🔻Fan🔻
"It's been about thirty minutes. She should be here by now." Fan sat impatiently on the otherwise comfortable desk chair. Although appearing vastly confident in the advertisements he runs, he is anything but that off camera. Now worried in his decision of letting Test Tube deal with personal manners before said ad, he feels like he should go and find her.
But she'd be fine, right? As co-head engineer of a company like Meeple, for Cobs' sake, she was impressive at sorting things out. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Thirty minutes is nothing compared to what he's had to make her wait though before, and she wasn't very happy about it. Especially when she had quite a large board of directors waiting for the slideshow he was meant to bring in.
Besides, he wasn't completely bored or anything. The building had an impressive WiFi connection, and the new episode of Inanimate Insanity had come out, a show he recently found fascination in. And by recently, he means a couple years ago. It was just so fascinating seeing all of the drama happening on screen, and now that only OJ and Paper are left, their alliance has to break up in the finale. There's just so much going on, and he likes to rewatch the episodes a few times to wrap his head around everything. It's nice to appreciate the level of detail a creator puts into their things.
He sighs, sitting back on the chair, and placing his phone on the small table to the side. "Everything will be fine," he thinks to himself. They would be.
He carefully picks up the script he had to the side, reading it through again. He wanted to make sure he'd remember everything. After all, it doesn't look as professional when you're reading directly off of a sheet of paper. Three whole pages; the writers must have really been going for it when creating this ad.
"Ad Campaign- Neuroband™"
That's what the title said. Some kind of headband designed for "neuropathic links" and can operate "regardless of skill set". Just thinking about the possibilities of it makes him shudder; sounds like something from a sci-fi fiction. It just sounds oddly like mind control, which is already creepy enough on its own before the fact that they're attempting to market this. Why were they selling things like this in the first place?
He sits back, closing his eyes, letting out a breath before he almost tears in half. That isn't his job. He isn't meant to think of what to make, nor actually make it, or even to question why they're making these kinds of products. His job is to get out the message of commercialising.
Just act out the advertisement.
Act out the advertisement.
A̸c̷t̶ ̷o̸u̷t̴ ̸t̶h̸e̴ ̷a̵d̵v̸e̷r̸t̶i̵s̷e̵m̴e̵n̴t̶.̸
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SLAM!
The door barged open from the opposite end of the room, and Fan snaps his eyes open again. He was too unfocused to work out who it was, only thankful that they managed to snap him out of... whatever that was. What was that?
After regaining his thoughts, he stands up with the papers in hand to his friend who walks in. She seems slightly panicked after looking up at the clock above his head.
"Oh, golly, I'm late!? I'm really sorry, Fan."
"Don't worry about it. You got caught up with the boss; I get it. Now, let's get this show on the road!"
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Old Production // Inanimate Insanity AU Fanfic. (ON HOLD)
FanfictionAn alternate universe at Meeple Headquarters. Truths are found, questions are asked, and the shell seems to trap everyone. Follows three separate storylines; Fan and Test Tube Taco (and maybe 3GS) Microphone (Written in 3rd person, POVs shows where...
