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Round 3 - Return of the Meme
Round 3 - Return of the Meme
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Re: [FILL] Larry's Adventures in NaNo-Land Part 3/30
”You don't understand!” the prince raised his voice. ”The doctors are mental.”
”Why don't you run away...” No, that was terrible... why would he run away... it was the third day, and the prince was having a stomach pain. He was about to delete it, but remembered Georges rant about ”inner editor” (Larry had though he didn't have one until November) and decided to let it be. ”What a great idea, Zeldenthuis, let's run away... but where, and how?”
”What if we where to steal two horses to France?”
”They would catch us, the doctors would catch us before we even got out of the castle.”
”What are they going to do to you, your royal highness, what are you so scared of?”
The prince looked at him, with his adorable, large brown eyes. ”They will pull out all of my teeth, I am sure they will.”
”Now, why would they do that, your royal highness?”
”I heard them, oh Zeldenthuis, we must run away, there is no other choice.”
”We could sail to France.” Zeldenthuis said. ”It would not take long.”
The prince nodded. ”Yes.”
”We can leave tomorrow.”
The prince looked at him. ”But I don't want to leave Hannah all alone.”
Zeldenthuis sighed, Hannah was...
He looked up, he was writing on set, dressed as a caveman while Jim and Ben tried to show how to tie a stone to a stick. He had written that part, and it was hi – larry - ous. (dear god, what was that? Mental note to Larry, don't ever say that out loud.)
He returned to his story, and suddenly Helen worked in the kitchen and was wonderful at making all sorts of deserts and bread. And he described it in great detail, even though he didn't know that much about bread... and how did bread actually taste. Larry thought carefully. It was sort of... hard, and fluffy at the same time, and then it turned gooey and...
And how did one make bread, would Hannah be covered in flour like they where on the movies... would the prince also be covered in flour, because the prince must like baking to... what if he got flour in his pretty hair, and whipped cream on his nose and...
”Larry!” he looked up at an angry director.
”Was I gone?” he asked.
”Yes, come on, get up!” the man told him, and Larry closed his macbook and went on to do his sketch... what he was supposed to say again?
”I heard that you are writing something?” Martha said as she sat down next to Larry at lunch. ”Mat told me, he said he was doing the same thing.”
”Yeah, fifty thousand words in 30 days.” Larry said. ”George and I made a bet, he has been doing it for ages.” Larry put his fork down. ”Do you get flour in you hair when you bake?”
”I don't bake.” Martha said. ”Do I look like a person who bakes?”
”No... not really.” he admitted. ”You know I thought that it was going to be easy, but I don't know what to write about.”
”Sex.” Martha said. ”Write about sex, Laz.” she laughed. ”I mean, at least that is something, right?”
”You are a perv, Marf.” he said and smiled. (it wasn't such a bad idea though, he thought to himself.)
”I know.” she said. ”I am the smartest person of all the actors here, so not a surprise really.”
”No, of course it isn't.”
OP in blissland
"hi-larry-ous" actually made me snort. GENIUS
This is still "covered in awesome sauce" as Larry would say, and I love you for it. This makes my day when I come on and see the a new part :D
Re: OP in blissland
Though I am not sure how much longer it will be "covered in awesome sauce"... in a good way. XD
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”So how is it going?” George asked. They where sitting at the pub, George was done for the day, but Larry... well, he was not.
”Okay.” Larry said, determined to keep up the appearance, or George would tease him all night long, and Larry could not let that happen.
”Is it that easy that you thought it was?” He smiled, he had seen Larry being frustrated a million times before, how many times had Larry not been been up late at night, swearing and writing (hitting the keys violently, or when they lived together at uni, scribbling away furiously), with that same expression on his face.
”Yeah.” Larry lied.
”Oh. Yeah, I guess since you are a writer and all, it shouldn't be a problem.” he said.
Larry looked at him, and took another sip of his beer. ”Yeah I am, let's talk about something else, okay?”
”What is it about?” George said and grinned.
”I am not quite sure.” Larry said. ”A prince and his companion, they are running away.. Some sort of 'what if historic people had awesome stuff, like computers and tv, but still were idiots?'. Yours?”
”A murder history.” he said. ”The butler did it.” Larry smiled. ”Or possibly the sister of the detective...”
”Is it the same guy as usually... solving the murders?”
”Lazza, I know you are stuck.” George said, out of the blue. ”It's okay, you can stop the charade now. Just say it..”
”No!” Larry said. ”I am not stuck, as a matter of fact I am going home, and I am going to write and write until I fall asleep on my computer, and then I will drool all over it and you will owe me a computer.”
”Another beer first?” George asked.
”Yeah.” Larry answered and leaned back. ”Your round.”
Zeldenthuis was, as you might guessed, dutch, or from Holland. Or The Netherlands. He had brown hair, and blue eyes, much like the prince, but his hair wasn't wavy. He was actually not to bad looking and he wrote, he always wrote in his little book. It was a blue book, and the prince really wanted to know what his best friend was writing about.
The boat was making Zeldenthuis ill, he didn't like it at all. ”Your Majesty, do you know when we are getting there?”
”Are you feeling bad?” the Prince moved closer to him, the cabin was shabby and smelled odd. But none of them cared about that.
”A little bit.” he said. And the prince grabbed his hand. They both looked down at it. And then Zeldenthuis kissed him.
Larry looked at the screen. No. No, no. This was not a good twist at all, not a good twist in any way. Stupid Martha.
Okay, it was just a kiss, he could work with that, maybe the prince could slap Zeldenthuis... no, the prince refused to do that and only kissed his friend again. And suddenly the kisses were getting hotter, and more describing. Larry used words he didn't even know he knew. And he described each kiss in great detail.
And the kisses made Larry himself... well a little bit hot. He wished that his pajama wasn't so thick, and why was he wearing socks?
And finally his wordcount was... acceptable. Alright, it had been done with kissing, but at that moment Larry didn't care.
He just crawled into his bed, had a great dream that night, about Mat and him, and feathers, but when he woke up he was filled with shame... and had to change his sheets. But that day he wrote 2 thousand words about the prince feelings for Zeldenthuis. ”Oh god, I am loosing it.” he said to himself. (and he was yet to realize who he was writing about)
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Larry tried to keep up with his writing, and surprisingly after Zeldenthuis and the prince had made out on that boat. Suddenly kissing sessions, and declaring love for each other in bars became a normal thing to write about. He wasn't sure what he would say if George wanted to read it, but... that was something he could deal with later. He was writing on set and on the early ride. He woke up early, claimed that it was because just had a inner alarm clock, but fact was that he just wanted to write. And he one day he even surpassed George in his wordcount (but then George did 5 k in one day, Larry tried not to think about that.) Sometimes he wished that he just had appreciated George a little bit more. Then he wouldn't be having so much fun. And it's not like he had a life either way, so what was the harm?
”Laz?” he looked up, once again he had lost himself, this time in the french country, not a graveyard he reminded himself, and a house made out of deceased robots that had died by overheating (could robots die? Or did they just stop working?), this time to look up into the familiar large, brown eyes.
”How's it going?” Mat said and sat down beside him.
”Lines or NaNoWriMo?” He heard Jim sigh out loud, he was sitting next to him, with a cup of coffee and he had promised that he would seriously injure anyone who began talking about ”bunnies, wordcounts, 'I need a cup of coffee', and all those other damn thing. I am trying to work here!”.
”The one Jim doesn't like.”
”I don't like neither, but I guess I will not be able to avoid any of them.” Jim said and sighed. ”You two are driving me mental, and I thought the point of this contest was to drive you mental.”
Mat looked at him, raised his eyebrows: ”Why are you saying it like that?”
Laz, stopped tapping at his keyboard, and looked up at his colleagues. ”What?” Jim said.
”The word Contest? You are saying it funny.”
Jim smiled, it was a evil grin. ”Oh, you mean, contest.”
”Yeah.” Mat said. Larry couldn't help but snort.
”Well it isn't really a contest is it?” Jim said, and smiled, in a teasing manner. ”It's more of a... contest.”
”Oh bug off, Jim. It is a proper contest.”
”You don't win anything.”
”It's like a fun run.” Mat said. ”You win the honor, and for yourself.”
Jim only laughed. ”Yeah, sure mates, you do that, for honor and queen and country, and I'll be off trying to win a 2012 BAFTA.” He laughed and got up, walked down to make-up.
”Prick.” Mat said, but smiled as he sat down next to Larry. ”So how is it going?”
”It's going fine really.” Larry said. ”It's a bit boring, but you know...” No, it wasn't boring in the least. ”They don't have any names yet, or well, on have. But not the main, main character.”
”Name him Mathew.” Mat said and laughed. ”No, but what does he do?” And Larry had to explain his odd plot, but left out the Zeldenthuis romance.
”I have to go, Zeldenthuis. I have to go back, I need to help the King!”
”No, Mathew, if you do that you will be killed.... Larry looked at the screen. He read the sentence over and over again. At least 5 times. Then he leaned back and decided that he needed a beer. (but he didn't change the name, it fitted the prince with the beautiful hair)
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My friends to, though my friends aren't as cute and forgivable as Jim. (
my friends have left me to die on my own this month, I hope they will come back. XD)Re: [FILL] Larry's Adventures in NaNo-Land Part 6/30
Prince Mathew looked at Zeldenthuis over his sunshades, the train was slowly moving forward. Sometimes he wondered who the man was, what his actual age was, since that varied every time he asked him, and most of the time it was just silly.
Sometimes he wished that he wasn't a prince, but rather a common, ordinary person, free man, without the pressure of people chasing him down streets and up fireescape ladders. Because that had happened, more than one time. Shades didn't help, and no matter what clothes he wore nor how silly his wig was, people, especially girls, seemed to recognize him. Something that the 'common' Zeldenthuis (well, dutch aristocracy didn't count in the British Empire.) didn't have to experience, well, he joked about being pushed of his bicycle, but Prince Mathew couldn't really see him on a bicycle, where would Zeldenthuis keep his sword?
Zeldenthuis looked up from his newspaper. ”They are still looking for you, your maje...”
”Sush, not so loud.” he said. ”No one has caught us yet, so let's try and keep quiet.” Prince Mathew said, leaned back and tried to hide himself from the passerby. He looked out the window, and swallowed. ”Zeldenthuis, do you think it will ever go back to normal? Do you think that I can go home again?”
”I quite like Italy.” Zeldenthuis responded. ”But of course they don't have anything good on the tellie.”
”But, we have far greater things to talk about, like...” He never got to finish his sentence as a woman, with much more garments on than anyone needed, including 3 gloves, and a very silly 18th century wig, which was pink, and blue.
”Are you Prince Prince Mathew?”
Prince Mathew swallowed. ”Oh no, you must be mistaken...”
”No it is you.”
”Run?” Prince Mathew said and Zeldenthuis nodded, they stood up, and pushed past the young woman. Zeldenthuis opened the door, as the prince threw their hats on their hats, but to late. The robotics of the train had already caught the name and they where stuck, it was impossible to move, not only because of the robots in suits, but also because of all the woman, who must be in rutting or something. ”Whatever, Larry, just keep on writing, having their period... that more words, let write that instead.” he mumbled to himself. They looked at each other, and then Zeldenthuis took the prince's hand and pulled him up on the opposite seat, and with a gunshot the glass shattered just so much that he could destroy it. Zeldenthuis jumped out first, then pulled the prince after him. All this happened in less then two seconds. ”Run.” they yelled at each other, like the other didn't realize the obvious.
And they ran, with the staff after them, through the street of another Shut Down City Project, or as the italian state (thank you shitty google translate) called it, Spegni Progetto Città. They shook them off, and Zeldenthuis broke into a house, it had once belonged to someone important, very important, and was rather pretty decorated. Prince Mathew covered the windows while Zeldenthuis checked all of the other rooms in the house. ”Do we have any food?” the prince asked.
”No.” Zeldenthuis said and kissed the prince. ”But I will get us some.”
Had he just demonstrated todays events, but with robots and a little bit more... Die Hard? And why was Zeldenthuis suddenly such a macho man? Whatever, it had filled him that days wordcount. Well it sounded cooler jumping out a window then hiding in the toilet. Yeah, Mat and him had agreed to never use the train again. Carpooling it was. They had also decided that they should write together. Like tomorrow? No, not tomorrow, but on Tuesday?
”Sure thing mate, my place?” Mat said and smiled, oh god his smile was adorable. ”I'll cook.”
”God no, none of your veggie food.” Larry had said. ”I'll buy pizza.” And that had signed deal.
Re: [FILL] Larry's Adventures in NaNo-Land Part 7/30
Mat's apartment was, as one would expect from an artist, very... cluttered with stuff, but not dirty. Guitars, drumsticks, stings, a bicycle, posters and bookcases filled with odd music and movies no one had ever seen. (maybe not even Mat himself.)
They had gone there directly after finishing shooting that day, and bought pizza and then walked up the stairs to get to Mat's apartment. ”Do you do this every day?” Larry asked.
”Yes.” Mat said and laughed. ”How do you think I can eat custard to lunch and look this...” he snapped his fingers. ”fabulous!?” They both laughed at Mat's camp/Gok imitation.
It was the first time that Larry was there, inside of Mat's apartment, and it looked just like he thought it would. The hallway was small and cluttered with Mat's shoes and outwear. Larry suddenly realized that his mother probably had been right when she had pestered him about using the shoe rack, because Larry probably had more shoes than Mat, it just looked like it.
”Come one, let's get you seated....” Mat said and lead Larry to the livingroom. It was painted in a pale blue colour, which was... not really what he expected. The windows where large and led out another cluttered balcony, but this one was cluttered with pots and other gardenstuff. ”It looks better in the summer.” Mat said, he must have noticed that Larry stared at it. ”Much better.”
”Oh, you like... gardening.”
”Oh yes, I love it, when I lived at home we had a garden...” he said, looked at Larry. ”Oh, maybe I should take those, shall we eat first? Watch some tv?” he asked and took the boxes from Larry.
”Yeah, why not?” Larry said. ”I hope you got beer?”
”Beer and coffee and coke, mate!” Mat said as he disappeared into the kitchen. Larry only smiled and sat down, this was going to be a great evening.
Mat was dangerously close to him. He had fallen asleep, with the laptop in his arms, and it had not been long until he had fell against Larry, and now he was drooling on his arm. He wasn't sure what to do. He only knew that he liked it, of course Mat had been closer to him than that but... never in this kind of way, never them all alone, and never had Mat slept on him. (that would've just been weird.)
Larry could smell Mat. He smelled lovely, like soap and cologne. And possibly apples. Or maybe that was the shampoo, Larry wasn't sure. He just leant backwards, to get more comfortable, continued to watch the very boring film that Mat had wanted to watch about... some alien dresses in foile taking over the world?
He pulled up his legs next to him and suddenly Mat's head fell down in his knee. And Mat only mumbled something and snuggled down into Larry's thigh. (that must have been uncomfortable, Larry thought) Larry just sat still and placed a hand on his shoulder. Gently stroked it, he let his hand wander up to his head, buried his hans into the soft curls, continued to let his hand trace down his back...
And as if that darn filmed knew what was going to happen it suddenly started playing really loud (awful) music and Mat woke up. Larry quickly pulled back his hand. ”Oh, sorry man.” Mat said and yawned. ”I didn't... I am so tired, how much is she?”
”Almost 11.30.”
”Damn.” Mat said. ”Well, I guess we should go to sleep.” Larry's brain liked that thought, going to bed with Mat. ”You can crash on the sofa if you like.” he said and smile. ”Brighton is a little bit to far away, right?”
”A little, yes.” Larry said and smiled. They prepared for night, Larry got to borrow a old pair of pants (which where to long) and a washed out t-shirt. Then they said good night.
Larry had only written 346 words that evening, but it was the best write in he had ever been at.
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Re: [FILL] Larry's Adventures in NaNo-Land Part 8/30
Larry woke up at seven, or Mat woke him up. His neck and his body ached, and he just wanted to go back to sleep... in a bed. ”Morning, Larry.” Larry only hummed to an answer. ”Coffee?”
”Yes please.” he said, and sat up, the sun coloured the city in front of him. He hadn't noticed last night, he had been to busy talking with Mat, but when he thought about it now... the sunset had been spectacular. He sighed, and stood up. He turned on the tv, the film had returned to the menu and played that horrible music.
It was to early trying to find the remote control. ”Here you go.” Mat said, and gave him a cup (it was green) with coffee and milk, just like he wanted it.
”Thank you.” he said. Mat looked adorable, his hair was even more messy and only dressed an old t-shirt and boxers. Larry tried not to think about the latter part.
They sat down in Larry's bed, or well Mat's sofa, agreed that they would much rather have scrambled eggs when they arrived on set. ”Can I use your shower?” Larry asked.
”Sure thing.”
Jim called when he was outside, and Mat mentioned that Larry was with him. And Jim could not miss out on that opportunity. ”Aw, when is the wedding?” he said and laughed. ”Tell me everything Mat, how is Larry in bed?”
Larry, used to being funny all the time said: ”I am wonderful, am I not, Mat?”
”Excellent.” Mat said, and fastened his seatbelt.
Jim laughed, and they laughed to, even the driver did so, used to the odd people he had to drive to sometimes even odder places. ”So said, Ben owes me... and I wonder if I can return the wedding gift I bought last night.”
”Oh stop it Jim.” Mat said. ”Or we will bother you with our wordcounts.”
”Oh please don't, show pity, show pity! I am only a man after all!” Jim said. ”Honestly, did you get any writing done?”
”Nah...” Larry said.
”You didn't?” Mat said. ”I finished my goal for the day.”
”I got distracted by that silly movie.” Larry said and leaned back. He wondered how it would be, being married to Mat, or maybe just being his boyfriend. They would live together, Mat made great coffee and Larry could live with watching bad movies and horrible music. And they could get a dog and name it something cheesy. And of course, Laurence Baynton sounded good, but Mathew Rickard even better.
Oh god, what was he doing? Concentrate Lazza, he thought, you are not going to marry him, he could probably get better than him. Plus you work together. Not a good combo at all.
”Are you listening Laz?”
”What?”
”You haven't tweeted yet, the fans will wonder if you are alive or not?” Mat said, and smiled, oh dear his smile was wonderful.
”Yeah man, if you don't tweet... who knows what will happen?”
Lazabotron Laurence Rickard
@realjimhowick wants me to tell you that I am a live. He haven't killed me yet!
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Larry wrote and wrote, he was soon up in almost seventeen thousand words. Amazing. Even George thought that. ”Have you cheated?” he asked.
”No. I am just very inspired at the moment.” At the very moment the prince and his companion had gotten to greece and was fighting zombie robots (because that was two short word, otherwise he would have called them malfunctioning robots, but he couldn't bother to write that.)
George smile, on the other end of the line. They where still the old-fashion types who rather called the other person when they had a lot to say. ”Is it that guy you have been talking about for the past... three years?”
”I haven't talked about him for three years.” Larry said. He was on the train back home, it wasn't that crowded though, so nobody would hear what he had to say next. ”I slept at his place to night.”
”Oh...” George began, snickered as he drank his coffee. ”Really?”
”Nothing happened, alright. He is writing to, so we decided to write together. And yeah, he fell asleep upon me.”
”Your normal luck then.” George said.
”I am going to ask him out when we have finished shooting for this season. Well, not on friday, but on Saturday.” Larry had carefully taken that decision. If one could be best friends and work together, then why would one not be able to be married... he meant boyfriends.
”Oh really. Good for you Laz!”
”Yes, I was thinking of taking him to a restaurant.”
”Really, that is quite... normal. Would have thought you were the wilder type, Lazza. Like... cooking for him yourself.”
”He doesn't eat meat.”
George fell silent. ”Sorry, sorry, I thought I heard something else.”
”You heard what you wanted to hear, as usual.” Larry said. ”Either way... should I?”
”I say go for it, if he says no, claim you meant as friends.” George said and yawned. ”Either way... say a number, for a hotel room.”
”328.” Larry said.
”Thanks mate. I have to go, but... good luck and all that!”
Yes, good luck. He was going to ask out the king of campness. (but first he needed to get this ridiculous tan of himself, he looked like a carrot.)
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Also, I trust that all know that Martha's dog is named Wally, there is no weird man being patted in this story. (yet)
4000 words in about 3 minutes. Think if he could write as fast as he could talk. Then he would be done with his nano in... 4000 times three... 60 minutes in an hour... uhm, 38 minutes? Well, it would be a confusing story, about helicopters and some war, or more than one world, and... or, that wouldn't be Larry's nano, that would be Bobsie's story, wouldn't it? Larry would really like to read Bob's nano... preferably parted into 12 different ”Bob Report” segments, so that he would not have to write it again.
Not that he didn't like it. Okay he sort of didn't, it was fun watching but... not as much fun making it. Sitting in make-up for an eternity, and seeing himself grow (even) older, but getting dressed up in a suit was way better than a viking (with a beard, beards where awful.) or an egyptian (though that was more because of the tan, egyptian beards was usually okay actually). But in the end, a normal suit wasn't better than a victorian suit, because that usually meant that Mat would dress up in one to, and Mat with his hair combed and still looking all strange and weird, oh. Larry liked that, quite a lot actually. Sometimes a bit to much.
Back to Bob, oh that sounded good... maybe Bob could say that, trick the viewers that it was ”Back to Sam” but it was really ”or so we taught!”. ”No. I need to stick to the script.” he said. Martha looked at him.
”What?” she said.
”I was mentally adding things to Bobsie's speech, not a good idea.”
”No it isn't.” Martha said.
Larry smiled. He was now transformed into an old man, he must remember to take another picture for his twitter followers. ”Martha.” he said, and she hummed, patting Wally.
”You want to hold him.”
”You make him sound like he is your first born.” Larry said, but gently took the dog in his arms, he really liked dogs, what was not to like about them? They where soft, cuddly, and they loved to distract you from your work, the perfect friend. (but one couldn't take them to the pub, that was the only downside with having a dog as your best friend... and that it seemed a bit mental, but otherwise than that, perfect.)
”Well he sort of is.” she said and patted him, the dog then, not Larry.
He looked at Martha, she was a kind and hilarious. (not hi-larry-ous, no, no, not the same joke twice, it didn't even make sense at this moment, god sake Lazza) ”Martha, what do you think about dating someone you work with.”
Martha looked at him, confused. ”Larry, I do not fancy you in any way...”
”Oh no, oh no, I didn't mean you!”
”You didn't... but then who? Alice isn't available.” she said.
”Mat.” he blurted out, it had not been his intention to tell her who, but she only smiled.
”I knew it!” she said. ”The way you look at him, I knew it. Or actually I didn't at all, but who cares, I always wanted to be able to say that.”
”So, do you think I should ask him out?”
”Yes, why not!” Martha said. ”Do it Lazza.”
”George said so too, so I guess I will do it. Ask him. Oh god.” he said, and smiled down at Wally. Why was he so cuddly?
”Do it, and on your wedding day I want to be properly thanked.”
He smiled. She deserved being nominated for that BAFTA. ”You are a bit mental, aren't you?”
”Of course I am.” she said, and picked up Wally, set him down on the floor. ”Just like you, Laz.”
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The last day had gone brilliant. Well, of course it would be, they where filming with Simon, and Simon always meant fun. And it was especially fun when Simon was Death. Because... well, it just was. Simon was rather crazy, he had been everywhere, and that made him extremely good at telling stories, and anecdotes. Some of them was probably just made up on the spot, but they where still hilarious.
Larry was dressed up as a tudor man (he can't say more, he would be fired if he said who he was dressed up as) with an arrow through his head. It reminded him of... that evil guys sidekick from Pocahontas, only Larry was younger (older) and worse (better) looking than that guy.
Though the last day was slower, they got in later, and they would only film one or two sketches. He was met by Simon, already in his wig and make-up. He looked scary, freaky and funny at the same time. Especially since he was still in his modern, green pants. ”Hello dude!” he said. ”Last day today! Sad moment, hope we'll get to do this again next year.”
”Yeah. If BBC can afford my salary that is.” Larry replied. ”So, what do you got in store for us today?”
”Not what's in the script at least, haven't learned it yet.” Simon said, Larry smiled. ”Oh by the way, are you going to come tonight?”
”Of course I am!” Larry said, after realizing that Simon meant the... pub party thing. Where Jim was going to dance and they where all going to get drunk, because, yes, that was what they usually did... after finishing a series, not all the time, that wouldn't be good for Horrible Histories reputation. (CHILDREN'S ACTORS FOR POPULAR TV-SHOW GET DRUNK AND DANCE WHILE RECORDING SERIOUS HISTORICAL STUFF!!)
”Nice, so, tudor today, with Mat, right.” Simon made it sound like he was just saying the obvious, but it was really a question. The man was great, but learned his lines in the last minute.
Larry nodded. ”Yes, with Mat, and you, not sure which one I should avoid more.”
”Mat, man, you should avoid Mat, I read the Matfacts.”
”Those are old, Simon!”
”I am a bit slow, alright, it's not my fault that I have more important things to do than to be on twitter and writing number signs before I write funny things without spaces.”
”It's called a hashtag.” Larry had had a problem with writing words together, it just felt wrong! He also tried to save everything he wrote on the internet.
”What ever, where is Baynton?”
”I think that he is going to come any minute now.” Larry said and sat down. ”He is having lunch with Jim, I suspect that they might be drinking.”
”Typical them, typical men!” Simon said and threw himself down next to Larry. ”Larry.” he said.
”Yes?” Larry said.
”I heard from Martha that you where going to ask Mat out.”
Larry rolled his eyes, but then, what had he thought when he told Martha? He should be glad she didn't put on twitter or rang the news or something. ”Yeah, well... yeah.” was all he could do. ”I sort of figured, what's the worst that can happen?”
Simon looked at him: ”He says no, and you will feel awkward?”
”See I thought about that, if he says no, I will laugh and said I was joking.” Larry said.
”What, are you telling a joke, I want to hear it Larry!” Larry turned around to see Mat standing in the doorway, with Jim right behind him.
”No, I am not, I am going to tell someone that though.” Larry said and smiled. Even though he wanted to sink trough the floor. But Mat could not have heard what he had said first, right?
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After the last scene they all got dressed in their regular clothes, and out of wigs and make-up, though Mat argued that he should wear the arrow (Caroline said no, it belonged to the studio, not him and bla bla bla remember what happened to something bla bla bla Larry had stopped listening ages ago), shed a couple of tears and then it was time to get going.
They always went to the same place after wrapping up a new series. It was a modern (sort of) pub not far from where the studio, they would all walk their, laughing with each other, cheering and just being generally happy. Because today was not a day for singing and dancing (but when they got drunk, they did it anyway), it wasn't the happiest day of the year, no.
It was a sad time, every time that their little family got split up, because maybe it would be the last time they ever meet each other (to film) again. They would all see each other at the BAFTAs of course, but it just wasn't the same thing. (BAFTAs was more of a fun party where they won stuff, alright now it sounded like he was boasting, but... yeah, if series two won a BAFTA... then series three was worth about... 7 BAFTAs... okay, Larry wasn't really sure how many BAFTAs there were, he didn't count and before they won theirs he had just been bored, and drinking (and making fun of Ben for bringing his cricket hat), and when they had won he was just focusing on that, to happy to do anything at all then feel awesome)
Larry tried not to think about so many things at once, but sometimes he wondered if his brain just didn't realize that sometimes, sometimes it could shut up?
They all got drunk, drinking not only beer but also vodka and other spirits. The pub/bar was dark, and played great music, and it had some sort of dance floor to those people with less self respect and more selfconsience then Larry could dance.
He was alright with sitting there, just taking everything in, and drinking of course. He wondered how he was going to ask Mat, who looked adorable, sitting on the other side of the table talking to Ben, Larry guessed that they were either talking about cricket or some of Mat's favorite bands that no one had heard of. (oh, that was the charm with Mat, it really was, his odd interests and that he would always stand up for the right thing.)
Soon it was only him, Ben, Simon and Mat at the table. Simon was staring into his bottle, like if he had found a new world inside of it. Then, suddenly he looked up at Ben. ”Let's go dance!”
”What?” Ben said.
”I want to dance with you now, Ben!” Simon stood up, all to sudden and pulled Ben with him, down to the dance floor, leaving Larry and Mat all alone. Bastard.
And Larry started talking with Mat, about NaNoWriMo, and about their worldcounts. And then Larry had a shot, and with the alcohol making him much braver he finally said: ”Yeah, well, eh...” Larry began. ”I have been thinking... and uh, would you like to go out with me.”
It broke every rule he had ever read in his sisters magazines, he should have casually asked Mat if he wanted to grab a coffee, now he sounded like he wanted to get married and get a house together.
During the few seconds that passed Larry regretted what he had said a million times and another million times he said that it would be okay. And then Mat smiled. ”Yes, yes I do want to go out with you Larry. I know a great restaurant, what about tomorrow?”
”Sure.” Larry said, well, that went great, didn't it?
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There will be... a plot!? dun-dun-duuuun...
Oh but the plot is so excellent already! It shall get better? *camps out next to fill*
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(Anonymous) 2011-11-22 03:20 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Larry's Adventures in NaNo-Land Part 7/30
This is still *snaps fingers* fabulous. It really is. I can't really express my love for it properly :)
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I am so glad that you like it!