12139/Backstage at Gotham Cable Studios

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Backstage at Gotham Cable Studios
Date of Scene: 24 July 2022
Location: Gotham Cable Studios
Synopsis: Violet runs into Mike backstage at Gotham Cable Studios. They talk about TV, Gotham parties and Mike proves to be that rare breed. A famous musician & TV Star who doesn't have a drug dealer on call...
Cast of Characters: Violet Paige, Michael Hannigan




Violet Paige has posed:
Gotham Cable Studios isn't what you'd call the countries most popular television network. But they do regular programming intended for the people of Gotham, well when they're not being taken over by super villains that is, and those local shows need local famous people!

Which is why Violet Paige is awake before two in the afternoon against all her instincts. Loitering in the cafeteria, looking at a sandwich like it personally wronged her. More important than the food though is the coffee.

Judging by the number of empties on the table the socialite has been here a while already. Waiting for make-up before her segment is due to record.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Considering Mike's occupation, it may be redundant to say his week has been busy. He is a celebrity known for traveling around the world perfoming concerts. And yet, he's doing this while juggling a reoccuring role on a cable series. He's had to deal with show reschedulings due to the oddest of reasons and when Latveria being taken over by Faust is not even the number one excuse used, well. Busy should be a standard term associated with his usual schedule.

But, the week has been busy. And while he waits for a scheduled meeting Wade couldn't get him out of, Mike decides he might as well get a lunch. When he emerges from the line with his tray, the lunch suspiciously looks more like a breakfast.

At Gotham Cable Studios, the cafeteria GETS their clientelle.

The Screaming Whisper that Mike was tasked to bring to the waking world follows. The glassy manniquin type figure goes ignored by others in the room. The Cafeteria's not a known place for people to achieve sleep paralysis so there's little chance of the figure being seen by anyone other than Mike.

The rocker pauses, looking around to find an available seat. He eventually settles for the community table Violet has picked. The breakfast sandwich and coffee sets just so in the side vision of the long time table resident as an announcement to the newcomer.

Violet Paige has posed:
Violet is too well dressed to be staff. A JvD top and matching figure hugging pants. A bag that costs more than a family home in some parts of Gotham. And eyes so bloodshot she's unlikely to have slept in the last day or so.

No risks of sleep paralysis if you've not slept!

It takes her a few moments to acknowledge Mike when he reaches the table. "What're you in for?" She wonders, taking another long drink of the coffee, but not looking up. "Guest or staff?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike is too underdressed to be staff. He didn't even bother with the brand name attire as he's found that those items make him more visible to papparazzi. The trademark hair was even pulled back and tucked away in the shirt collar to slow down the recognition time of anyone of the vultures that may be camped out outside the complex.

Hearing the prison like question, Mike glances up to see who is joking, figuring it to be a new castmate or extra for Theme of the Crime. Not immediately recognizing her within the context of the situation, Mike gives pause. And then it registers. Not the name, but the face. Even if one does not read tabloids for the fun of it, that doesn't mean they don't take notice of the faces on display at checkout or when an agent is bringing an article to your attention.

Mike gives a half smile, "Meeting." He answers, giving a half smile, Castmember."

The Screaming Whisper looks to Violet for a moment before looking back to Mike. Waiting. Watching.

The tired look on her face is not lost on Mike. "Long night?" He inquires.

Violet Paige has posed:
Violet Paige still hasn't really looked up. And, rather rudely, remains focused on the coffee until it's all gone. "Aren't they always long nights in Gotham?" she muses. "Between the air pollution and the party scene..."

Not that anyone who recognised Violet Paige would be expecting her to be polite. Most of the pictures Mike is thinking of likely involved her giving someone the finger or with a photographer sprawled out unconcious after getting too pushy.

When she does finally look over at Mike there's a faint hint of recognition.

"Castmember huh? That means you know who on staff can find a little pick me up? Coffee just isn't doing it for me today." Because of course any self respecting musician has a dealer. Right? Especially one who works 'in the business called show'.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike glances aside of Violet as she asks her question regarding where to find a pick me up. It's not the first time someone's assumed he knows how to get ahold of drugs. Nor will it be the last.

There's a quiet snerk. "I haven't had any need to find out. But as you said. It's Gotham." He pauses, "This isn't going to be a liked answer but speaking from a lifetime of sleep deprivation, I've found taking quick powernaps usually help with the recharge. Try for 20, 45, or 90 minute increments."

Violet Paige has posed:
Violet raises an eyebrow and snorts. "Yeah and wake up with some creep shoving a camera down my top," she points out. "Great plan. Think I'll stick with things that'll keep me awake for now."

She adds the empty coffee cup to the stack and glares at it. Like it wronged her in a past life or something.

"What's your show?" She blinks a few times. "I'm not booked to be on it am I? Fuck that'd be awkward."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"I know of some quiet places on the grounds where you can catch a nap uninterrupted." Mike points out. He shrugs, picking up a strip of bacon to bite in to it. The remaining piece is dropped on to the plate as he reaches over to the coffee. But that move is halted briefly as Violet poses her question.

The other hand lifts, covering his mouth. "Theme of the Crime" He answers, "And I doubt they'd be all that scandalized by your previous question."

The hand lowers as he finishes chewing the bite of bacon, soon to chase it with some hot coffee.

Violet Paige has posed:
Violet Paige laughs. "God no," she agrees. "They're generally disappointed when I'm /not/ saying something like that."

There's a pause and she frowns, as if trying to recall the show.

"Never heard of it." There's another pause. "Maybe seen some clips online though. Who even watches TV these days? Old people? Anyone too broke for a smartphone and a data plan? Ah shit that's it. People in hospitals. Can't use a cellphone."

"Don't you think it's a bit creepy giving the caped freakshows a platform? They get too famous as it is. Only encourages the weirdos like Batman to go out beating people up in search of fame."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike sets the coffee down, grabbing for his fork. "Is it creepier than random assholes trying to take pictures down some sleeping person's shirt?" He asks back. "You know, given enough time to overanalyze, with the intent of finding fault rather than enjoying something, we can probably come with arguments against doing every possible show and movie that is ever filmed. That'd be a boring world. Where every piece of media has to go through the filter of one person who has appointed themselves the moral authority over every life on earth."

Mike stabs a piece of egg with the end of a fork. "Honestly when I signed on I did it because a friend asked and I didn't expect it to go beyond one season. My character has this schtick where his hat gets destroyedin every episode he's in. It's pure camp. It's not a platform so much as a way to have fun." He stuffs the bit of egg into his mouth and chews.

Violet Paige has posed:
There's a shrug from the young celebutant. "I've got no clue what the show's about," Violet admits. "Just sounded like one of those true crime shows from the title. Gotham has enough of that shit already."

She shakes her head and scowls.

"You ever been to one of those Villain costume themed parties? Everyone dressed up as the costumed freak of the week or done up in make-up as one of the victims. Joker themed parties where everyone gets complimentary balloons full of Nos. That kinda shit. Just people having fun but fuck me even I think it's in bad taste yah know?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike is quiet for a few moments as he considers his answer. The market he got taken to wasn't exactly a party so... "Closest to that was a Heroes and Villains themed birthday party. No balloons of Nos. But there was a Mecha Bunny." He takes a moment to take another bite of food. The hand comes up to cover his mouth as he speaks again, "Then again, the guy driving that wasn't invited."

Violet Paige has posed:
Violet Paige tilts her head to one side and looks at Mike for a moment, then digs into her bag for her smartphone.

"I expect we get invited to very different parties."

She holds the phone screen up for Mike to see and scrolls through some really rather tasteless pictures from a charity gala for 'Victims of Gothams supervillains' where just everyone is dressed up in a ghastly costume. Ranging from Riddlers and Two-Faces to people with fake entrails spilling out and costume special effect gunshot wounds. A lot of which probably required a professional and rather expensive make-up specialist to put together.

"What on Earth is a mecha bunny? Sounds like a Japanese sex toy."

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"Oh I was paid to go to that one. Part of the concert lineup." Mike admits, lowering the fork to look to the screen on display. The sign plus the attire on display gets a bit of a confused look. That looked to be a bit of a counterintuitive gala.

The added question gets a look. "A...japa-" He pauses, shaking his head. "No. It was a giant robot bunny with a guy inside piloting it. See there's this jackass who runs around in a Santa suit. One December he shows up at a mall dressed up with other guys in different colored versions of the outfits trying the rob the place. Another December he showed up at the same damn mall in a mecha Santa. And then he showed up at the party with the mecha bunny."

Mike picks up the coffee cup. "The party was full of teenagers, there's probably video of it online."

Violet Paige has posed:
There's a raised eyebrow at the explanation.

"What a fucking world." Violet comments. "Still sounds like a sex toy though. But then if they were smart they wouldn't be a third string supervillain."

There's a commotion from outside the cafeteria. The sound of someone running and then trying to stop suddenly on a tiled floor. An intern wearing a headset pokes her head through the door, trying to seem like she's not been in a hurry, and nervously chimes in with "Miss Paige? There you are. Make-up have been looking for you." Probably for quite some time given the look on her face.

The woman in question makes a lazy shrug. The look on her face suggesting she didn't bother telling anyone she was going for coffee. "Duty calls I guess. Enjoy your breakfast." She gets up, gives Mike half a goodbye wave, then walks off with the complete lack of urgency only the very wealthy can master.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
"SUPERvillain is a bit generous." Mike responds, shaking his head, "I don't care what a mall has in stock, it probably would not justify the cost of a giant robot." He pauses, considering Fluffy. "Unless he rents it to others..."

Oh God. What if the failed attempts were just advertisements for the robot?

There's not much time left to think about it as the intern comes running in to summon Violet away. "Have a good day." Mike offers back to Violet. "And don't forget to get some sleep."

Speaking of sleep...

Mike glances around after Violet leaves, frowning. Where did that Screaming Whisper get off to?