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ourearth) wrote in saveourearth2018-10-21 10:56 am
Let's make a film or sue Royal Mail, it's almost the same... [Mingle]
Date: 21st-28th of October
Characters: Open!
Note: Like all welcome mingles, this is a SoL free-for-all mingle meant to get new characters involved by centering around something relevant to them. Without further ado, please welcome Nel, Mary Ann and Feste!
I.
Pinewood Studios is looking for extras for some seafront scenes of a 19th century drama they're going to film in front of the white cliffs. The drama's working title is "The Major from India" and they've expressly put out a casting call for people of all ages and all ethnicities.
A few students from the local uni get to participate behind the scenes this time. Three lucky film students have scored internships that will let them experience the proccess of film making under the aspect of how to deal with extras, from casting to employing and placing them in the film (how do I make an extra NOT look at the camera or main character all the time?) to cutting to everything else. They will, of course, also have the opportunity to look into other areas of the making of this film, but the work with the extras is what they're supposed to focus on.
The casting takes place in the Mossgate outpost of Pinewood Studios.
II.
In Moss Manor (the village), the rumour mill is going wild. News have made it to the village that the local post office is going to be shut down, and the villagers won't have it. It's not like it is a big one! Two employees, neither of whom works full hours, and it's located in the village store so it doesn't even need its own house! Surely there is no economic sense in shutting it down!
And most certainly it's just unfair, targeting the villages despite all that talk to strengthen them - nobody is talking about Tarwich or Mossgate losing their post office!
In short, Moss Manor is in an uproar, and quick action is taken. Residents go from door to door with a petition to not shut down the post office, asking for people to sign. Posters are made and hung outside the church, in the pub, at the railway station, at the entrances of the village, and in the village store. And on the 27th, a very well attended protest is being organised outside the village shop, which just so happens to block the main road, causing diversions. And thus the protest affects quite a lot of non-Moss-Manor-residents, as that is the main road leading away from the coast into Kent and London. A few people have made protest signs, the pub has put up a little food stand outside its door selling hot dogs, burgers and drinks, and various speeches are given. First comes local MP Mary Saunders, talking about how unjust the treatment of villages by large national organisations is, then Reverend Pat Marsh who in essence asks people to remain calm and write angry letters instead of doing anything more drastic, then the captain of the local adult men's football team, who accuses the post of trying to kill small villages, and then the microphone can be taken up by anyone who feels like they have anything of substance to add to the things that have already been said.
But theangry valiant people of Moss Manor don't just speak up in their own village. With mayor Gary Russell's support, little info stands pop up on the Mossgate High Street and the Tarwich Community Centre. The aim is to inform everyone of the unfair closure plans, gather more signatures for the petitions, and try to get people from Mossgate and Tarwich to come to the protest on Saturday. Nobody does anything in Folkton. For one, the Moss Manor residents doubt that help will come that way; for two, the rumour mill will be faster in spreading the news around Folkton than any poster or stand ever could be.
Characters: Open!
Note: Like all welcome mingles, this is a SoL free-for-all mingle meant to get new characters involved by centering around something relevant to them. Without further ado, please welcome Nel, Mary Ann and Feste!
I.
Pinewood Studios is looking for extras for some seafront scenes of a 19th century drama they're going to film in front of the white cliffs. The drama's working title is "The Major from India" and they've expressly put out a casting call for people of all ages and all ethnicities.
A few students from the local uni get to participate behind the scenes this time. Three lucky film students have scored internships that will let them experience the proccess of film making under the aspect of how to deal with extras, from casting to employing and placing them in the film (how do I make an extra NOT look at the camera or main character all the time?) to cutting to everything else. They will, of course, also have the opportunity to look into other areas of the making of this film, but the work with the extras is what they're supposed to focus on.
The casting takes place in the Mossgate outpost of Pinewood Studios.
II.
In Moss Manor (the village), the rumour mill is going wild. News have made it to the village that the local post office is going to be shut down, and the villagers won't have it. It's not like it is a big one! Two employees, neither of whom works full hours, and it's located in the village store so it doesn't even need its own house! Surely there is no economic sense in shutting it down!
And most certainly it's just unfair, targeting the villages despite all that talk to strengthen them - nobody is talking about Tarwich or Mossgate losing their post office!
In short, Moss Manor is in an uproar, and quick action is taken. Residents go from door to door with a petition to not shut down the post office, asking for people to sign. Posters are made and hung outside the church, in the pub, at the railway station, at the entrances of the village, and in the village store. And on the 27th, a very well attended protest is being organised outside the village shop, which just so happens to block the main road, causing diversions. And thus the protest affects quite a lot of non-Moss-Manor-residents, as that is the main road leading away from the coast into Kent and London. A few people have made protest signs, the pub has put up a little food stand outside its door selling hot dogs, burgers and drinks, and various speeches are given. First comes local MP Mary Saunders, talking about how unjust the treatment of villages by large national organisations is, then Reverend Pat Marsh who in essence asks people to remain calm and write angry letters instead of doing anything more drastic, then the captain of the local adult men's football team, who accuses the post of trying to kill small villages, and then the microphone can be taken up by anyone who feels like they have anything of substance to add to the things that have already been said.
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"They mentioned something about callbacks? Though," he adds, "I think they were just messing with me; I'm not sure they do that for extras..."
He shakes his head. "What about you? Are you here for casting, or just to help out?"
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They're temporarily distracted, but perk up once the man asks them a question. "I'm an intern! Pretty much just started, so still learning the ropes."
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"Are they treating you fairly, I hope?" was the follow-up question.
This person looked nice enough, after all.
"Certainly there's enough going on here to keep anyone busy..."
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NAME EXCHANGE TIME, OH BOY.
There's some shuffling about, and Walter extends a hand.
"I shouldn't keep you, but my name's Walter. Do you come out here often, outside of working here of course?"
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"Yeah, I go the university here as well. Live up in Moss Manor, though." It's not too awful a commute, luckily.
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"Pleasure to meet you, Feste. Might've crossed paths once or twice before, then."
"What subject are you in, or," he adds, nodding at the door people are still rushing in and out of, "is this to help you decide?"
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They reach up, messing with their hair. "I'm in film. Haven't really decided which bit to focus on, though, so yeah that is part of why I'm here. It's just good experience in general, too."
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"It's kind of what makes us... us," he says, and snorts at his own sappiness.
"Anything else on your plate? Hobbies and the like? I mean, I'm in tech, but it's not all of my life."
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"Yeah, I'm in the steel drum band and school, and I try to do other music stuff when I can, and draw... right now though with this and school I've mostly just been able to try and keep up at home." Having four little siblings will make that difficult.
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It's not the only thing Feste mentioned that struck up his interest, though.
"What sort of drawings? I've been practicing more lately, myself."
Mostly to tackle that learning curve; even if they're good stick-figures, he feels the need to get out of that stage as soon as possible.
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Feste grins. "Depends! I've been trying to get better at sketching scenes, but a lot of times I just wind up doodling comics or something like that."
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"Makes me glad I only have the one... though she doesn't live in Mossgate, either."
Well, right now anyway.
Walter makes a bemused expression.
"That's probably where I'm heading. Lines are fine, but expressions... I still think I'm doing something wrong with perspective."
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Though it'd also mean being careful about not getting carried away with his speed!
"Why only a little while, though? Did you just stop needing to go?"
Walter hopes that's the reason.
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How much is 'a lot', here?
Walter genuinely looks interested, not dismissive or anything.
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They can keep going.
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"Now that's being a jack-of-all-trades!"
And then someone across the room actually whistles, independently of what Walter said. Hopefully.
"Uh, was that for you?"
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And then they rush off. Bye, Walter.
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"Same to you!" he calls, though he's well aware that might come a bit late.
Back to waiting he'll go, then...