13-09-2019, 07:47 AM
Whatever Gets You through the Night Pt. 12
"Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner. (Time, time, time for another peaceful war.)
Norway's bravest son. (But time stands still for Roland 'til he evens up the score.)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night,
in the muzzle-flash of Roland's Thompson Gun.
In the muzzle-flash of Roland's Thompson Gun."
-Warren Zevon, "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner"
Note: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. Events back in December are still having repercussions in my life and I'm in the process of dealing with them. Previously discussed issues have been running rampant, and it's become necessary to remove stressors wherever I can. I'm not getting paid for this, so two that are 100% within my power to deal with are self-imposed deadlines and self-imposed page counts.
But we ain't been slack, Captain Walker. Every night, we does The Tell. The last couple of chapters and this one have been a bit short even for my tastes. They've just ended where I felt they needed to, like this one. The story's being written and it's going to keep being written. Ultimately, though, I'm NOT getting paid and never really promised weekly updates, so I'm not going to worry about it. I will say that a good part of Chapter 13 is already done, because I started Luc & Ramirez's scene, then realized that it was going to be similar enough to this one that it, too, should get its own chapter, so they'll be the focus of the next one.
"I shoulda known you'd have one of these for Troy." Nigel Mander said to Contessa Helena de San Finzione as he held open the passenger door of the 1965 Aston-Martin DB-V he'd selected from the garage. "Proper color and everything. Surprised it ain't the real one."
"The museum won't part with the original," Helen explained once he'd gotten in the driver's seat. I've tried everything but crime and The Thing because I know Troy would just return it if I got it those ways. One of those 'how you got it DOES matter, Helen' people. Yes, he prefers to drive this or the Esprit when he's in town. The Bentley's an even bigger gas-guzzler. I'm surprised you picked this over Bessie." She gestured to the 3rd Doctor's Edwardian roadster, right between the 1976 Lotus Esprit S1 and the 1967 Lotus Seven.
"I'll wanna try out Bessie too before I leave. But yeah, he's got a point: How do ya NOT choose the Goldfinger Car?" Mander said as they pulled out of the garage and to the castle gate. "So, here's a question for Your Countessness; since she knows all about movies now. And all I could tell ya is that the true winners in 'Batman v Superman' were Thomas & Martha Wayne for getting' shot right at the beginning and not havin' to sit through the rest of Zack Snyder's 'vision.'"
Helen hmmed agreement.
"Wouldn't say I know all about them." Helen replied, activating the cigarette lighter and getting one out of her black Prada Arcade bag. "Commercials aren't quite the same thing and I've done a couple cameos, but for the most part, my job's Executive Producing. It's like being a Producer but simultaneously more vital AND a bigger pain in the ass for the artists."
"The movie's taking place here in the 1940s. And it were between the Nazis and San Finzione. So, why're so many Americans working on it? I know you've got a bunch working at the studio; which brings up a related question: How do you get an entire movie studio to pack up and move to another country?"
"Well, you buy it first." Helen replied, rolling down the window to breathe her smoke out and away from Mander. "Then you build a new lot here and, if you don't know shit about movies, offer incentives for the ones who do to relocate to San Finzione and keep their jobs for more money in OUR society and economy rather than Los Angeles'."
"Ok, that makes sense," Mander said, taking it in. "What about the ones who can't or just don't wanna pack up their lives and move to another country?"
"Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner. (Time, time, time for another peaceful war.)
Norway's bravest son. (But time stands still for Roland 'til he evens up the score.)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night,
in the muzzle-flash of Roland's Thompson Gun.
In the muzzle-flash of Roland's Thompson Gun."
-Warren Zevon, "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner"
Note: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. Events back in December are still having repercussions in my life and I'm in the process of dealing with them. Previously discussed issues have been running rampant, and it's become necessary to remove stressors wherever I can. I'm not getting paid for this, so two that are 100% within my power to deal with are self-imposed deadlines and self-imposed page counts.
But we ain't been slack, Captain Walker. Every night, we does The Tell. The last couple of chapters and this one have been a bit short even for my tastes. They've just ended where I felt they needed to, like this one. The story's being written and it's going to keep being written. Ultimately, though, I'm NOT getting paid and never really promised weekly updates, so I'm not going to worry about it. I will say that a good part of Chapter 13 is already done, because I started Luc & Ramirez's scene, then realized that it was going to be similar enough to this one that it, too, should get its own chapter, so they'll be the focus of the next one.
"I shoulda known you'd have one of these for Troy." Nigel Mander said to Contessa Helena de San Finzione as he held open the passenger door of the 1965 Aston-Martin DB-V he'd selected from the garage. "Proper color and everything. Surprised it ain't the real one."
"The museum won't part with the original," Helen explained once he'd gotten in the driver's seat. I've tried everything but crime and The Thing because I know Troy would just return it if I got it those ways. One of those 'how you got it DOES matter, Helen' people. Yes, he prefers to drive this or the Esprit when he's in town. The Bentley's an even bigger gas-guzzler. I'm surprised you picked this over Bessie." She gestured to the 3rd Doctor's Edwardian roadster, right between the 1976 Lotus Esprit S1 and the 1967 Lotus Seven.
"I'll wanna try out Bessie too before I leave. But yeah, he's got a point: How do ya NOT choose the Goldfinger Car?" Mander said as they pulled out of the garage and to the castle gate. "So, here's a question for Your Countessness; since she knows all about movies now. And all I could tell ya is that the true winners in 'Batman v Superman' were Thomas & Martha Wayne for getting' shot right at the beginning and not havin' to sit through the rest of Zack Snyder's 'vision.'"
Helen hmmed agreement.
"Wouldn't say I know all about them." Helen replied, activating the cigarette lighter and getting one out of her black Prada Arcade bag. "Commercials aren't quite the same thing and I've done a couple cameos, but for the most part, my job's Executive Producing. It's like being a Producer but simultaneously more vital AND a bigger pain in the ass for the artists."
"The movie's taking place here in the 1940s. And it were between the Nazis and San Finzione. So, why're so many Americans working on it? I know you've got a bunch working at the studio; which brings up a related question: How do you get an entire movie studio to pack up and move to another country?"
"Well, you buy it first." Helen replied, rolling down the window to breathe her smoke out and away from Mander. "Then you build a new lot here and, if you don't know shit about movies, offer incentives for the ones who do to relocate to San Finzione and keep their jobs for more money in OUR society and economy rather than Los Angeles'."
"Ok, that makes sense," Mander said, taking it in. "What about the ones who can't or just don't wanna pack up their lives and move to another country?"
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