-[X]Post Production (Saved by the Edit): You and George are going to see Marcia and George at Work. That much might be enough. DC: 30 Rolled:
D100 => 18
-[X]Post Production (The Battles That George Planned): "George… How Many Battles did you have ILM create?" DC: 40 Rolled:
D100 => 9
George looked up from his haze, and you saw him and Marcia looking… Well, looking like they were seeing so many things going wrong. "I can't believe I filmed this." He swore as he saw you. "Hey, Bruce."
"Uh George, is now not a good time?" You asked as you saw both of them looking almost… run down and ragged. "I can come back when-"
"I think now might not be a good time," George said. "Um, tell Dave that I need my notebook back. And tell Mike we need to reschedule the meeting with the theater people, We are trying to get as many screens as possible in America."
"Okay. But George, I do need to talk to you about the space battles you had planned, we need to narrow them down-?"
"We have plenty of time for those, once I cut out all the chaff." He said as he coughed. "I'm a fucking idiot. Filming all these scenes, Steve would have laughed at me with how much time and money I spent, wasted on scenes that we don't even need!"
Marcia looked up and walked over to you. "George is busy right now, and I'm trying to tell him that I think I found a way to make the movie better. But he's… not taking some of it well."
"How long is the cut you have now?" You asked.
"Almost 3 hours, and that's not including the space battles." She said.
Okay. "Alright, just… we need to get those done and to ILM sooner rather than later."
MArvia gave a wave and you left.
Failure. George is… well he's being too hard on himself right now about all he did.
He'll get over it.
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-[X]Post Production (The Music): John Williams was a master. You just want to know just how much of a master he was DC: 0 Rolled:
D100 => 95
Holy shit.
You have never heard such… masterful composition in your life!
This was going to win some Oscars!
Reward: The Final Music is composed and made.
It will add an unknown amount of bonus to the Audience and Critic Roll.
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-[X]Recovery: You and Carrie are going to do everything possible to make Debbie Feel safe and at home. DC: 10 Rolled:
D100 + 30 => 98
It started with something that was honestly… just as simple as watching TV.
You gathered yourselves together onto the couch with popcorn and food, and soda and all just prepared to Watch the Season premiere of MASH. "You know, we don't do this enough," Debbie said with a smile as she curled up into her daughter as you put your feet up. "We never just spend time together."
"We can change that." You whispered as you turned down the volume as the commercial came on. "You just have to ask."
"Oh, I don't mean like that." She said. "But I just want to find more time for all of you. We all move and become more distant. Not you two, but me. I've been soo… far away from all of you, that it's my fault."
"It wasn't you're fault," Carrie replied. It was hard for her to say those words, even after all she had said. She was trying to forgive herself for the words she said to her mother. "It was the bad people who hurt you."
Debbie smiled. "Well, if there is any consolation, hopefully, Universal will see how I look and start having second thoughts."
"I hope not, then you'd be out of work." You replied. "And I think Broadway is a little too low for your talents."
"Oh don't be so modest. I think this town is going to hell and a handbasket, and I think it might be good for me. I've met with a curator at LACMA… They want to put part of my collection on display. 'History of Hollywood with Debbie Reynolds' They call it." She smiled. "It would be less stressful to have them there, than it is to keep them here."
You only looked at Carrie and Debbie. "I think that it would be good. Let the world see it." You smiled.
And you all enjoyed MASH, that night, and all the nights for the next week.
Reward: Debbie has made a full recovery.
She is pondering taking a leave of absence from Showbiz, for not only her collection but also because she no longer recognizes the city.
But if she does not leave, expect her to fight tooth and nail to be out of her contract.
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-[X]The Todd Trobules: You and Todd look at one another and both of you realize that he wanted to say something. DC: 0 Rolled:
D100 => 59
-[X]Finding the Lost Memorabilia: Someone stole from Debbie… you are going to get it back. DC: ??? Rolled:
D100 => 92+30=122
You looked at Todd and saw him prepare to leave the house. "Where are you going, Todd."
"None of your business Bruce." He tried to move past you, but instead, he was stopped by you. "I-"
"Listen, I know you, what are you doing?" you demanded. "Because I know you are going to do something stupid."
"I heard a rumor that there is an underground auction tonight. Really illegal stuff." He stated. "And almost all the pieces of Moms Collection are there."
"And where did you get that information?" You demanded something that made you soften your tone and your mind began to make a plan.
"I asked around." He said defectively.
"Todd." you growled, not liking that he was going behind your back.
"Okay, I went to a sex club, one of the illegal ones, and listened for information, one got drunk and… talked after I paid for his whiskey." He stated. "Said If I had money to burn, they would be selling all of the Movie Bitches collection."
You began seeing red. "Where?"
"In one of the Warehouses by the Port." He replied. "Said that it was going to see lots of people there."
You walked over to the phone. "Keep talking." You demanded as you began to dial the detective's number.
"Bruce, I don't think that-"
"Have faith for once, it's what I do." You said. "Detective Cole, Bruce O'Brian… How would you like a break to make your career." You waited and nodded. "Warehouses at the Port will be holding an illegal auction of movie Memorabilia and other… matters of illegality." You turned to Todd. "How many people?"
"Uh… Two hundred at least. And some of them might be armed if the guy I talked to is anything to go by."
You nodded. "Two hundred… You think Port Authority and LAPD will bring enough to stop them."
There was a single phrase before he hung up. "LA is looking for some payback for Miss Reynolds. How did you get this info?" He asked.
"A very trusted source." You stated. "Just keep my name out of it."
"Who… I heard nothing of a name. Just a concerned citizen." Cole replied before he hung up.
Well, you were sure
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"A Daring Raid by the Los Angeles police department this evening, with over two hundred suspects arrested in illegal smuggling, drug trafficking, and illegal weapons, including the entire collection that was recently stolen from Actress Debbie Reynolds, who was shot in her La Mansion earlier last month. The detective in charge, LAPD Detective Cole, who orchestrated the raid, had-"
You and Todd looked at each other before you looked at the TV. "Holy shit." Todd exclaimed. "Didn't know LAPD was out for blood."
"Well, I can safely say her collection has now increased in value by tenfold." You snarked, trying to wonder just what the hell Cole said to his bosses that managed to get the entire LAPD onto that.
Reward: The Memorabilia collection has been returned. All accounted for.
Todd has… been scolded for his stupidity. But also rewarded by you.
LAPD was out for blood when they arrested every single person there. Without a single shot being fired.
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-[X]Let Mike Work: You will give Mike a Freehand to do what he wants to make money. DC: 0 (An action will be Chosen from the list of actions. Shenanigans may ensure) Rolled:
D100 => 96
You looked at Mike and almost gagged. "What the fuck!"
"You asked me to get this movie into theaters, so I did." He stated. "And why would I make it any wrong by just… Asking some friends to say it's going to be the biggest hit in the world?"
"We don't even have a trailer yet!" You said. "What did you show them to get to listen to that?"
Mike then looked at the poster. "Guess?"
You looked at Ralphs poster. "What… no, a single poster isn't going to save us!"
"No not that Bruce, I'm not that stupid… By the way, I promised them a Trailer by Christmas." He smiled.
"WHAT!"
Reward: Mike has sold most American movie theater chains that Star Wars will cause so much buzz that it might scare the rest of Hollywood into paying attention.
Also, you need a trailer by Christmas, or bad things might happen.
Oh and if you succeed… Well… Good things will happen
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-[X]Pray: It had been a long time since you went to Mass. You wish for the Lord to give you strength. DC: ??? Rolled:
D100 + 20 => 109
You wanted the Lord to give you strength. To give you something… Anything to make you feel like the world was going to be okay.
You were His humble servant.
You honored Him, you Praised Him in every facet of your life, and you loved Him as much as you loved anyone in your family. You just wanted to know that He cared. That despite all your own failings, he still viewed you as Worthy.
You knew He had His plan, but you just wanted to know if this was part of it.
If this was… One tragedy is to make something beautiful.
Reward: Unkown positive effect.
All Personal Action's next turn will auto-pass.
AN: enjoy.
