the_antiangst | Out of Milliways: a set visit

Out of Milliways: a set visit

Santa Fe's quite warm this time of year, but it's a drier heat than what Angel remembers from New York. In any case, it certainly looks the part for Holy Wood.
"Okay, a movie set really shouldn't be that hard to find, especially out here. And once we get there, I doubt we'll have any problems."

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Sara glances around appreciatively, smiling when she sees the Oscars.

"Nice, very nice. Reminds me of the Life in some ways."

Angel grins. "It's entirely its own, for all that. They're both great places, though."
Collins is around, but keeping himself quite busy. He does find time, though, to stare at their table for a moment, and then just shake his head.
There's still a definite undertone of 'we are talking about this one later,' and Angel wasn't really expecting anything less.

Mark shrugs. "I guess Collins and I had some of the Life in mind when we did it, but it really is its own place." He smiles. "It's really Collins' thing, though. He's the one who always wanted to have this place."

Sara gives Collins a wave.

"I can see why. The atmosphere here is wonderful--not stifling, the way you'll find in other places."

"And if the line was any indication, it's really taken off."

Mark grins. "It has."

A waitress comes over to the table, blinking a bit oddly. "Um. hi, Mr. Cohen. Can, I, er, get you and your friends something to drink, or, er, are you ready to order?"

"I'd like some iced tea and a few more minutes to study the menu," Sara says politely, giving the waitress a smile.

"Just water for me, thanks."

"Iced tea for me as well." Mark smiles at the girl, a bit conspiriatorially. "And relax. Seriously. No one at this table's going to bite. Or fire you if that's what you're worried about."

The waitress actually laughs, then walks off, returning a moment later with the drinks and a smile, and the disappears to another table.

"How is filming coming along?"

"Oh, it goes. I swear the dog we have for Gaspode has a mind of his own, but then agian, it fits his character, so we deal. Other than that, it's been going fairly well, I think. There's only a few of us who have been on a real set before, myself definitely -not- included. Then again, we never do anything the normal Holy Wood way anyway."

"I think avoiding the normal way's part of what got you the rights anyway."

"It probably is. Besides, I'm sure that's making it more enjoyable for most of the people involved."

The waitress returns, taking their food orders.

"Well, yeah. That's why most of the people came to work on this specific film. I've never exactly done things in the way most people think is normal." He shrugs. "I like it that way. And, for what it's worth, I think it'll make a better film."

Angel shrugs. "In any case, your fan base will be thrilled to hear you've got something else in the works."

"Shame it's not the sequel that they've been waiting for."

Mark facepalms at Sara. "I still don't exactly know how they expect me to write a sequel of my life. There's no way it could be anything but a stand-alone film."

"And really, he wouldn't even be able to get the best character back for it."

"Not that that seems to have stopped you," a teenage girl's voice shoots back, as its owner approaches the table. "Seriously. What happened to one time only?"

Angel shrugs. "Can I help it if people keep making wishes on my behalf?"

"Blame me if you have to," Sara says dryly. "But I don't think his friends are going to object too much."

"I had nothing to do with this one, Meredith, I swear." Mark facepalms. "Pull up a chair. Sara, this is Meredith, one of the regulars around here, and rather a little fan. She, well, she knows quite a lot about things. Meredith, this is my girlfriend Sara."

Angel grins. "He didn't have anything to do with the Osrics, either. I seriously didn't think I'd be able to make it until the night before."

"Yeah, that's what they all say." Meredith pulls up a chair, and then raises an eyebrow. "Girlfriend, huh? Good to meet you."

"Guilty as charged," she says, still a bit dry. "You, too. And this can be blamed on me via similar method that got Angel to the Oscars."

Well, that's as clear as mud, isn't it?

"...Oh, so you're from the bar. That explains a bit." Meredith knows to keep her voice down when the place comes up in conversation, especially when the restaurant's this crowded.

"That she is." Angel shrugs. "Family's a funny thing like that."

"Yup." Mark grins. "Angel'd already adopted her before she and I really started talking." He smiles at Sara, a rather beaming expression.

"When in doubt, blame Milliways. The six-degrees of separation game gets really interesting there." She grins at Mark.

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