Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26104528-20161006060606

As the rest of the tech department started tearing down, Fedorastorm gets up out if his directors chair to go check on that rogue sound bit. Approaching the booth, he sees Ignacio pushing a very, very, VERY, large cart of pyrotechnics onto the set.

"Dammit Kurai, you gotta teach me how to get this stuff..." he mumbled to himself.

"He probably just had Osiris blackmail Dave from accounting, or something like that. Good character excersise if you ask me..."

Fedora shrugged. "Meanwhile, I have some characters to check on myself. Keep up the good work, Ignacio! Trust me, I'll get you a role one day!"

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After finally coaxing open the supply closet door, Fedora sees Ingraham, Myra, and Stahlfritz cooped up among the thousands of dollars worth of sound equipment. He cringes slightly at seeing a particularly expensive headset under Fritz's hand.

"Listen, guys. I don't mind a little fun on the job, but I'm being deadly serious right now."

"One more stunt like this and you-" he points at Ingraham "-are going back to doing infomercials. You-" he points at Stahlfritz "-will be bussing tables again, and you-" he points at Myra "-finally get to see what else you can do with a BA in English. Am I clear?"

"Crystal." Myra affirmed.

"Good, now get out of here. Just because I have insurance for this stuff doesn't mean I like to use it..."