah, it came out about then," he'd seen the Star Wars Episode I in the theaters when it had come out along with friends from school, but it wasn't anything compared to the original movies. "This one is one of the best Star Wars, man..." he was used to chatting and listening to the video description at the same time, plus he had seen the movie more than once. He was good. "No thanks, I've got popcorn," he nudged the half-empty bowl towards her with a socked foot. "So. Are you a Han girl or a Luke girl?"

She nudged the bowl back and took another healthy bite of her burrito instead. "I think I would have hit the both of them at some point in time, actually," Rachel replied after consulting her memories. "Leia is the woman that consistently gets shit done. The boys need to get their shit together."

"So....basically, the way it always is," Matt laughed, amused. "Ooooh, we're coming up on Yoda!" He liked Yoda and his backwards way of talking.

They watched Luke make a fool of himself during his training in companionable silence. Up until the poor fool was standing on one hand with Yoda standing on his feet, at which point Rachel pointed at it and said: "I could do that."

'So do it," Matt could do it too, "without powers," he added with a grin.

"Oh, pffsh. Are you going to stand on my feet then?" But Rachel was already standing, brushing some crumbs to the floor as she moved to the space in between the television and the couch. "Can't do it without a Yoda."

"You're like half my size and weight," Matt pointed out, "but sure, if you think you can balance me on your feet, I'll be your Yoda. Talk backwards, I will," he grinned, getting up and leaving the TV on. "How do you want to do this then?"

"Uh," Rachel bit her bottom lip and eyed him for a moment. "I get up on my hands and you hop on?"

"Sure," Matt agreed easily, pretty sure this was going to be a disaster. He waited until she was in position and reasonably stable before using the couch as a spring to give himself the height needed to land on her feet. Thank goodness for high ceilings, but even still, he could touch it without standing up straight, "The hell?" How was she holding him?! "Fine. One arm!"

She wanted to laugh, she really did. But then that would likely result in both of them in a heap on the floor. So she pressed her lips together as they swayed on the spot for one moment, before she slowly, slowly and carefully eased her left hand off of the floor and up until it was parallel to the floor. "I feel like there should be applause right about now."

"Cheater!" Matt crowed, shifting so he was looking down at her. "Cheater, cheater pumpkin-eater!" And where had that childhood chant come from anyways? He hopped off, "You don't get points for using your powers!" he immediately bent forward into a handstand, "C'mon Yoda! I'll show you how it's done!"

"My fault that you're fat, it is not," Rachel huffed, leaping lightly into the air and settling onto his feet. "Ready?"

"Ready!" Matt agreed, taking her weight as her powers stopped supporting her and he started. Adjusting himself just slightly, he didn't fall. "See?"

She was this close to snatching herself up when they swayed dangerously in the air with both her arms up for balance. But she held on to thin air and reminded him that: "One arm up, bucko."

With a grunt and a little more wobbling, Matt lifted an arm just high enough for her to see it and hold the position before he fell. Rolling into the sofa, he laid on the floor with a grin, "I did it. No powers. You suck!"

She had leapt into the air the moment Matt's knees had collapsed, not bothering to even land on the floor as she crossed her arms and wrinkled her nose down at him -- not that he could 'see' that, given the sphere of tk energy encasing her. "Not my fault you're like a heavy hippo," she repeated, tossing herself through the air and onto the couch before letting her powers dissipate.

Righting himself, he made a face in her direction, "I hate it when you aren't touching the floor. Weird," he commented. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't something he was entirely used to either.