notafuckingnut | [032] raise the curtains, dim the lights; this is it boys, the night of nights

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[032] raise the curtains, dim the lights; this is it boys, the night of nights

So, now that the place has gone the Shinning on us, I think a last-ditch shindig is in order. Any takers?

Just think of it this way. If we don't, those of us NOT allowed a few rounds without "permission" when the cameras are rolling will have a long, dry, road of drama ahead of us, and who the fuck wants that to look forward to without a last hurrah to send us off?

...Justin, you're in, I'm assuming. I'm counting you as in, you're already on the list. Make it work. Cas-man, you too. [...No, this nickname has STILL not caught on. And never will. He'd apologize, Dimitri, except he's not sorry.]

[A/N: for the duration of the breach, Richie is Rob Tramontano, a bit part actor with a horrible tendency of getting roles where he gets killed off about 20 minutes after he shows up. ...and all of those were scored through a buddy who makes movies. After scoring this role he's started thinking he's hotter shit than he actually is; he's convinced this is his Big Break (never mind the fact that his character is pretty much universally despised other than by a small die-hard group who generally gets funny looks for it) and consequently tends to act a lot cockier about things than he probably should. ...Oh, and he's also got a reputation for being more than a little...eccentric, shall we say.]

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I.. don't think Castiel is really into partying. But I'll come, if you want.

Neither is Richie; the dope's gotta be told what he wants to do. That's not actually the point. Just live a little, alright? Kick back. Relax, they won't start throwing the cameras around until they get all this shit cleared up.

Right. Well.....just tell me where it is and I'll show up, I guess....

Sooo, I've been thinking. We should, IDK, talk, or something? With the down time and all.

Sure thing, man. Once I figure all the deets out I'll let you know.

Sure sure. U know I was thinking the same thing

Where ya wanna meet up?

Neutral ground. Common room on one of the floors? Your pick which.

I'm in. Forced sobriety gets to you after awhile. [heh]

[Richard is just changing out of costume. He's back to his beloved jeans and a Bat World t-shirt. He sighs and drags off his wig, mussing his spiky blond hair.]

I might have a case to throw in but it will hardly last all weekend. This must be bloody well solved. Let's check the storeroom, I'm sure the crew must have something stashed.

[He grabs a fistful of wipes and starts getting rid of his makeup.]

I feel you on the nonstop angst. It's like for the last month-odd the writers have been obsessed with manpain.

Blah, fine, unless people are there. Let's go with the third floor.

It's a closed set. I really doubt anybody's gonna be hanging out there for fun.

[SPAM]

[When she gets there, Rob's lounging in one of the chairs, taking up as much space as is physically possible for his frame and a little extra besides. He gives a half-assed salute in greeting.]

Hey. Pull up a chair.

I can only imagine; at least I got a few in this week. Shitty context, but hey, booze is booze. Anything in particular I should be poking around for when I head over to raid the cabinets?

First stop, absolutely. I know I don't have shit here, I used it all up the last blowout.

Just hunt the guy down, buy him dinner, and do the deed already, jesus fuck. ...Or just buy him a few drinks and get right to it, most people in this business are practically whores already. Hell, I'd do it myself if they'd let me off-site long enough. And for you? Dude, just talk to the writers. Bug 'em enough and they're bound to throw you a bone.

I'll have to focus on the girl writers then. I just don't swing far enough that direction. [A low chuckle.] Yes, some bugging is going to be done. Some of the others went to bat for me, for which I'm grateful.

...

...don't want to get your hopes up too high, but I heard a juicy rumor. George ditched that shitty agent and is back in talks.

I claim the bottle of jameson in my name.

[Kairi often wore designer clothing when not in character just in case the paparazzi were skulking about. Today's dress was blue Dolce and Gabbana, thank you very much. She took the next closet to Rob and immediately started into it:]

Okay, so, I can't really stick around too long, but...well, hey, I guess I should ask how you're doign first, huh?

Sir yes sir. Consider it claimed.

Hey, if you need a petition I'm all over it. I'm sure we can get most of the cast to sign it without even having to stoop to incentives. It's not like we've got any kind of room for the big guns right now anyway.

...You serious? Don't be jerking my chain about that shit, man.

Of course you can't.

[Slightest of eyerolls.]

I'm good; just, you know, keep on keepin' on. Not every day you get the chance to play the villain, right?

[Ohh that wasn't snide at all, was it?]

You?

[Insert her most falsely sweet sarcastic smile ever. She answers his question with one of her own:] Why would you even want to hang out with me, anyway, Rob? Or do you just miss me that much?

[And she can have a smirk back in return. Why did he think this was a good idea again?]

Miss you like my appendix, babe. What can I say, everybody's a masochist sometime, and if they say they aren't it's a big fucking lie. Just part of the human condition.

[She roughly falls back into her seat, arms crossing.] Oh, come the fuck on, it wasn't always bad between us. I mean, it was fun at first, yeah?

[A pointed look.]

Sure, right up until it wasn't, and then you went primadonna and threw that clusterfuck of a pitch at the writers. But yeah, you know, before that it was fucking great.

[Don't mind him, he's just cranky because he WAS really into it before they broke it off.]

[She unintentionally averts her gaze and makes a point not to wince. Looking at him again dead on, Kairi asks:] What makes you think that was my idea?

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