found family · snark · cozy · drama · ensemble · movie night · witty · emotional
The television screen is a jagged web of fractures, flickering with dying static. The lounge is a disaster zone—an upturned coffee table, a shattered lamp throwing wild shadows, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and scorched plastic. Outside, the storm has escalated from rain to a howling gale that shakes the window frames. John Walker is on his feet, his posture coiled for a fight even without his shield, glaring at the ruined TV. *I told you not to mess with the wiring, Morse!* Bob holds a still-smoking screwdriver, his expression sheepish. *I was just trying to fix the color balance! It had a green tint!* Yelena has her pistol drawn now, sweeping the room’s corners, her usual cool composure replaced by razor-sharp alertness. *The power surge did not originate from Bob’s…