Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Night

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine stood back and proudly admired the pillow fort that he had made out of the couch cushions. He wasn't half bad at making them even when he wasn't insane by way of cupcake, he decided, and he might take up designing sets for himself more often in the future.
The only thing he was really missing right now was a low-fat non-whip soy latte.

And a cast, crew, script and camera.

He'd iron out the kinks later. Nothing could stand in the way of the progress of the magic of the movies!!


(Common room open, as common rooms are! Come in and be a star? We can figure out OCD as we go. ETA: As most of us have gone to bed, slowplay is now the name of the game to finish that movie. OCD is up for the filming itself, and I think we have pretty much all the positions filled. But if you want to show up and gawk, you can totally do just that.)

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Re: PRE-PRODUCTION!

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

Will looked around her a couple of times before realizing that Valentine was starting intently at her. It was sometimes hard to tell with those pinhole eyes.

"Um, I'm okay? I'm not really a witch, but I think I could play one if need be."

She was a member of W.I.T.C.H.. There was a huge difference there,

Re: PRE-PRODUCTION!

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Well, I was thinking," it was important to mention that he was thinking, of course, because all thoughts that come from the head of a Valentine are important enough to earn their own mention, "I probably wouldn't be the greatest choice for a Poultry Witch, but if you were to maybe wave your arms about and cluck, you'd make for an excellent chicken. Witch. Chickenwitch. Thing."

Re: PRE-PRODUCTION!

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

There was a good deal more blinking on Will's behalf, and a whole minute of silence before she answered.

"If you really need someone to flap their arm about and cluck, I guess I could be your Chickenwitch."

Re: PRE-PRODUCTION!

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Excellent!" Valentine was rather pleased indeed. "SO! The Rubber Chicken decides she doesn't want to be a Rubber Chicken anymore, she sees you, the Chickenwitch, and then she's forced to watch her one true love-- or, her other true love, given that Flonn is a thing of the past-- slowly deteriorate into an oily beast! And then they make love. Or something."

Re: PRE-PRODUCTION!

[notawitch.livejournal.com]

"Right," she said. "But not in the chicken suit, 'cause apparently that chafes."

Re: PRE-PRODUCTION!

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Apparently so. Apparently," Valentine shrugged. "I have it on good authority that naked sells better anyhow. Though I don't know how naked. Maybe mostly naked, because we are in a common room and I have better things to do with my Saturday than detention."