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Post by Phoebe Campbell on Oct 9, 2016 21:42:19 GMT
Kids. Wife? Her eyes darted over his appearance and then his left hand. "If you're married then where's your ring?" Well, if he was on the whole 'Americans are tactless' thing there was even more ammunition to fire. More fuel. But it was true wasn't it? Didn't married men wear rings? If not why did most of the young actresses on USBC's sitcoms and dramas always chat about checking for them when they were in the privacy of the women's restroom? Sure there was a chance he was one of those douchebags who took his ring off to woo other women (actually would that even be a stretch?) but being in such a prominent position not only made that easy but also risky. People could tattle on him because he was in the public eye. His money and family put him there. Speaking of family - Kids? Three? In his few months there she had never seen any brood race down the hall unless they were extras for a sketch or show that they needed to film. No wife in her right mind would let her husband move overseas for a job (a permanent one at that) leaving them behind. At least Phoebe wouldn't and everyone should live by her rules. At least that's what she presumed.
"Maybe you do." She shrugged her shoulders pretending to give up. This was really a no win situation because honestly he could lie about why he didn't wear a ring. She'd probe;y never know but she had seen him at a few parties by this point. His behavior didn't strike her as a guy whose heart was taken by someone else. Then again you could be married and that could still be the case so this whole thing was a catch 22 no matter how you looked at it. "I'm not married." She declared after a long silence from across the table resting her chin in her hands as she looked at the producer seriously. Way to go Phoebe. State the freaking obvious. "I don't have the patience for it." Sure. THAT was why.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 23:19:54 GMT
What was it with women and rings? Culturally it was a very recent development to have men wear wedding-rings, at all. And weren't women starting to leave them behind, as well? Being nobody's chattel and all that?
Before his purposeful silence in his lack of response could be left to develop into that beautiful and rare thing known as Peace and Quiet, it was swiftly destroyed by another of Phoebe's interjections.
Not married?
I can't imagine why... he thought to himself, as he imagined exactly why and briefly let his pen drum lightly against his papers. Phoebe hadn't the patience for marriage, and Jasper highly doubted there were many people on earth who would have patience for marriage to Phoebe. And of that select few, how many were likely to be located in New York City AND somehow cross paths with Ms. Campbell in a meaningful enough way to nurture any sort of interaction which could eventually lead to matrimony?
Yeah, spinsterhood was a good look for her.
"Good thing it's 2016, then," he said, not looking up from a note he was making in the margins of his budget report. "And--how does the phrasing go? You an independent woman who don't need no man."
The way he said it--slowly, articulately, and in that impeccably-polished posh-schoolboy accent of his--made it sound just as mildly ridiculous as he'd meant it to.
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Post by Phoebe Campbell on Oct 10, 2016 2:16:15 GMT
"Yeah. Good thing." She frowned. Wow, no wonder she never saw this guy hanging around anyone other than older men in suits and young, naive women. She'd have to warn them at the parties if there was ever a risk of crossing paths. "But I would be that way no matter what." She just couldn't stop herself. Once the words started coming out they continued: like word vomit. "I could have been married you know!" She chimed in not allowing a silence or a beat to take place. She was standing now with both hands smacking against the table to make her statement and overshare even more noticeable so it would carry more weight... As if. "To my college boyfriend. He proposed at graduation. I said no." He had also proposed again the day (years later) she got the FNL gig.. Instead he was broken up with. She didn't regret it - She regretted nothing. It was the right decision in the end.
When he tried to throw a quote at her she couldn't help but have a smile tug at the corner of her lips. "No one says that. Except maybe Madea in 'A Very Madea' whatever.." It was funny hearing a producer say it: Let alone with a British accent (which made everything better). "That's funny though." Might be the first time he ever heard that in his life. "You're working on the right show." She said standing and walking toward the door peeking out of it into the hallway. No one was coming. Maybe she should text her best buddy on the writing staff. He always ran late but a meeting with the new producer wasn't the time.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 5:10:59 GMT
When Jasper next looked up, he was a little surprised--and then, he decided, not that surprised--to see Phoebe on her feet, slapping both hands against the table as she insisted she could have gotten married. If she'd felt like it. He half-expected the interjection to fade straight into a Marlon Brando impression, complete with I coulda been a contender! etcetera...
"Well...good for you," he said, with a weak little punch in the air. What the hell else was a man supposed to say when a woman seemed to be both bragging and defensive on the same point?
"Glad my sense of humour passes muster, somewhat," he said, taking her words as a compliment, though for all he knew they might have been intended to serve an entirely different purpose. "But if it's alright with you I'll leave the writing of jokes to your team."
His phone rang, and he answered it so quickly it was like watching a drowning man grab at a life preserver.
"Dominic? Yeah, hi--oh...oh I see. Right. No problem. Yeah, no problem. See you then."
He hung up and let out a sigh.
"Apparently there's some problem with the lifts that just came up and they had to get some people out from between floors. They're getting them fixed, and in the meantime, everyone's plodding up through the stairwells."
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Post by Phoebe Campbell on Oct 10, 2016 13:12:39 GMT
"Whatever. It's true." It had been stupid to share anything with this man even if she told herself it was just because she wanted to try her hardest to make conversation. She could see now how the younger women on staff could fall for the british accent, power, and good looks (who was she kidding if she tried to imply differently- even to herself!). It was so easy from the sidelines to say "I would have reacted this way because I'm smarter and different than that person" but once you were in the fray of things it was a completely different story.
Jasper's phone rang and she sighed. She should have been relieved for a break in the conversation (or the trying to have one) but she just felt weird. Sitting there while someone else was on the phone, left with nothing to do, all because someone else was privy to information that she didn't have. Unfair. She hated not being in the know. In some ways not knowing stressed her out more than her first day working for FNL. Heck, her first week! She made her way from the door back to her chair plopping back down with yet another sigh.
Once he hung up she was swinging her chair around (she had been spinning out of lack of anything better to do) to look at him again. "People were stuck?" She couldn't help but smile at that. Charlie, her best friend and fellow writer, stuck in an enclosed space (he hated those) for a period of time. What she wouldn't have given to be a fly on that wall. Then again perhaps it was better not to be. He could get testy under those kind of situations. It was like a pressure cooker. "Well that's good at least. Folks are on their way. What do you want to do until then to kill time?" Yeah Phoebes. This is the sort of person you should be having that conversation with... Duh!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2016 20:07:44 GMT
Jasper had planned to fill his time with getting his final few notes to himself finished, but evidently Phoebe had other notions of just what ought to fill one's time at the office. One had rather grand ideas about what went on in the writers' room at Friday Night Live to facilitate such comedic genius for which the show was often lauded...but now Jasper felt he didn't dare ask exactly how the process went, if it was one half as scattershot as Ms. Campbell. Well, her work spoke for itself, and perhaps she had times when she wasn't so...whatever she was right this moment. Distracted? By what? Bored? ...by him, most likely.
Jasper didn't imagine for a moment he had confidence issues--if anything, he'd been called arrogant more often in his life than he'd ever been encouraged to be a little more outgoing...but everyone had different opinions, and America always wanted people to be bigger, louder, faster, and just...more.
What on earth had time done to deserve being brutally murdered by Phoebe Campbell, he wondered. Did she find this kind of chat and constant activity peaceful, or calming, in some way?
It was a mystery, but Jasper felt he couldn't afford the time or energy it would take to get to the bottom of Phoebe Campbell. At least, not right now.
Mercifully, one of the tech managers--who, in a fit of depression at post-summer excesses was determined to take the stairs, anyhow--walked in with a binder full of their own notes, sucking on the hole in the lid of their take-away coffee cup.
"Morning--" said Jasper quickly, almost grateful for the interruption. "We're just waiting on a few more people before we get started."
--- [[Is this a natural-ish place to end their first thread, do you think, so we can move on to the pub scene with River & Charlie?]]
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Post by THE NETWORK on Oct 15, 2016 21:53:53 GMT
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