Insight's "The Silent Partner" IC

EDIT: Sanity Check
Jack tries to get up, but his head still was swimming. He could hardly believe what he saw, and yet it felt so...real? Whats going on here?

Jack takes one last look at the playbills before turning to Chuck and saying "Get a broom from the janitor's will ya? There are alot of these things to pick up. I dont feel like picking them up single handed again"

Upon seeing everyone's concerned faces he says "Oy! You got better places to be than looking on as gawkers! Unless if that producer is here to hire you for a job now, you should get!"

Looking over to the assistant producer he asks "That list there, is that who is going to be here tomorrow?"

While waiting for the answer, Jack pulls out his cigarettes and lights one up. He looks down at half-empty pack. Feel like I should smoke the whole thing now...
 
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jackslate45 said:
EDIT: Sanity Check
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OOC: Jack loses 4 off his Current Sanity.


Upon seeing everyone's concerned faces he says "Oy! You got better places to be than looking on as gawkers! Unless if that producer is here to hire you for a job now, you should get!"

Looking over to the assistant producer he asks "That list there, is that who is going to be here tomorrow?"

While waiting for the answer, Jack pulls out his cigarettes and lights one up. He looks down at half-empty pack. Feel like I should smoke the whole thing now...
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George Martin laughs. "I know something about late nights, bud. Take it easy." He turns to Renna. "Yeah, I'll be here tomorrow. Not like I got much else to do. Any acting job, even one as screwy as this, is better than no job."

Martin turns to the men in the assembled group. "Say, I'll be at the Wilshire Club tonight," George says. "First round of, um, water... is on me!" He looks at Renna. "Sorry, sweet cheeks. I don't think they'll let you in. Only girls I've seen there are the working variety, if you know what I mean."

George sees the bus coming. "Gotta run!"

With that, George Martin leaves the lot, running for a bus that it looks like he just missed.
 
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Allan COleman

Weird...
Allan says to himself
probably a prank of a local conjurer.
He turns his head with a smile to the woman that just called his name
Oh.. thank you miss, thank you very much. I will come tomorrow, I'll be the first to be here you can bet on it.

He is most delighted. Such a delight will not buy him a can of beer but a piece of cake or some honey rolls in the bakery shop not far from the little place he lives in.
"Sorry, I do not drink and bars are not for me."
With that, Allan leaves.
 

Renna looks at Jack and nods.

"Yes...if anyone shows up who isn't one of these..." she gives him the list. "They should be escorted away. Wait, let me..."

She fumbles the pencil out from its hiding place under the clamp on her clipboard and draws lines through the names on the sheet of paper there. Everyone but the names on the list are lined out.

Satisfied, Renna tucks the pencil back away and nods.

"Thank you everyone for coming," she calls belatedly after the retreating actors. "Even if you weren't selected we still appreciate..." No one seemed to notice, so she let the encouraging words trail off.

Not sure what to do next, she gave Jack a nod and turned to go back to the studio room where Mr Neal and Murnau were conferring to see if they had anything else for her to do before going home.
 

Stamping out his first cigarette, Jack accepts the list. He pulls out his own record book, and copies the names down and dates it for tomorrow.

"Chuck, Bill. Once we get those playbills picked up, can you two patrol the area one last time?"
 

jackslate45 said:
Stamping out his first cigarette, Jack accepts the list. He pulls out his own record book, and copies the names down and dates it for tomorrow.

"Chuck, Bill. Once we get those playbills picked up, can you two patrol the area one last time?"
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"Sure thing, boss," Chuck replies. He gets a broom to sweep up the playbills.

Bill looks down at the pile at the entrance to the guard shack. He has a wistful look on his face, almost as if momentarily entranced. "The lake..."

Then, he snaps out of it and looks sheepishly at Jack. "Sorry," he says. He bends down with a dustpan, waiting for Chuck to return with the broom.
 

Shayuri said:
Not sure what to do next, she gave Jack a nod and turned to go back to the studio room where Mr Neal and Murnau were conferring to see if they had anything else for her to do before going home.
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Renna returns to Studio 13 to find Murnau already gone. David Neal is putting things in order when Renna enters.

"Ah, Renna. I take it by your return that you have given the actors notice. Good, good."

Mr. Neal finishes untangling power cords for the cameras. "I don't know why Mr. Murnau won't hire a real professional camera operator. This German fellow..." Neal trails off, realizing he's talking to another German. "Terribly sorry about that."

Neal stands up. "Listen, Mr. Murnau is a little concerned about something. And this is a rather delicate matter that I'm hoping you can help with. This is something he wanted me to handle, but, you see, I have a prior engagement. Anyway, Mr. Murnau thinks that some of our actors could be... how shall we put it... taken to spirits. He wants to ensure that all of our crew and actors and in full control of their faculties during shooting."

Neal takes Renna lightly by the shoulders. "I would like you to find out if any of the actors are regular drinkers and, if so, find out where they are going to get their drink. Look, I don't care if they are social drinkers, but we cannot have anyone overfond of alcohol. Have I made myself clear?"
 

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EXT. WILSHIRE CLUB - NIGHT
Outside a busy nightclub, a STOUT DOORMAN (30s) stands at the large oaken double doors. A line of clubgoers, including "Face" Pierson and Jack Thompson, waits to be let inside.

CORNER
Watching from the corner of the nightclub, within visual distance of the door, is Renna.

DOOR
Pierson and Thompson reach the man at the door.

DOORMAN
Two rules for the Wilshire Club, gentlemen. One, no cops allowed. Two, no pictures. Got it?​

CORNER
Renna watches as Thompson and Pierson nod at the doorman and enter the club.


OOC: Have Renna make a Listen check while she's at the corner watching the door.
 

Trying to be inconspicuous, and succeeding largely because she really is rather mousy and easy not to notice, Renne peers at the two from under the hem of her knit hat and listens closely.
 

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