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Sep. 3rd, 2013 04:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_death_cardWho: Daniel and Jack
What: Planning for the show, Power Rangers references, and Team Feels.
the_lovers: *he's just going to be over here. arranging matches, Sebastian shuffling cards and looking a hundred miles away if anyone needs him*
the_death_card: *doesn't, particularly, but was coming down to get the book he left on the coffee table earlier, so...*
the_lovers: *doesn't actually notice him at first, too engrossed in whatever he's thinking about and keeping the cards going, keeping them changing, all Aces to all Kings to all Queens and so on, repeating over and over. when he does, though, he looks a little startled* That never gets any less creepy.
the_death_card: *stops, blinking at him* What doesn't?
the_lovers: *stops thumbing through the cards abruptly. he's lost the focus to keep practicing for the time being, anyway* The whole ... Green Power Ranger act. *just showing up out of no where*
the_death_card: *pauses a moment to put that together, and then....* We don't have enough people for us to be Power Rangers. *priorities, Wilder*
the_lovers: *he makes a small, genuinely amused noise* We're, what, one short?
the_death_card: If I'm the Green Ranger. Though I guess I'd be the White Ranger at this point, since I already did the whole "die and come back" thing.
the_lovers: Not yet. You're not officially back yet. *a beat and he sits up a little* Which, speaking of, question.
the_death_card: Close enough. *a beat of his own, and* Yeah?
the_lovers: I figure you're getting a lot of air time with the whole ... *he flicks his fingers, indicating the flash paper trick* ... what with being dead and all. *and considering the fact that he and Henley, at least, have been out taking care of things the last few days. but at any rate* How good have you gotten with it? Can you do it on command every time?
the_death_card: *moves to take a chair, since this is apparently gonna take a bit* Uh... yeah. The fire's still easier, but I've got it and the electricity down.
the_lovers: The electricity, too, huh? Okay, that's, well ... *he pops his eyebrows in a shrug, filling space, intentionally drawing this out. a moment of pause follows, as he reaches up to rub at his mouth, trying to hide or fight a vaguely vicious grin, and then* ... how would you feel about getting to play a little on stage? Nothing big, but ... *well, Jack's seen the show concept*
the_death_card: *nods, watching him, trying to figure out where this is going - as Daniel likely wants him to do - and then blinks at him. that's clearly not where he was expecting that to go* Are you serious?
the_lovers: *rolls his eyes* No, I thought it would be funny to get your hopes up and then crush you viciously. Well done. I'm laughing on the inside *a beat* Yeah, I'm serious. I figured one of us should get to have a little fun. Beyond, you know, the obvious.
the_death_card: *rolls his eyes, too, and then...* Hell yes. Definitely.
the_lovers: *he hesitates, catching Jack's eyes briefly. he's going to ... give up a little bit of control and trust his judgement how he wants to apply this, not to go overboard and not to screw it up when it's game time. a vague gesture follows and then he looks away, his attentions returning to the cards as he starts thumbing through them again* All yours, then.
the_death_card: *and that has him blinking at him again, though he doesn't actually say the "seriously?" this time. still, there's a long pause before....* Thanks.
the_lovers: You're welcome. *he pauses, too, and for some time, and then* Which, by the way, assuming this last batch of interviewees aren't complete morons -- *like today's bunch was* -- we're starting rehearsals Friday morning.
the_death_card: *grins* Awesome. *and the grin fades a little* Though... *a beat, and more seriously, still* How under wraps is the finale?
the_lovers: For now? Still pretty under wraps. *the build team probably knows what they're doing, just because they had to put together the rig, but they're all Eye people, so he figures they can trust them to keep their mouths shut* That's going to change, though, obviously, if only slightly. *and by way of explanation* We're running with a barebones crew. *the less people on the crew, the less people he has to worry about running their mouths* And they're not in until we start doing sound and light checks a couple of days before we run the show. *the other part of the reason why he's had to decline so many people is because he's been being very demanding about who he hires. Dylan might be helping him out a little there. the joys of having an FBI guy and his ability to run background checks quietly on payroll. though ... * But you don't specifically need to be there for that part, anyway.
the_lovers: *another pause* You're on your own, getting to the theatre every day on time, but I figure you can manage.
the_death_card: *nods. that's what he figured, more or less. and...* Yeah, no, I'll be fine.
the_lovers: Okay, good. *a beat* Like I said, Friday morning. *and another* We're looking to start around nine, so ... you need to be there before then. And after that ... *he shrugs* ... I'll get you a copy of the schedule.
the_death_card: It's not like we're not all in the same place at the end of the day anyway. But I'll be there.
the_lovers: *nods once, approving* Good.
the_death_card: *going for reassuring* I know theatre superstitions and all that, but it's gonna be great.
the_lovers: After that, if the roof doesn't come down on top of us, I'm pretty sure I'll count it as a success. *a beat and then more seriously* I don't doubt it, though.
the_lovers: *they're ... a good team. a great team. and for more than just ... how they literally work together*
the_death_card: *rolls his eyes at him again for that first part, and then smiles* Good. *and... even if he didn't get that, since he's not Dylan or Merritt, they really, really are*
the_lovers: *yeah, he wasn't meant to get that. nor is he supposed to pay much attention to the fact that he can't quite look at him. my, these cards are fascinating* ... well. That's all I've got. You can go back to sneaking around or whatever it is you do around here.
the_death_card: *immediately and without a trace of humor* Go through your guys's stuff, mostly.
the_lovers: *looks up sharply* You realize that if you're serious, I'll ... I don't know. Something.
the_death_card: *laughs a little* Chill, I'm joking.
the_lovers: *well. thanks for ruining his moment* You realize I'm going to check, right?
the_death_card: *sorry* If I had gone through your stuff, you'd never know. But I promise I didn't. I think the only reason I've ever gone in the other bedrooms was because I got really bored and washed dishes. *and he stuck his head in the other rooms to look for dirty ones*
the_death_card: *here, he'll fix it* I respect you guys too much to screw with your stuff. *see also: the reason Merritt doesn't screw with them*
the_lovers: That's reassuring. *he pauses, then stops entirely, and breathes out a sigh. okay, he's letting it go. this is him letting it go. it helps that Jack continues, but ... still. someone be proud of him* Okay.
the_death_card: *watches him for a moment - he's not Dylan or Merritt, but again, he can do some with body language. and, finally...* Okay.
the_lovers: *reaches up to run a hand through his hair* Okay. *they're going to be sitting here for the rest of the night going "okay" at each other, if Jack doesn't stop him. seriously*
the_death_card: *pauses a moment after that one, before...* I know you've got it under control, but is there anything else you need from me before Friday?
the_lovers: *he lets out another sigh and takes a moment to think about that, then shakes his head, albeit perhaps a touch tenatively* Not that I can think of. If I change my mind, though, I'll let you know.
the_death_card: *nods* Not like I'm going anywhere. *and he means that both in the "yep, stuck here" sense and the "go team" sense*
the_lovers: Good to know. *it's kind of impossible to tell which of those he chose to interpret that as or is responding to*
the_death_card: *yeah, he definitely can't tell. and after a moment in which he can't think of anything else to say, starts to push himself up* Well, um... I'll leave you to that unless you need me for anything else. *not that he really has anywhere else to be, but he doesn't want to distract Daniel, either*
What: Planning for the show, Power Rangers references, and Team Feels.
the_lovers: *he's just going to be over here. the_death_card: *doesn't, particularly, but was coming down to get the book he left on the coffee table earlier, so...* the_lovers: *doesn't actually notice him at first, too engrossed in whatever he's thinking about and keeping the cards going, keeping them changing, all Aces to all Kings to all Queens and so on, repeating over and over. when he does, though, he looks a little startled* That never gets any less creepy.the_death_card: *stops, blinking at him* What doesn't? the_lovers: *stops thumbing through the cards abruptly. he's lost the focus to keep practicing for the time being, anyway* The whole ... Green Power Ranger act. *just showing up out of no where*the_death_card: *pauses a moment to put that together, and then....* We don't have enough people for us to be Power Rangers. *priorities, Wilder* the_lovers: *he makes a small, genuinely amused noise* We're, what, one short? the_death_card: If I'm the Green Ranger. Though I guess I'd be the White Ranger at this point, since I already did the whole "die and come back" thing. the_lovers: Not yet. You're not officially back yet. *a beat and he sits up a little* Which, speaking of, question.the_death_card: Close enough. *a beat of his own, and* Yeah? the_lovers: I figure you're getting a lot of air time with the whole ... *he flicks his fingers, indicating the flash paper trick* ... what with being dead and all. *and considering the fact that he and Henley, at least, have been out taking care of things the last few days. but at any rate* How good have you gotten with it? Can you do it on command every time?the_death_card: *moves to take a chair, since this is apparently gonna take a bit* Uh... yeah. The fire's still easier, but I've got it and the electricity down. the_lovers: The electricity, too, huh? Okay, that's, well ... *he pops his eyebrows in a shrug, filling space, intentionally drawing this out. a moment of pause follows, as he reaches up to rub at his mouth, trying to hide or fight a vaguely vicious grin, and then* ... how would you feel about getting to play a little on stage? Nothing big, but ... *well, Jack's seen the show concept*the_death_card: *nods, watching him, trying to figure out where this is going - as Daniel likely wants him to do - and then blinks at him. that's clearly not where he was expecting that to go* Are you serious? the_lovers: *rolls his eyes* No, I thought it would be funny to get your hopes up and then crush you viciously. Well done. I'm laughing on the inside *a beat* Yeah, I'm serious. I figured one of us should get to have a little fun. Beyond, you know, the obvious.the_death_card: *rolls his eyes, too, and then...* Hell yes. Definitely. the_lovers: *he hesitates, catching Jack's eyes briefly. he's going to ... give up a little bit of control and trust his judgement how he wants to apply this, not to go overboard and not to screw it up when it's game time. a vague gesture follows and then he looks away, his attentions returning to the cards as he starts thumbing through them again* All yours, then.the_death_card: *and that has him blinking at him again, though he doesn't actually say the "seriously?" this time. still, there's a long pause before....* Thanks. the_lovers: You're welcome. *he pauses, too, and for some time, and then* Which, by the way, assuming this last batch of interviewees aren't complete morons -- *like today's bunch was* -- we're starting rehearsals Friday morning.the_death_card: *grins* Awesome. *and the grin fades a little* Though... *a beat, and more seriously, still* How under wraps is the finale? the_lovers: For now? Still pretty under wraps. *the build team probably knows what they're doing, just because they had to put together the rig, but they're all Eye people, so he figures they can trust them to keep their mouths shut* That's going to change, though, obviously, if only slightly. *and by way of explanation* We're running with a barebones crew. *the less people on the crew, the less people he has to worry about running their mouths* And they're not in until we start doing sound and light checks a couple of days before we run the show. *the other part of the reason why he's had to decline so many people is because he's been being very demanding about who he hires. Dylan might be helping him out a little there. the joys of having an FBI guy and his ability to run background checks quietly on payroll. though ... * But you don't specifically need to be there for that part, anyway. the_lovers: *another pause* You're on your own, getting to the theatre every day on time, but I figure you can manage.the_death_card: *nods. that's what he figured, more or less. and...* Yeah, no, I'll be fine. the_lovers: Okay, good. *a beat* Like I said, Friday morning. *and another* We're looking to start around nine, so ... you need to be there before then. And after that ... *he shrugs* ... I'll get you a copy of the schedule.the_death_card: It's not like we're not all in the same place at the end of the day anyway. But I'll be there. the_lovers: *nods once, approving* Good.the_death_card: *going for reassuring* I know theatre superstitions and all that, but it's gonna be great. the_lovers: After that, if the roof doesn't come down on top of us, I'm pretty sure I'll count it as a success. *a beat and then more seriously* I don't doubt it, though.the_lovers: *they're ... a good team. a great team. and for more than just ... how they literally work together*the_death_card: *rolls his eyes at him again for that first part, and then smiles* Good. *and... even if he didn't get that, since he's not Dylan or Merritt, they really, really are* the_lovers: *yeah, he wasn't meant to get that. nor is he supposed to pay much attention to the fact that he can't quite look at him. my, these cards are fascinating* ... well. That's all I've got. You can go back to sneaking around or whatever it is you do around here.the_death_card: *immediately and without a trace of humor* Go through your guys's stuff, mostly. the_lovers: *looks up sharply* You realize that if you're serious, I'll ... I don't know. Something.the_death_card: *laughs a little* Chill, I'm joking.the_lovers: *well. thanks for ruining his moment* You realize I'm going to check, right?the_death_card: *sorry* If I had gone through your stuff, you'd never know. But I promise I didn't. I think the only reason I've ever gone in the other bedrooms was because I got really bored and washed dishes. *and he stuck his head in the other rooms to look for dirty ones* the_death_card: *here, he'll fix it* I respect you guys too much to screw with your stuff. *see also: the reason Merritt doesn't screw with them* the_lovers: That's reassuring. *he pauses, then stops entirely, and breathes out a sigh. okay, he's letting it go. this is him letting it go. it helps that Jack continues, but ... still. someone be proud of him* Okay.the_death_card: *watches him for a moment - he's not Dylan or Merritt, but again, he can do some with body language. and, finally...* Okay. the_lovers: *reaches up to run a hand through his hair* Okay. *they're going to be sitting here for the rest of the night going "okay" at each other, if Jack doesn't stop him. seriously*the_death_card: *pauses a moment after that one, before...* I know you've got it under control, but is there anything else you need from me before Friday? the_lovers: *he lets out another sigh and takes a moment to think about that, then shakes his head, albeit perhaps a touch tenatively* Not that I can think of. If I change my mind, though, I'll let you know.the_death_card: *nods* Not like I'm going anywhere. *and he means that both in the "yep, stuck here" sense and the "go team" sense* the_lovers: Good to know. *it's kind of impossible to tell which of those he chose to interpret that as or is responding to*the_death_card: *yeah, he definitely can't tell. and after a moment in which he can't think of anything else to say, starts to push himself up* Well, um... I'll leave you to that unless you need me for anything else. *not that he really has anywhere else to be, but he doesn't want to distract Daniel, either* 
