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?"

[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]

"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!"

[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?"

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"You think?" Alec looked down at himself again. "I don't own either of those though."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine laughed. Ah, the sense of humor of the writers never ceased to amaze him.
"I'm too busy to leave the set, of course. We've been filming for months now. I need that seventh scene polished by the end of the week. Deadlines, deadlines!" He gave her a pat on the back. "You know what I asked for. More passion! More romance! Something worthy of having the name 'Valenteen' on it in lights! Get me an Oscar, write me that scene!" He paused in consideration. "If you can bring some humor into it, even better. Perhaps something involving a rubber chicken."
He brought the paper megaphone to his lips again. "PROPS! I NEED A RUBBER CHICKEN!"

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine scoffed, looking down his nose at Alec... as best as he could manage with the mask.
"What sort of movie do you think I'm directing, here? Costuming is in the budget! Take your existing costume to wardrobe and have them do something with it." Once again, the paper megaphone was at his lips. "WARDROBE, I NEED FISHNET AND LEATHER."

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Will decided that the best response to his pat on the back would be to just smile and nod. Clearly someone had been bitten by a gremlin or something.

"I'll get right on that rewrite then. Do you want the rubber chicken to be wearing a pretty dress or a nice suit in the new scene?"

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec cocked an eyebrow and leaned further out of his room, looking up and down the hall. "We're in a movie? I thought there'd be more people around," he said thoughtfully.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"FISHNETS AND-" Oops. Valentine lowered the paper megaphone again. "Fishnets and leather. It's what the kids want to see these days." He grinned. "Keep up the good work."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Extras cost money," Valentine explained in a matter of fact sort of way, gesturing as flashily as he could with his paper megaphone. "And our budget is very focussed on props, makeup, wardrobe.. and, of course, the special effects." He considered for a moment, looking Alec up and down. "I need someone moderately attractive for a firey death scene. I think you'll do."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Dude!" Alec grimaced, moving back a step. "I am more than just moderately attractive!"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"If you say so. I could try to find you a stunt double if you're that concerned. The pyro technician is really a skilled sort, though. Nothing to worry about. ... Or, there would be nothing to worry about, except that I think he ran away to Cuba and now we have the dolly grip working on pyro with a bottle of butane and a lighter..."

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Despite the ringing in her ears, Will kept on nodding politely.

"Right. You want me to write a scene featuring a rubber chicken in fishnets and leather. What did you say the rating on this was again?"

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"If I get top billing, I'll do the stunts," Alec said firmly, waving his hand with the yarn still wrapped around it. "And I need my own trailer."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"We want to keep it lower than an R... PG13, perhaps. Draws in the high school crowd." He grinned. "I want you to give the pyro tech something to do in this scene as well. Make it hot."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine waved his hand about dismissively. "Fine, fine. Top billing if you can properly coordinate a good flaming death scene. Do it without dying, and I'll pay you extra. It's cheaper than settling family lawsuits, after all." Once again, the 'megaphone' his his lips. "I NEED A TRAILER FOR..." He looked Alec over, then shrugged. "LEATHER-CLAD SCHOOLBOY NUMBER FIVE."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec managed to look bemused and offended all at once. "Schoolboy number five? Don't you think someone with top billing should at least get a name?"

[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]

"Yes, yes. I'll get the writers to work on that, as well." Valentine crossed his arms, crumpling his megaphone slightly in the process. "A strong name. Something that appeals to a broad spectrum. Flynn, perhaps."

[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."