fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

'Valenteen' had spent a good twenty minutes rearranging the furniture in the second floor common room to better set the scene for the big shoot of the grand finale of his up and coming blockbuster hit, "Fandom Chicken, The Motion Picture."
This basically meant that the television was turned off and there was a little pillow fort created from the cushions of the couch for the terrible 'Flynn Flonn' to demolish in a flaming rage.
As the head of pyrotechnics had run off to Cuba, and Sokka, his costume mistress, seemed more interested in stupid masks for the extras than actual costuming for the leads, a costume was fashioned for his monster out of a garbage bag with holes cut in it and some coloured paper cut out to look like flames, stuck onto it with duct tape. It was low-budget, but it was brilliant nevertheless.
To top it off, another costume had been quickly fashioned out of a chopped up ice cream bucket, some cardboard, and a few rubber gloves, and it was awaiting a star that was brilliant enough to play the title role of the chicken.
Now, all he needed was for his cast to arrive. And, hopefully, someone who could operate a camera.

(OOC: ~~Going to set up some minor OCD.~~ OCD IS UP! Open for gawking, extras, anyone with a camera, and, of course, your normal common room needs.)

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Valentine was already yelling instructions to the camera people. The well-concealed camera people that probably didn't exist. "ZOOM! ZOOM! NOW USE A WIDE-ANGLE LENS! BEAUTIFUL! BEAUTIFUL!"

"Wide angle lens?" Miley stood, her hands on her hip. "Boy, you are asking for trouble!"

Aha! "The shot is clear! ZOOM SOME MORE!" Valentine flailed both arms toward Miley, hoping that his invisible cameramen would take the shot while there was still a shot to take.

"No! No zooming!" Miley flailed and ducked again, looking for the cameras. "I will shoot you in the ass with buckshot, zoom-boy!"

"Action! Excellent! SOMEONE GET THIS GIRL A GUN!"
Perhaps it was fortunate that nobody was paying attention to him at that moment. "Get her a gun, and then ZOOM LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER ZOOMED BEFORE!"

"Is... a gun a wardrobe thing?" Sokka asked tentatively.

"Oh, you're asking for it!" Miley stood, clutching her backpack to her chest and decided that naked or not, she was going to have to beat someone up.

Valentine pondered this for a moment. The props manager seemed to have vanished...
"Yes! Yes it is!"

Sokka dashed off down the hall. In a minute or two, he came back with a "gun" fashioned from rolled-up notebook paper and glue. Wet glue. With some glitter stuck to it.

"Boo-yah!"

He triumphantly handed it to Miley and bowed to Valentine.

Miley blinked at the prop and then at Sokka. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Shoot things, of course! Find your motivation and... pull the trigger!" Valentine? Was most pleased and rather oblivious to the fact that the overdressed girl was slightly homicidal.

"Oh, I found my motivation alright." Miley stomped over to Valentine to whack him with the gun. Of course, it was a weapon made out of paper, glue and glitter...so we're not talking major damage here.

Valentine was thrilled and oblivious.
"Fantastic! Harness that rage!" He was clapping, now, despite the smear of glitter glue that graced his clothing. "ZOOM!"

"Boy, you are stupider than a cow who can't find the pasture." Miley growled, hitting Valentine till the gun fell apart. "I am going to my room to find some clothes and if I see any footage of me on the internet, I will track you down and make you wish you never saw me naked."

With that, she grabbed her backpack, held her head high and left the common room with as much dignity as she could muster.

"AND CUT!"

Valentine was most pleased with this entire shot. He was pretty certain that some of it would make it into the trailer.

Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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