Dorm Hallways, Wednesday After Lunch

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine had fashioned for himself a paper megaphone and was walking up and down the dorm hallways, shouting 'artistic' directions to everyone he came across.
He hadn't seen a single clapper loader, gaffer, or grip all day, and it was starting to perturb him. To top it off, his cameraman seemed AWOL, but he was willing to go out on a limb and say that he had finally decided to go with his suggestion to use hidden cameras for maximum feel while scenes were being played out.
This meant, however, that the boom operator would have to be extra careful to keep the boom out of the shot.
"AND WHERE IS MY LOW-FAT NO-WHIP SOY LATTE, PEOPLE?"
He was a director. This obligated him to shout.

(OOC: Open all day for anyone who wants to have random stage directions thrown at them in the hall or who wants to be hired into Famous Director Mr. Valenteen's movie crew. I have the day off, so I'm looking forward to much crack!)

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[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec leaned out into the hall from his room, yarn wrapped around one hand. "Dude, isn't there a coffee place in town for that sort of thing?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I AM RI-" Valentine sniffed and removed the paper megaphone from his lips for a moment. "I am Ricardo Valenteen, and am expecting my assistant to bring my latte to me shortly. I cannot be bothered to get my own... I am an artistic genius at work, here!"
He eyed Alec for a moment, tapping his chin thoughtfully with one finger. "And you... Haven't you been to wardrobe yet? What a disaster."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"'Ricardo'?" Alec frowned at the wardrobe comment, looking down at his long-sleeved shirt and khakis. "What's wrong with my clothes?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Not believable at all, not one bit. This is a school dorm scene." Valentine sniffed again. Sniffing was in fashion. "There will be teenage females watching, you understand. You need less clothing." He tilted his head in consideration, then nodded, satisfied upon reaching a decision. "Leather pants and a fishnet shirt. THAT will sell! WARDROBE!"

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

On her way down to her afternoon forensics class, Will headed out from her dorm room to find a masked figure yelling at people in the hallway.

"Hey, Valentine!" she said cluelessly cheerfully. "How goes the juggling?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

Ah, beautiful metaphor. Valentine didn't recall casting this lovely young lady in his picture, but she seemed intelligent, so perhaps she was one of his writers?
"The juggling is as tedious as ever," he said, waving a hand in the air with a flourish. "It's so difficult to get a good latte around here. How are the rewrites to the seventh scene coming?"

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Will raised an eyebrow at him. Since when did he demand Lattes of people?

"Have you tried going down to J,GOB's? And what rewrites to what seventh scene?"

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi had been heading to her room when she stopped and stared, "what's going on?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I AM DIREC-" ... Valentine removed the paper megaphone from his mouth. "I am directing a video masterpiece! This one will mean my Oscar for certain! And you!" He pointed a finger at Naomi. "You are in my shot!" He paused and looked at her thoughtfully. "Unless you're the new dancing girl. Where's your Set Etiquette and Protocol certification?"

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi was confused, "my what?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River was on her way out when she noticed Valentine and waved happily.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine noticed the spunky girl waving to him and considered this motion gravely. She wasn't nearly tired enough to be one of his actors, as this had been a long shoot. Unless she had fantastic stamina... in which case, she was attractive enough to perhaps be a lead.
"HAVE YOU BEEN--" Pause. Lower the paper megaphone. "Have you been to wardrobe yet? We'll be shooting again soon!"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Valentine had strange ideas. His mind wasn't working properly and it was very confusing. "I like this dress," River said. "But I can shoot."

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

As Henry walked by, he tried not to stare at Valentine. He did, however, wonder what on earth a "low-fat no-whip soy latte" was.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Henry was not escaping so easily.
"YOU," Valentine didn't bother to lower his paper megaphone this time. "I SENT YOU TO GET ME THAT LATTE HOURS AGO. WHERE IS IT?"

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

Henry started at the sudden attention.
"What?" He shrank back a little. "I- uh- what? I don't know if we've met..?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Sokka called, hurrying after Valentine. "I completely forgot about masks! We should make some before tomorrow!"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"MASKS?" Valentine really was going to have to start lowering his megaphone a little sooner. Not that he would. But it would have been nice. "I don't recall the writers including masks into the script." He considered for a moment. "Unless you mean for the scene where the rubber chicken and it's lover, the mighty Flynn Flonn, are attacked by a million insane people who think that masks are actually real faces..." He looked Sokka up and down thoughtfully. "While you're working on masks, try to focus on the rest of costuming as well. Our lead is unhappy with his current wardrobe, and I don't blame him one bit. Khakis are out of style, and he needs leather pants and a fishnet shirt before we start shooting again."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka paused a moment to stick his finger in his ear and try to stop the ringing.

"Oooookay." Today was crazy day, apparently. But Sokka could roll with that. So Valentine thought he was putting on a play?

"Yes, that's exactly the scene I mean. And you promised to help me make the masks. Not a million, but enough for most of the... actors... on campus. Are you busy tonight?"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

6 was wandering about, wondering what to do about his River Problem. Such thoughts flitted away when he saw Valentine.

"What the devil?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"YOU," Valentine began, lowering the paper megaphone somewhere halfway through the word. "Have you been to makeup yet? We're shooting in minutes. Hurry on, now, we're on a tight budget and time is money!" He clapped his hands together, effectively crunching his megaphone, but paying it no heed. "This is the scene that's going to rock the establishment and bring the house down!"

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

"Scene? I'm sorry that I'm not 'hep' to your lingo, 'daddio'," 6 said. "And I assure you I require no makeup."

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

Miley was trying to sneak back to her room, positive that she was naked. Hiding behind a plant, she tried to move past Valentine without him seeing her.

[dark_slippy_thing]

The eyes of a director miss nothing on his set. Valentine didn't even bother to lower the remains of his paper megaphone for this one.
"I LOVE WHAT WARDROBE HAS DONE FOR YOU. SIMPLE, YET ATTRACTIVE. CAN I GET A CLOSEUP ON HER WITH THE HIDDEN CAMERA?"

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

"Eep!" Miley thought she was naked, but she was actually wearing a lot of clothes now, having solicited items from people. Including a large poster wrapped around her middle. "No cameras, you big pervert!"