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So what happens when the mun wants to toss Angel at three separate entrance posts, but doesn't have that kind of energy right now?
Angel gets his own entrance post, that's what.
So: Couch by fireplace, pizza, fuzzy gender line - standard fare, for Angel. Have at.

(OOC: Tags may occasionally be slow, as am a bit scatterbrained and theoretically getting useful stuff done. But yes.)

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And we have a gigglefit. Filming or taking pictures of people with cameras in front of their faces is just plain amusing, after all.

Mark smirks. "What? At least if I have my camera in front of my face, people won't see that I'm totally out of place there."

"Oh, you'll be fine, honey. It's not anything to get all worked up over."

"Only the biggest award in the film 'verse, really. Something that I'm not a part of anyway, and that I'm not even going to get." He shrugs. "Hell, I get to see Maureen in a formal dress. That's really why I'm going."

"May not want to tell the rest of the world that." Angel grins.

Mark laughs. "Adam would kick my ass if I did." He shrugs, then a little grin creeps across his face. "When I was little, before I realized what hell Holy Wood was, I dreamed of going to the Osrics. And now that I'm going, I don't want to."

"What, just because the Academy's silly enough to consider you for a mainstream award?"
And even as he says it, he knows that's likely the problem, the way Mark's been struggling with trying to keep the mainstream at bay.

"Right in one, as always, Angel." Mark sits on the side of the table that -doesn't- have film equipment all over it, and puts his face in his hands. "That's not the -point- of the film. It's not what I intended at all. It just all feels wrong. I've considered withdrawing from the nominations, pulling out of it, but Adam won't let me." Pause. "I feel like I've sold out."

"You haven't sold out. It's not your fault people don't quite get it. You just put something out there that you thought people needed to hear, and you did it your own way. My offer to kick your ass at the first hint of selling out stands."

"Yeah. I guess. I'm just... I don't know. It just doesn't feel right." He shrugs.

"Don't worry about it so much. You're still doing things on your own terms. Let the mainstream lose its mind as it will."

"I guess." He pauses. "And really, it's not like some people who just want to be out of the mainstream at any cost, even going against what they stand for to be deviant." Pause. "It's standing for something, and having certain principles no matter what anyone else says."

Angel nods. "You're good at what you do. And you're at least getting through to people a little bit, on your own terms."

"I try. Really, it's all I can do. If people listen to me, wonderful. If they don't, well, they're the dumbasses." He pauses. "Er, not that I think I'm right in everything, mind."

"I know. And really, making the effort beats sitting on your ass doing nothing."

"Yeah. Exactly." Mark shrugs. "Read somewhere once that you can't bitch about something unless you've tried to change it."

Angel grins. "True enough."

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