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insertmeathere2011-07-26 10:14 pm
The Return of the Actor Meme!
Reviving a meme for great justice! Quoted from the original post:
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. MaybeRenne 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.
So, what are you waiting for? Let's have some fun!
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
So, what are you waiting for? Let's have some fun!

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"Four months," she grumbled to herself, heading for the craft services area to grab a snack. "Four months and you'll be out of here, no problem, says my agent. You're playing a female OC with a silly name and no magic powers who doesn't put out – of COURSE the director will off you as soon as she can!"
She grabbed an (unbuttered) English muffin and a cup of coffee, and slipped out through the side door to sit on a discarded chair and watch the sun set over the lot. Her plastic plantsuit was pinching, as always, and she yanked the Velcro loose under both arms to let in some airflow.
"But no," she continued, grumbling to nothing. "Now the filming's been extended – two years! Maybe more! And the script doctor keeps throwing me at people at random, but it never sticks..."
A bright-eyed sparrow came chirping to her foot; she smiled and dropped a scrap of muffin, and watched as the bird snatched it up eagerly and went flying away.
"Well, it's a living."
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"Weird."
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She looked up at him wryly. "So if this doesn't work out, I go back to writing. Until then, I just do the best that the script lets me."
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The muffin was almost gone; she dropped the last, and let the sparrows have their way with it. "It hasn't been too difficult so far. You and Howard had the harder part, running around that sandy soundstage with the animatronic dinosaurs. I get to be the clothes horse."
She rolled her eyes. "At least they don't have me whining for my AI quite so much. Let's hope they never cast him."
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She shrugged again. "I'm just here for an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. And to have a little fun along the way. No point in working a job you don't enjoy."