Actor Meme!

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

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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[morphitudinous]

"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.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::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!

[morphitudinous]

"Do you need help with that?"

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

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Wouldna' mind?

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

[morphitudinous]

"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?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::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'!

[morphitudinous]

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

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

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

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

[morphitudinous]

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

He'll let the other take the lead.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

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::

[morphitudinous]

"...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.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

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::