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Oct 14, 2019 11:36 PM
a jean and z are destined to fall in love (if z doesn't fall on his head first)
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It's supposed to be a quick costume change. Exit stage right, discard crown in props basket with a flick of the wrist as he goes by, three steps from wing to backstage unbuttoning his shirt, shirt comes off and onto the coatrack while he's unbuttoning his pants with the other hand, kick off shoes, two more steps while removing pants, fling those over his shoulder in the general direction of the rack, take sword from umbrella stand --

-- which is where he gets stuck today, because his sword isn't in the umbrella stand, and this is not going to be such a quick costume change if he can't find his most important prop for the next scene.

It's not in the umbrella stand where it's supposed to be. It's not in the damaged-and-broken bin. It's not by his makeup table with his street clothes and phone and script.

Jean needs to be onstage in ten, and he is very annoyed with whomever has misplaced his sword.

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It probably wasn’t this hapless techie! But the techie is here nonetheless. Here and...very clearly caught by surprise. 

(How does anybody undress that fast?)

“...uh.”

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Jean is entirely oblivious to the plight of the hapless techie.

"Have you," he asks, only a touch irritably, "seen my sword anywhere?"

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Don’t check him out don’t check him out don’t check him out wow this guy works out doesn’t he.

“—Uh, Jamie was in here moving shit around...I don’t know what she does when she’s back here, I can ask...”

He glances around the room in an effort to distract himself.

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"...that was my prop," he says, in the tone of voice of someone who finds this behavior not merely incorrect but actually incomprehensible. "Why would anyone move my prop?"

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Yep, definitely an actor.

“Uh, not sure—”

Oh. He points suddenly at a rack full of costumes, where something shiny is held up awkwardly by the neck of the relevant shirt.

“That it?”

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"--so it is," he says, delighted, and remembers to add "thank you!" once he has the sword in hand and is enshirting rapidly.

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“No problem.”

...he looks him up and down one last time before he grabs the helmet he was looking for and dashes off. Gotta enjoy the good things when they come.

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What a helpful tech. Jean must remember to do something nice for him sometime.

And then he's dressed and heading back on stage and thinking about nothing but acting.

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Within the week, that production is over, and before anyone can catch their breath it’s on to the next one. This director doesn’t waste any time.

He likes this place better than the last one, though. Better equipment, better acting...and there’s just more to do. Never feels like he’s not on the crew for a reason.

It does take a lot of coffee, though. He has ten minutes before he’s back to cleaning up last show’s mess and he’s really appreciating the existence of the little café down the block.

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Jean has been up for, christ, what, forty-eight hours? He was up until four in the morning last night trying to get the timing right on a bit of banter-and-blocking, he knows, and this morning's rehearsal started at six, and he's this close to resorting to napping on the catwalk where the director probably won't find him, they cannot possibly need him onstage for all of rehearsal.

Except of course the director wants him running lines with the female lead all morning, and the damn woman has apparently never waltzed in her life and the director is determined to get half a dozen steps of it out of her before she trips and he catches her, and if this goes on he's going to end up missing a catch sooner or later, and he doesn't even want to think about being responsible for the leading lady spraining something at this point.

...is that coffee he smells. He is in theory a tea-drinker but he would do unspeakable things for a shot of caffeine just now.

......stealing someone's coffee is probably immoral, he reflects, stopping and staring at the techie with the coffee. He's very sleep-deprived but he's still pretty sure he remembers theft being unethical.

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...oh, look. It’s naked sword guy.

(And also their lead actor, but there are some associations you just can’t get rid of.)

He lowers his coffee cup and looks right back at him.

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...ethics.

......coffee.

Ethics, coffee, ethics, coffee, ethics, coffee...

 

...he takes the coffee from the techie's hand. Coffee.

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Uh.

He looks confused and startled but does not actually protest.

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Oh god coffee.

He tilts back his head, drinks for about thirty seconds straight, and hands the empty cup back to the techie before walking away.

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...oh, no.

He watches him walk away, awkwardly holding his empty cup.

If somebody asked him to pick what gave him a massive crush on someone, “they shotgun his entire coffee and then walk away without speaking to him” would not be it.

Time to go climb some shit and not try to pick up the male lead this time.

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He does a lot of running around on catwalks in the next few days.

Today, he’s out on one of the trusses changing out a bulb, ignoring one of the other techies yelling at him. Who really needs a harness anyway?

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The scene being rehearsed below appears to have ground to a screeching halt. The male lead is having some kind of argument with the director.

It involves a lot of gesturing at the hapless techie.

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...huh.

He finishes with the bulb and climbs over to the catwalk so he can get back down on the ground.

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Jean has stalked off stage and is there by the ladder up to the catwalk, leaning against the wall, glowering.

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He hangs off the ladder, rather than actually stepping down off the last rung.

“—hey. Am I in trouble or something?”

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"You? No. The director, however, may be, since as I just informed him I don't work on sets that employ nonunionized labor."

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“—you told him to fire me?”

He fails to see how this is not him in trouble!

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"What, are you attached to the job? I can arrange for you to keep it instead of finding you a new one if you want. Once you're registered as a union member. Why aren't you?"

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“Haven’t worked for union places long enough. Do you know how hard it is to be a permanent worker long enough to apply? And, I mean, I don’t have enough money to get the app in even if I could—I really need this job—”

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He waves a hand dismissively. "I'll take care of it. You weren't wearing a harness, christ, if you're not union there's no way you're getting health benefits, what are you going to do if you fall and break your back?"

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