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[the_death_card]

Who: Daniel and Jack
What: Planning what's next


the_death_card: *you called?*

the_lovers: *he did, actually, yeah. is sitting in the living room, sprawled out in the his seat like it's a throne not an armchair, his sketchbook in his lap. despite the fact that he looks tired, though -- he never did get to sleep, last night -- and despite the fact that he's not working at the moment, he's without his cards. that's a good sign, if only if you're Merritt*

the_death_card: *which he's not, though he does know Daniel and Merritt were up late last night. steps out onto the top of the stairs, looking down at him* What's up?

the_lovers: *he looks up at him* Really? You're really going to try and have a conversation with me from the top of the stairs?

the_death_card: *and he's already moving to jog down the stairs* No. I thought I'd see what you wanted first. *there's conversation around here and there's discussion of what they want from room service. the latter he could've done from the top of the stairs*

the_lovers: *this is actual conversation. he gestures to the chair where Merritt was sitting the night before as he comes down the stairs* Sit down and find out.

the_death_card: *raises an eyebrow at him briefly before he does move to take a seat, sprawling out in it some, a touch of Punk Kid insolence to it. he can't help it, sometimes, especially when Daniel still occasionally makes him feel like he's talking down to him*

the_lovers: *yeah, he gets that a lot in varying degrees. but at any rate, he picks up the notebook and slides it across the coffee table to Jack* How'd you like to come back fromt he dead? *the notebook is full of details on the show and only this one show. one notebook per show, like a football playbook or a master script. it's how he worked the entire year they were together, even if he had no real planning to do there and even if a lot of the stuff ended up being taken out of his book and pinned to the walls in the apartment, much to his frustration*

the_death_card: *and then it's gone, and he sits up again to reach for the notebook* That'd be good.

the_lovers: I thought you might like that. *the contents of the notebook detail everything from set construction and booking to each of their roles in the show and Jack's ressurrection as the final act. it's all fairly complicated -- something that, if it were just the four of them still, would probably take months to put together -- but ... * Dylan or Agent Rhodes or whatever we're actually supposed to call him said he could have the build done in a week, week and a half so we can start rehearsing.

the_death_card: *flips through it as Daniel talks, looking up at him briefly at that, surprise clear on his face, though it's not a bad surprise. he'll actually be glad to get back to work - and that's a lot sooner than he was expecting, considering he was expecting them to have to do all the set-up and everything* Dylan. At least until Merritt and Henley finish the race to finding his real first name. *he's curious, too, but not to the degree those two have been*

the_lovers: I'm betting on Merritt, if only because he told Henley Google was cheating. *from the look on his face, he doesn't much like the idea of putting his money on Merritt. while that's not untrue, however, there's more to his expression than that -- he's uncomfortable calling Dylan Dylan for a reason he can't quite name. but at any rate* So. You in?

the_death_card: Probably. *still not Merritt, still not getting that - not that he's not paying more attention to the notebook than he is Daniel himself at the moment anyway. that's up to him anyway what he calls him. he does look up at him again after a moment, though* You really needed to ask?

the_lovers: *and he's grateful for the fact that Jack doesn't psychoanalyze him every time he looks at him, thanks. he pops one shoulder in a shrug at the question, though* Not really but I figure the formality was a nice touch.

the_death_card: Thanks, then, but yeah, count me in.

the_lovers: *he smiles, the expression both pleased and a little vicious, somehow, all at the same time* Good.

the_death_card: As long as I don't have to actually nearly get blown up. *sort of joking. if there's anything good about Daniel's control issues, it's that he always covers the details, so any proposed effects don't worry Jack*

the_lovers: Yeah, no, I think we'll skip that part. I figured you wouldn't mind.

the_lovers: I wouldn't rule out make up, though.

the_death_card: Yeah, no, I'm good with that. *grins, crookedly*

the_lovers: Good. *a beat* I'll run it by Merritt and Henley the next time I see them.

the_lovers: I doubt they'll have any complaints, either, but ... you know. *formalities and all*

the_death_card: *sets the notebook back on the table* What's after that? Same show different ending? *since they can only really do that once. and he knows Daniel has to have a plan for "after that"*

the_lovers: I can think up a few more good grand finales, yeah.

the_lovers: *he has a couple of ideas for that in the works, but he wants to get Jack back in on things first*

the_death_card: *grins* Cool. *he.... wants to say he wants a bigger part in the show, this time, but he gets what Daniel's doing, that he is working on getting him back into things - and that there'll be a better opportunity for that discussion*

the_lovers: *they can talk about that later. if Jack has something in mind, he'll at least hear him out. he also might tell him his ideas are stupid and come up with something better for him to be doing to fufill his want to be a bigger part of the show, but anyway* Glad we're all on the same page.

the_death_card: You need anything else from me aside from getting me on the same page? *not that he's looking for an excuse to leave - he was just reading in his room before Daniel yelled*

the_lovers: Not that I can think of, no. *if Jack goes back to his room, though, he's definitely going to bed. it's been a long day ... days? whatever*

the_death_card: *someday, they won't take turns not sleeping* Okay. *pushes himself up out of the chair. and, before he heads for the stairs...* You okay? *he might not be Merritt, but he knows when any of them look tired*

the_lovers: *he hesitates for a moment and then offers Jack a thin smile* I've had a rough couple of nights. *it's easier to admit that to Jack than it is to Merritt. probably because Jack's in his age range. also, not a douchebag*

the_death_card: *turns back, at that* You need to talk about it?

the_lovers: Like I told Merritt last night, there's not a whole lot to talk about. *and as much as he talks, he really doesn't do the whole ... group therapy thing too well. which probably explains why, when he's on guard duty for whoever's not sleeping at the time, he just directs them to the coffee pot and sits there. it's what he wants when he has a bad night, so it's what he does for others*

the_death_card: *and just nods. because yeah, he gets that. and he had to offer, because personally, sometimes talking helps and other times, he'd rather not*