OOC: I usually hate ending sims like this, but this one is getting long in the tooth and I know Linds is getting ready to do the next one so, without further ado:

IC: Golfink adjusted the cufflinks on his tuxedo, tugging on the sleeves so that the shiny pieces of metal flashed out from the cuff of the jacket. He was nervous but it was coming off as cranky, as it usually did with the small little man. “Are we ready?” he asked Prem harshly as he walked around the holodeck inspecting everything to the finest detail.

He had decorated the space to map to the inside of Grauman’s Chinese Theatre as it was in the mid-1960s. His big premier for a commercial, was going to be as extravagant as he could possibly do, and having access to a holodeck made that goal too easy to achieve.

Prem did not look happy to be there either, but for different reasons. Used to a more utilitarian dress, she moved awkwardly in her evening gown and gloves. “How women wore these are beyond me. Why do you have everything like this anyway?” she asked her boss as she reached out and adjusted the little row of medals pinned to the pocket of his jacket.

“Because this is when cinema was an artform and not just cheap mass produced holovids designed to entertain and be disposed of without thought. This was the age of Ben Hur, the Godfather, and Wizard of Oz, movies generations upon generations removed that we still talk about,” he started to pontificate before his assistant cut him off.

“You still talk about, Golfink. We are forced to listen. You prattle on and on,” she sternly reminded him. “I suggest you not bring that up with the crew when they get here. They aren’t as passionate about this as you are. Now, the twins have finished the editing and loaded it into the holodeck so when you are ready, it will project on the front screen just like, well, a movie. Are you sure you want to wear your decorations?”
The man nodded absentmindedly then deflected once again, “Do we know who will be here? Surely, they will want to see what all this was for, all the drama they caused, all the…” He waved his hand around, “I don’t think they like me or my process very much.”

“No one likes you or your process. Especially not your process,” Prem teased him softly with a warm grin, “But many people do respect your work. Come on, shall I notify the captain for you?”

“You are a petulant creature,” he retorted with a snort as he adjusted his tie. “Yes call the captain, let’s get this over with.”
Prem tilted her head and pressed the chime on the arch. =/\=Prem to Captain Taylor. I believe we are ready for you, ma’am=/\=

GM Wombat