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stuntie_jed) wrote2006-02-09 10:03 pm
stuntie_jed) wrote2006-02-09 10:03 pm
Visit to Weta (Pete & Jed)
I hate being between projects, always have, but living here has made the twitchiness worse. I don't do well sitting for long, but there's nothing to distract me here. Pete's back in town, so I take off looking for him. Maybe he can find something to keep me occupied.
Plus the new place seems to be coming together, so I need to tell him about the place. It's pretty close to WETA anyway. I just need to bounce a few thoughts off him, need a new direction in my life, I can feel it.
I nod at the receptionist, asking if he's in, and then I head back.
Pete: I'm hard at work, not that it shows. I've got my XBox hooked up and I'm playing Halo, totally lost in the action. I barely hear the door, but something registers in my head that I'll need to look up and make human sounding noises soon. A few more minutes, and then I manage to break free. "Jed! Hey, you're done with that Viking flick already?"
I clear the crap off a spare chair and stretch before falling back into my own. Didn't realize how long I'd gone without moving, there.
Jed: I shove a pile of things off the couch. "Got released from the drudgery a few days ago, then went up to Taranaki for a bit of a hol."
I'm wondering how Halo applies to working. Video games are fucking hard to translate to film, as Urban found out so recently.
"Missed you. I'm so used to being directed by you, Howard McCain's all right, not a master though, never will be. And that kid doing himself in wasn't his fault, but it just seems like it wouldn'a happened on one of your shoots. You gonna forgive me for cheating on you?" I grin.
Pete: " Oh, I dunno. Might take some candy and flowers, a few fancy dinners, but I'm sure I'll get over it .” I take your compliments to heart though, you’re not one to give them out unless they’re earned. “You give me too much credit though. That kid could have offed himself on anyone’s shoot, I’m sure McCain was doing a fine enough job. Still, that’s rough. Group synergy on a project’s tricky to keep and easy to lose. McCain probably learned a lot getting things done after that, I’d expect." I’m sort of talking aloud to myself now, I need to quit that. I turn my attention back on you.
"But onward, right? I'm assuming you'll be available for Halo and The Lovely Bones? We're nowhere near ready yet, but I'll need you, absolutely. If you need work right off, I could make some calls, though."
Jed: I fidget, wondering how you'll greet my suggestion. "I'm in, of course I am. Was thinking, I've been in this business a few odd years now. Might could move up to stunt coordinator."
I stand up, touching an Orc mask and then pick up on of the white knives you have on the shelf, my fingers tracing the Elvish runes engraved in the blade. "Thanks for the offer. I don't need the brass right now, but you know how I get when I'm bored." I grin at your eye-roll, but with my family off I get bored more easily.
Khamûl: The power found in this place wakes the dark thing. But the power is that of the light as well as the dark, and reeks of Elves, so he stays hidden. He will explore it when the night makes him stronger.
Pete: “Ah, I see how it is. Go off with another director to put the fear in me, then come back and ask for a promotion. I’m kidding! Mostly.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees and watch you fiddling with my knickknacks. “I can’t think of anyone better for the job, though. If you’re willing to commit, I’ll give you the coordinator job for both films. But you’re going to be buying more beer rounds, I’ll warn you right now.”
Jed: A snort of laughter escapes me. "I can buy the rounds." I put the knife down and plop on the couch again.
Going serious again, I look at you. "I'm dead chuffed you've got the confidence in me. Feel like I need to expand, you see. Move forwards, stop regretting." I know you probably understand that better'n anybody.
"Got a new place, too. It's nice."
Pete: I’m glad to hear you talking like this, I really am. I grin and give you a thumbs-up. “Yeah. You’re ready, and you sound ready too. I know it’s been a rough year for you, but hey – a bit of a wallow’s needed, at least I think so. Had a decent one myself. Time to get on with it though, right? I get a decent coordinator out of the deal, and all the beer I can drink.” I nod, grinning. “We’ll be all right. Hey. Speaking of beer. Want to go tilt a few back to celebrate your impending promotion? You can tell me more about this new place, too. If it’s close, we could drive by?”
Jed: "We can drive by. It's actually out here on Miramar, but on the other side from the bloody airport." I grin, the plane noise being a running joke around here.
"I could use some help in another direction. The place is unfurnished and the crappy sticks I've got now are good for nothing but a bonfire. Know any place that will move things in without heaps fucking around? I'll write a blanket cheque."
Pete: "Well, it's too early to be pulling together crews for filming yet, so I'm sure we've got some guys looking for work. I keep the good ones on the payroll so they can jump at a moment's notice. Want a few of them to help with the moving? And as for that blanket cheque... you're not the one writing it. Your promotion comes with a raise, paid in advance. Ask reception for the name of the company that we get our office furniture from - they do residential furniture too, I think." I rummage around for my checkbook and scribble out a check to stuff into your hands.
"Now can I see the place? And have a beer? On your tab?"
Jed: I stare at the cheque in my hands, stunned. Fuck, I didn't come here looking for a hand-out, just some company. "You didn't need to do this, mate. I've got the swag to cover it."
You must've been more worried about me than you let on, so I smile, knowing that I've got to accept your gift. "But thanks, for this and the clue. Let's go, I'll drive."
Pete: "Oh, believe me, you'll earn that cheque once production starts." I chuckle and fumble around for my jacket. "Lead on, my good man! Let's see what your new digs look like. Cause you know I'll be over there a lot. Got room for a pinball machine, you think?"
We wander down the hall and out into a brilliant blue day.
Jed: "Pete, old boy, you're fucking brilliant! I've got this studio that's off the deck, detached from the house and I didn't know what the bloody hell to do with the damn thing, but that's fucking perfect."
I drag you off to my car, suddenly feeling like all is right with my world.
Plus the new place seems to be coming together, so I need to tell him about the place. It's pretty close to WETA anyway. I just need to bounce a few thoughts off him, need a new direction in my life, I can feel it.
I nod at the receptionist, asking if he's in, and then I head back.
Pete: I'm hard at work, not that it shows. I've got my XBox hooked up and I'm playing Halo, totally lost in the action. I barely hear the door, but something registers in my head that I'll need to look up and make human sounding noises soon. A few more minutes, and then I manage to break free. "Jed! Hey, you're done with that Viking flick already?"
I clear the crap off a spare chair and stretch before falling back into my own. Didn't realize how long I'd gone without moving, there.
Jed: I shove a pile of things off the couch. "Got released from the drudgery a few days ago, then went up to Taranaki for a bit of a hol."
I'm wondering how Halo applies to working. Video games are fucking hard to translate to film, as Urban found out so recently.
"Missed you. I'm so used to being directed by you, Howard McCain's all right, not a master though, never will be. And that kid doing himself in wasn't his fault, but it just seems like it wouldn'a happened on one of your shoots. You gonna forgive me for cheating on you?" I grin.
Pete: " Oh, I dunno. Might take some candy and flowers, a few fancy dinners, but I'm sure I'll get over it .” I take your compliments to heart though, you’re not one to give them out unless they’re earned. “You give me too much credit though. That kid could have offed himself on anyone’s shoot, I’m sure McCain was doing a fine enough job. Still, that’s rough. Group synergy on a project’s tricky to keep and easy to lose. McCain probably learned a lot getting things done after that, I’d expect." I’m sort of talking aloud to myself now, I need to quit that. I turn my attention back on you.
"But onward, right? I'm assuming you'll be available for Halo and The Lovely Bones? We're nowhere near ready yet, but I'll need you, absolutely. If you need work right off, I could make some calls, though."
Jed: I fidget, wondering how you'll greet my suggestion. "I'm in, of course I am. Was thinking, I've been in this business a few odd years now. Might could move up to stunt coordinator."
I stand up, touching an Orc mask and then pick up on of the white knives you have on the shelf, my fingers tracing the Elvish runes engraved in the blade. "Thanks for the offer. I don't need the brass right now, but you know how I get when I'm bored." I grin at your eye-roll, but with my family off I get bored more easily.
Khamûl: The power found in this place wakes the dark thing. But the power is that of the light as well as the dark, and reeks of Elves, so he stays hidden. He will explore it when the night makes him stronger.
Pete: “Ah, I see how it is. Go off with another director to put the fear in me, then come back and ask for a promotion. I’m kidding! Mostly.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees and watch you fiddling with my knickknacks. “I can’t think of anyone better for the job, though. If you’re willing to commit, I’ll give you the coordinator job for both films. But you’re going to be buying more beer rounds, I’ll warn you right now.”
Jed: A snort of laughter escapes me. "I can buy the rounds." I put the knife down and plop on the couch again.
Going serious again, I look at you. "I'm dead chuffed you've got the confidence in me. Feel like I need to expand, you see. Move forwards, stop regretting." I know you probably understand that better'n anybody.
"Got a new place, too. It's nice."
Pete: I’m glad to hear you talking like this, I really am. I grin and give you a thumbs-up. “Yeah. You’re ready, and you sound ready too. I know it’s been a rough year for you, but hey – a bit of a wallow’s needed, at least I think so. Had a decent one myself. Time to get on with it though, right? I get a decent coordinator out of the deal, and all the beer I can drink.” I nod, grinning. “We’ll be all right. Hey. Speaking of beer. Want to go tilt a few back to celebrate your impending promotion? You can tell me more about this new place, too. If it’s close, we could drive by?”
Jed: "We can drive by. It's actually out here on Miramar, but on the other side from the bloody airport." I grin, the plane noise being a running joke around here.
"I could use some help in another direction. The place is unfurnished and the crappy sticks I've got now are good for nothing but a bonfire. Know any place that will move things in without heaps fucking around? I'll write a blanket cheque."
Pete: "Well, it's too early to be pulling together crews for filming yet, so I'm sure we've got some guys looking for work. I keep the good ones on the payroll so they can jump at a moment's notice. Want a few of them to help with the moving? And as for that blanket cheque... you're not the one writing it. Your promotion comes with a raise, paid in advance. Ask reception for the name of the company that we get our office furniture from - they do residential furniture too, I think." I rummage around for my checkbook and scribble out a check to stuff into your hands.
"Now can I see the place? And have a beer? On your tab?"
Jed: I stare at the cheque in my hands, stunned. Fuck, I didn't come here looking for a hand-out, just some company. "You didn't need to do this, mate. I've got the swag to cover it."
You must've been more worried about me than you let on, so I smile, knowing that I've got to accept your gift. "But thanks, for this and the clue. Let's go, I'll drive."
Pete: "Oh, believe me, you'll earn that cheque once production starts." I chuckle and fumble around for my jacket. "Lead on, my good man! Let's see what your new digs look like. Cause you know I'll be over there a lot. Got room for a pinball machine, you think?"
We wander down the hall and out into a brilliant blue day.
Jed: "Pete, old boy, you're fucking brilliant! I've got this studio that's off the deck, detached from the house and I didn't know what the bloody hell to do with the damn thing, but that's fucking perfect."
I drag you off to my car, suddenly feeling like all is right with my world.