insertmeathere | 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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::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.

"No, anything but that! I'll be good, I promise!"

Billy waves him off to get re-situated, then begins the wait. There's a lot of thinking to do in the meantime.

::There's a fading echo of mock-evil laughter from a dressing room. Yeah, it takes him a bit but having done this so many times already, he's out in...well okay, it takes only three hours instead of the predicted five::

Ow, bloody thing. Mathair of all back-crackin's!

"Do you need help with that?"

Billy slips behind his co-star, hands held out to offer his back some relief.

Wouldna' mind?

::Oh, he'd be eternally grateful::

"Here."

He sits behind, beginning with simply resting his hands on the boy's shoulders. Once they're warmed up, he starts with the careful strokes and muscle-lifting, digging in as firmly as he dares.

It takes about eight minutes of work, but Billy thinks he's done fairly well for a non-professional. "Any better?"

::There's a sigh of relief at the loosening of some shoulder muscle up there. When his hands move down to the back, there's a bit of an arch. Then a very audible *cracklepop* followed by a sigh of pure relief::

Oooh, sweet Mabon, I needed tha'!

"Glad it helped," Billy answered, stretching his own muscles. "So...lunch?"

Aye, lunch. An' if ye want, a reciprocatin'?

::Who knows how tense his costar gets, so the offer comes out naturally::

I wouldn't mind that," comes the answer easily. "Ready?"

He'll let the other take the lead.

Heh, wha' goes aroun', comes aroun'.

::He's small but there's a reason he has strong hands. Thus, from the top, our little midget begins and slowly works his way down::

"...not always a bad thing," Billy mumbles, relaxing into the massage. His sore spots are found and worked at quickly, flares of pain fading into warmth.

The sighs of relief should be approval enough. Then they'll be relaxed enough to head out.

Aye, true. There. Nou, don' go an' break nothin'. Rrrenne wan's 'is "Bee".

::Gentle massage comes with a light teaisng, of course. When he's ready, small!actor follows close beside::

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