OOM: I think I should be laughing...
Jun. 26th, 2006 06:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bohemian_markThis just isn't working. The bar seemed to have some strange overhanging gloom to it, people were off saving the world, and, in Mark's opinion, half of Today for You, not necissarily just the female half, was having a really damn bad case of PMS. There comes a time in the lives of filmmakers and men, in Mark's opinion, that something had to be done. And then it hit him. There might be a way to change the mood slightly.
Surrepticiously, he set up his spare camera and tripod in the corner of the room, pointing it toward the sofa, from where strains of Musetta's Waltz were yet again filling the room. He stood back for a moment, just watching the scene. How typical. Smirking, he opened a desk drawer and pulled out two balloons, which gyrated to their own beat, a very different one than played by the hunched figure on the couch. Carefully, he set up a shot, and pitches one of the balloons at Roger.
Blinking for a moment, Roger stared at the pink goo now covering him. "What the....." Before he could finish the sentance, Roger cracked up loudly. "Hey, Mark, I'm covered in pink goo. Do you know what this stuff looks like?"
Mark was about to throw another balloon at Roger, but as Roger laughed, it was somehow infectious, and instead of throwing the balloon, Mark lost control of it, and it smashed all over him. Snorting, Mark cracked up even more. "Hey, I didn't think of that. That's hilarious. Never knew you'd be into that kind of thing."
"Not exactly, Mark." Roger laughed again, picking up his guitar. "Damn, I feel like playing something." Plucking out a chord, he launched into a rather rousing rendition of La Vida Loca, tossing Mark a flashlight for a microphone in the process.
For a couple minutes, they jammed, Mark mentally gleeing that it was all in front of the camera. Eventually, Roger collapsed on the couch, laughing. "That is so awesome. I love music, I love you, man!" Roger stood up again and glomped Mark rather thouroughly.
"I love you too, man!" Mark glomped right back, cheerily.
"Alright, so I knew that two of you act gay sometimes, but this is a bit over the top. And what the hell's with the pink goo?" Adam walked in, staring at the pink, gooey scene. "And if that stuff is what it looks like, you both are taking a shower right now."
Mark grinned at his assistant, a bit innocently. "Why, Adam. Whatever do you mean? This is not the stuff you are looking for, Please move along." He waved his hand a bit idly.
Roger cracked up again. "There you go, Mark's being a geek. All's right with the world."
"Only you two would get high off of moodslime from a bar at the end of the universe. Just... next time, Mark, tell Venkman to keep the moodslime to himself. We could hear you all the way down on the fourth floor. And seriously, take a shower." Shaking his head, Adam left the room.
Mark and Roger took one look at each other and cracked up. This was a good way to lighten the mood, Mark mused while watching Roger launch into yet another song. And the film showing at the staff meeting tomorrow would be even better.
Surrepticiously, he set up his spare camera and tripod in the corner of the room, pointing it toward the sofa, from where strains of Musetta's Waltz were yet again filling the room. He stood back for a moment, just watching the scene. How typical. Smirking, he opened a desk drawer and pulled out two balloons, which gyrated to their own beat, a very different one than played by the hunched figure on the couch. Carefully, he set up a shot, and pitches one of the balloons at Roger.
Blinking for a moment, Roger stared at the pink goo now covering him. "What the....." Before he could finish the sentance, Roger cracked up loudly. "Hey, Mark, I'm covered in pink goo. Do you know what this stuff looks like?"
Mark was about to throw another balloon at Roger, but as Roger laughed, it was somehow infectious, and instead of throwing the balloon, Mark lost control of it, and it smashed all over him. Snorting, Mark cracked up even more. "Hey, I didn't think of that. That's hilarious. Never knew you'd be into that kind of thing."
"Not exactly, Mark." Roger laughed again, picking up his guitar. "Damn, I feel like playing something." Plucking out a chord, he launched into a rather rousing rendition of La Vida Loca, tossing Mark a flashlight for a microphone in the process.
For a couple minutes, they jammed, Mark mentally gleeing that it was all in front of the camera. Eventually, Roger collapsed on the couch, laughing. "That is so awesome. I love music, I love you, man!" Roger stood up again and glomped Mark rather thouroughly.
"I love you too, man!" Mark glomped right back, cheerily.
"Alright, so I knew that two of you act gay sometimes, but this is a bit over the top. And what the hell's with the pink goo?" Adam walked in, staring at the pink, gooey scene. "And if that stuff is what it looks like, you both are taking a shower right now."
Mark grinned at his assistant, a bit innocently. "Why, Adam. Whatever do you mean? This is not the stuff you are looking for, Please move along." He waved his hand a bit idly.
Roger cracked up again. "There you go, Mark's being a geek. All's right with the world."
"Only you two would get high off of moodslime from a bar at the end of the universe. Just... next time, Mark, tell Venkman to keep the moodslime to himself. We could hear you all the way down on the fourth floor. And seriously, take a shower." Shaking his head, Adam left the room.
Mark and Roger took one look at each other and cracked up. This was a good way to lighten the mood, Mark mused while watching Roger launch into yet another song. And the film showing at the staff meeting tomorrow would be even better.
