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Actor Meme!

It's Transmigration 9 Studios. No, the name doesn't make any sense, except that the owner, Stacy, has owned eight studios before this and they've all crashed and burned. Which feels so great for the actors and their sense of job security, let me tell you.

As soon as they're done with their scenes, the characters stop playing their roles and make it real. The scripts are tossed aside, and they can relax now that the cameras are off of them.

What does this mean? Well, perhaps Billy is an actual college graduate, who is disgusted with the scientific inaccuracies and techspeak mumbo-jumbo of his character. Perhaps Kang is a fit Japanese man in a rubber dragon suit. Maybe Renne is a former theater actor that speaks with a posh English accent? Who knows, perhaps Nehaa is a conservative Catholic who finds her role as a stripperiffic space goat horrifying! And it might an ongoing joke off-screen that Leon can't fight for shit, Steve's actor stands in for him during action scenes.

Just roll with it, guys, it's better than my first idea of the night.

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As for Billy's actor? The moment the camera shut off he ditched the glasses, retreated from the set, and picked up the next script.

"What on earth? Excuse me, director, but I was hoping we could discuss alternate character development. I feel that I'm being pigen-holed into a perpetual victim role, never allowing Billy to grow beyond his insecurities. Isn't that unfair?"

No, the director proceeded to argue, it was certainly not unfair.

"Right. My character will be repodded and I will be sent to a 'peace conference' if I would rather reject my employment for the sake of dignity. Understood, sir."

And Billy is just going to withdraw, miserably passing out drinks to the other actors as 'punishment'. At least it's not legal to dissect and reassemble him...he thinks. How had that been cleared for screen, anyway?

"You ok?" he'd ask to the actors he'd come across, as he always did.

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"I'm all right," Miku's actress assured Billy. "Did you get the new script? They want me to run even slower." She sighed, "My personal trainer is going to have my ass in a sling if I keep slowing down."

She fluffed her hair. "What about you? What got you stuck on server duty?"

"That's been a problem already, right?" 'Billy' shook his head. "Are they being hard on Steve too?"

He flashed her a weary smile. "I argued with the producers over Billy's role. They assured me in excruciating detail that I am easily replaceable. I'll just have to stick it out for another while longer."

Life didn't pay for itself, and this wasn't too bad, he supposed.

"Not so much, our story arc for the season is just about over. I just... couldn't run slow enough. I thought I did pretty well, though, pretending that PVC gun was as heavy as it was supposed to be." Miku grinned. "Anyway, don't beat yourself up over it too much. We're here to do something fun, aren't we? Producers are here to make money, so of course they're going to be grumpy."

'Miku' nibbled her lip for a moment, "Just roll with the punches for a little longer, it'll all work out." Which, incidentally had landed her the role in the first place. The other girls who had been cast had just fallen flat, or landed in trouble. It was easy to shoe herself in after that, wasn't it.

Miku was far more optimistic than he, Billy had to credit her with that much. He set a hand on her shoulder, nodding gratefully.

"It could always be worse, I suppose. We could be in our characters' shoes," he realized, pushing his hair back. "Thanks. Sometimes it's easy to lose perspective."

"Right? I can't imagine being unable to touch someone's pencil and hoping they didn't like, do something terrible with it." Miku shuddered and laughed a bit. "You're welcome. We're in this boat together, aren't we?"

Mei-Xing grins and slings an arm around each of their necks, beaming alternately from Miku to Billy. "That's what I like to hear. C'mon, the roles will improve with time." She knuckles Billy's chin.

The woman had been an actor for years, moving from a gritty, cyberpunk setting to this studio. She started off as a bit part on that show, then became an award-winning actor there before a series of bad storylines ended up in the show getting cancelled. So she came here, and brought a surprisingly cheerful and friendly feel to the back stage. "Remember, just keep at it, put your all into it, and the fans will notice. They're the people that really matter, right?"

"That's why your character is the object of so much fannish devotion?"

It's really a startling contrast between Mei Xing the person and the character. She's indeed very good at her craft, he thinks.

"I'll sell my next injury with unprecedented passion," he deadpanned.

"Huh? Yeah. I'm cool. I mean, the show's not exactly what I'd thought it'd be when I signed on, but I still get to play Spider-Man of all people. He's kinda my dream role, y'know?"

That prompted a small smile. "It's an honor, and definitely one worthy of respect---but I'm not sure I would welcome the scrutiny of such a famous role. I'm just the nerd, and I'm satisfied with that."

Not entirely satisfied, but he had to toe the line very carefully right about now.

"Eh, I'm just having fun with it while it lasts. Like getting to insult jerkass over there," he nodded in the actor that played Hiccup's direction, "without him being able to get back at me for it. All part of the role."

"If it stops working out, well, Spidey's fast-talk has probably done wonders for my voice-acting ability."

Billy glanced over---ah, that person. It was a miracle that any scenes had been completed, and he was grateful that they didn't have to interact much. If he just kept to himself, it would be fine.

"That's the healthiest attitude I've seen yet. Hang onto that, but be careful---expressing yourself isn't always worth the consequences." He pointed to the many drinks he had yet to serve.

::He'll be getting out of this costume soon. Really, he will, but honestly, given that it takes several hours to put on, it takes near as long to take it off. That's really the only annoying part of wearing this thing. Already he's found his cane and he's wandering toward the ill-fated 'drink table'::

"Here," comes the voice, pressing the glass into the unoccupied hand. "Can you drink like that?"

Billy sounds worried. He knew it was probably frustrating for the kid to have to spend so much time with him on-set, so he'd quickly keep his distance if deemed necessary.

::That just earns a chuckle and a shake of his head. The chuckle is something rather pleasing out of him, as if the mere sound of that voice is enough to bring a smile::

Ah, dinna' worry, eh? I c'n near live in this 'ing 'f I wan'ed. How....Wait. What'che doin' stuck 'ere?

::One of the animatronic ears gives a twitch. Since his face can't really be seen, he'd grown very appreciative of the robotics and animatronics departments!::

That voice was pleasant to listen to. He was sure the kid appreciated being able to speak normally for a little while.

"That's dedication," Billy complimented. "Don't you worry about me. I just made the error of attempting to discuss my role to the producers. I'm being publicly put in my place."

Five hours in th' chair, I live in th' bloody chair.

::And then the costumed kid outright glares. Animatronic ears flatten back. The cloth around the glass/fiber optic eyes closes a little.::

"Place" my arse. What've they go' with ye, huh?

That expression is so realistic and so terrifying. IF it was directed at him, he'd be cowering.

"I wanted Billy to get better at fighting. He's been working at it slowly, but he rarely gets chances to prove himself. Apparently the fans want a somewhat vulnerable character to laugh at or cheer for, depending on their preferences, and if I don't like it I can go to a peace conference.

It's all whispered, of course, for fear of being overheard.

::That gets an eyeroll. Not directed at him, but at the whole concept of what he'd just heard.::

Y'know...I could see th' slow developmen' but too slow, an' there's no' movement, y'ken? Vulnerability.. They got ye in tha' mindset on-set? No chance?

::Were it not for the fact that it's the ears moving, one might fancy the faint whirring sound being little gears in his brain::

"If there is a chance, it's not coming from my own will. If the fans demand it, maybe, but...I'll have to get their attention."

Billy is determined to do this by acting his part well.

Then tha's what we do, aye? 'Sides, ain' no one said 'nother actor canna' be a fan.

::Grin. Don't mind him and his curiosity. Time in the makeup chair can take out a bit of rehearsing chance::

So how'd ye think y'did this take? Wha'd they make y'do?

"Autographs are free!" Of course, and he laugh a little. It's just a joke.

Billy settles down beside him, thinking that take over. "I had Billy awkwardly stumble over another interaction with a girl, and that didn't require much stretching outside my realm of experience. Sadly, he still has a better chance of getting lucky than I do---but you don't need to hear about that."

Ah, fash, ye underestimate y'self too much. Lissen, what says y'tae an early lunch, hm? On me. Though, eh....y'dinnae wan' me drivin'.

::Underneath the mask and prosthetics, there's a smile on his face::

"I'll drive, don't worry about it. I can bring something back for when you're free of your little blue prison."

Billy would take a much shorter time to get ready to leave, and he could do things with that time.

'Ey nou! Watch it er I'll 'ave Props do one up fer ye!

::He might or miight not be joking but his laughter suggests that he is and if he isn't? It'd be one hell of a prank!::

Back in a...er....bit.

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