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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[notawitch.livejournal.com]

"O~kay." Will took in a deep breath.

"So, for the ... new version of scene seven, we have the rubber chicken and its date making romantic talk at each other before both ripping off their shirts to reveal fishnets and leather clothing underneath. They start necking, until we pan back to discover that the date has morphed into a giant flaming monster. The date chases the rubber chicken around, while throwing fireballs of true love or something."

She quirked her head to the side. "Is that what you want?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine stared at Will for a good minute of silence, then clapped his hands together and beamed proudly.
"Excellent!! The critics will love it! There's an Oscar in that, somewhere!"

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Will held a smile for a few moments too many before finally replying to him.

"I'm glad you like it so much."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine clapped his hands together again for good measure. "You're in line for a raise. Great things are in store for you. Great things!"
He then proceeded to do a totally dignified little dance while clapping his hands, skipping from foot to foot, and singing about critical acclaim, or something of the sort.

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Will so wasn't going to comment on his geeky victory dance, but she did think a great many things about it as she tried to bite back a giggle.

"And when do I get my paycheck, Mr Valentine?" she asked. "It's late this week."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Paycheques go out on Friday," Valentine replied dismissively. "And that's Valenteen. Ricardo Valenteen." Once again the 'megaphone' hit his lips. "WHERE IS THAT LATTE?"