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[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

There's a Carl in the bar.

Wary, somewhat nervous-He tried to call Jack and-surprise the phone was busy.

So he's come here looking for him.
But he's up for finding anybody.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Here's someone Carl might find interesting. Mark's at a table, camera parts all over the place, cleaning them, with his leg propped up on a chair.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl's always interested in Camera parts.

"Awful small for a camera."

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark looks up. Ah, oblivion. "Well, it's a portable one. Actually, for my time, it's old-fashioned. And big. There's actually cameras that I've heard of the size of business cards." He grins. "You into film?"

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl's eyes go wide at the mention of business cards.

However at the rest-those eyes go wide with indignation, "Into film? ever hear of tribal brides of the Amazon? Ever-"

He sighs. Lacking his usual little Magic trick he pulls out a businesscard.

It reads:

CARL DENHAM.
PRODUCER. DIRECTOR.
UNITED ARTISTS PICTURES
1931.

"s'abit old but it says it all." Carl's voice is cheerful, "What about you?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Holy shit. Mark blinks, swallows, then calms himself. He can handle this. Really he can. He's met lots of people in the bar. This is just... another person. Digging in his camera bag, he comes up with a business card as well:

Mark Cohen
Today for You Productions: Bohemeian Films

Eleventh Street and Avenue B, NYC

"I'm Mark. I'm, well, I make mainly documentaries."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl takes the card, turning it over in his hands, "...Documentaries?"

Carl smiles
Because he's never heard of Today For You Productions, he nods as he turns it over, considering this.

"You distrubute um' yourself?" he looks amazed, "...wait-you're not from my time huh?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark shakes his head. "No. It's 1999 back home. And let me tell you, it's -hell- to get theatres to take films not from a major studio." He pauses. "But, well, I had a film that really took off, and people liked what they saw, so I started distributing other films who didn't want to go with a major studio. The people who create and make the films get the money from them, not any sort of bigwigs." He shrugs. "It's a novel idea, even in my time."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl's mouth opens and closes.

But he recovers the fumble, barely and manages to stammer, "He-Hell yeah it is."

There's a twinge of envy in his voice, "Reminds me of when I was just starting out-but then again the only studio was edison's orange studio and this was before talkies o' course..."

There are numerous questions carl wants to ask him.

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark -grins-. "That must have been awesome, being part of film just starting up. I've read so much about that, the ideas that got people started with silent films, and then into the talkies, and then colour."

[pineappl-chunks.livejournal.com]

Kris is getting food from bar and smiles as she passes.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl returns the smile, "Hello there ma'am."

He's everything but polite.

[pineappl-chunks.livejournal.com]

"Hi." She smiles, it's been far too long since she's met new people. Over three million years in fact.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

And Carl? well-Carl's carl.

He points, rather stupidly, "That looks good."

To the food.

[pineappl-chunks.livejournal.com]

"It's better than what I have to eat back home." She looks to the plate, chicken caeser salad.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"I can relate to that." Carl says. That sound you hear may or may not be his stomache rumbling, "But then again food's kind of scarce where I'm from."

Cue Introductions.

A little more back on his feet he magics out a businesscard, "Carl Denham. At your service."

[pineappl-chunks.livejournal.com]

"Would you like some?" Kris asks, she can always get some more food later. Kris then blinks at the card and takes it. "Kristine Kochanski."

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

Carl waves a hand, "Far be it from me to steal somebody else's dinner. besides, I'm sure my wife's got food waiting for me back in my world." He twitches at that, "Millie's rather overprotective of the idea of our family continuing to eat what with the depression on."

He shrugs.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Mun? Is weak.

So there's a Jack entering the bar. It's quite obvious he's just come in from the city, because he's wearing his hat and coat, both of which are dusted in snow.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

And here's CARL.

"Jack!"

A bit aggrevated.

"What's the deal pal? I call your house and your housekeeper says you aren't there the first time and the second time, your MOM'S there."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"How long's it been since I've been here last?" he asks, removing his hat and brushing the snow off his shoulders.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"What?" Carl blinks, "...I dunno-I just got in myself."

He shrugs, "Why, something up?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"I just left two days ago." He unbuttons his coat. "Mom's been following me everywhere. I half expect her to ask me to move back in with her and dad."

Like that was going to happen.

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"Oh to be young, rich, and with parents." Carl winks, "Ya know she's probably got some "young debutante" she wants you to meet."

A grin.

"Can't stay away from this place." Carl sounds a little withdrawn, "Keep tryin' heh..."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"She's got several of 'em lined up, Carl," he says, exasparated, and maybe a tad bit sadder than usual. He removes his jacket and heads over to the bar. "Buy you a drink?"

[hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com]

"I can never say no to that buddy." Carl holds out a glass, "Ho-Rah. Had another meeting with the brass about theaterspace so.."

he shrugs, "Thank you kindly."