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<p class="MsoNormal">NRPG: hope this is ok – let me know if you want anything edited out.</p>
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<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">Mission: Lights, Camera….Action?</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">Day: 1</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="margin:0cm"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Trailer B4 – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 0930)</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">It took a bit of time but eventually Janice found a small mobile building with her name on it – Well Ava’s. Turning the door handle she went inside where a man was sitting in a chair looking towards the door.
He looked a bit rugged and wore a finely trailered suit.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“There’s my number one client – told you this gig would work out doll,” He talked fast – very fast. She looked up giving a small smile before taking out a brown cylindrical object and lit it on fire. He took
it to his mouth and inhaled and exhaled a large puff of smoke. The smell... was awful.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Excuse me?” Janice looked at him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Baby – babushka – I told you, you were star material. I know you want to keep it low key but this is a big step for us,” he drew on the cigar once more.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Do you mind,” she looked at him a bit annoyed and moved over to what she assumed was her part of the trailer.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Sorry doll,” he quickly stubbed it out and dusted the end off into an ash tray nearby, “Are you ready for today?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">~An awkward question – what was today~ “I was just going to get changed out of this. Wardrobe might be wanting it back?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Nah – that’s prefect,” he held up his hands making an L shape with both and held them up as if framing her in a picture, “The kids will love the look.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Janice had taken just about all she could handle right now and sat in a seat looking at the floor and held her head in her hands.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“You alright doll? Let me get you some aspirin,” he went to stand up but stopped as Janice raised her hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“You’re my agent?” she asked<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“John Dillinger Esquire – we get the plots – you pick the shots,”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Right - Can you do me a favour – pretend ive forgotten the last six months and give me the rundown on everything we have been doing please.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Sure thing kid,” he pulled out a small briefcase from beside him and opened it. “We had to pull some strings to get you moved over to the Exeter series but its paying off dividends. The people who liked you
in the Illuminar have started to watch the Exeter as well. Took a bit of talk with the producers to work out but its going well. Took a bit to get you settled in Toronto but its a nice enough place. Apart form that kiddo i’ve got a few minor roles in some
other shows for you to look at – nothing big but its the small bits you were looking for. There is a convention today where some of the cast is attending but we had a chat with the President of your fan decided it would be best to raffle off the chance for
a meet and greet with some of them. Also as requested all the proceeds go to the animal rescue centres across the country. Taking that collie in off the street certainly got you a lot of good favour. Gotta say kid – you make it easy being your agent by keeping
such a positive reputation with you fans. Dont worry its just a few of them here today.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Janice looked at him. It was a lot to take in. She didn’t remember any of it. Any of Ava’s life. “And the fans – we are meeting them today?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Sure thing – here in the studio. Those kids look up to you – you a role model to them all?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">He nodded, “One hundred percent – another reason my job is so easy - see,”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“But – will wardrobe want this...” she tugged her costume but was interrupted.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Dont you worry about that kid. Johns taken care of it. Also got you this.”
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">He lifted over a case from behind the chair he was sitting on. Janice recognised it immediately and pulled it towards her sitting it onto her lap. The weight was off. She started to type a code into the number
pad on the box but nothing happened. Taking one hand she ran it over the Starfleet issue box and just opened it without any effort, “My rifle...”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Thats right kid – Gotta get that photo op in. The fans will love it. Now strap it on and lets get heading out to the lot they should be arriving soon. With any luck we can grab some of your fellow cast for
a quick snap too.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Janice looked at the rifle and took it out. Unsurprisingly it didn’t work but there was a button on it that lit it up as if it were hers. ~This is mine?~<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Standing up John moved to the door and inaudibly yelled. Suddenly a few people came in and spun Janice round in her chair quickly appling a smattering of make up and quickly fixing her hair and appearance.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Relax kid – these guys are pros and will have you looking top notch faster than an intern in New York getting coffee from the Starbucks down the street for their boss.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Not like Janice had a choice she was pinned in the seat as the pair worked on her and just as swiftly they were done.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Come on kid,”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<span style="font-size:12.0pt;color:black">(Toronto –Pinewood Toronto Studios, Lot 3 – ACEO Lieutenant Janice Hammerfield / Ava Kelly – 1000)</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Standing outside the studio in on of the parking lots Ava’s agent took her over to a small cordoned off area.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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“Stay here doll. Let me get the crowd ready and ill send them in one by one for you – play nice.” he gave her a wave and left her in the sectioned off area.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Taking a look about Janice could see there was a green screen behind her against one wall and other setup with a small wooden desk by it with some pictures of her. Ones she had never seen before with Ava Kelly
sprawled over it in her handwriting. Taking a seat facing out she sat down at the desk and waited.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Soon a few people moved round for the side mostly teenagers going right up to young adults. Most had some version of a Starfleet uniform on and she guessed that was probably to take some photos. Janice watched
as some of their eyes lit up at seeing her at the desk. Some nervously moved forward to the table and others stepped so fast it might have been considered a jog.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">~Ok – remember these guys think your some actor. They like you for being on the show – play into it. Maybe there will be some time to break away and gather your thoughts~<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Hi Miss Kelly – Im the president of your fan club. Its great to finally meet you,” A younger man said holding out his hand wearing what appeared to be a set of captain pips.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“A pleasure to meet you...” she paused and looked at their faces – smiling. They came there to see her. ~Even if this is some weird fantasy or not I cant let these guys down. Play into it~ “... Captain...”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Captain Alex Heron Ma’am,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Janice nodded and looked at the rest of them, “And I presume this is your crew. Its great to see you all,”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Suddenly there was a volley of questions for her from everyone it was hard to make out even one.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Ok guys... calm down,” She stood up and waved her hands as they leaned on her every word, “One at a time – Left to right ok...”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Umm Miss Kelly...” stated a younger kid.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Its ok call me Janice,” she winked at her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">She smiled back and blushed, “Miss Janice – Is it hard working in space all the time?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“What a great question,” She praised them while she thought up a response, “I can’t think of a better place to work and with a great set of people too – that’s the thing that makes the difference.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Me me me...” said another kid bouncing up and down, “what’s your favourite colour – mine is green cause it reminds me of cucumbers.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">She gave a little giggle, “Mine is red – a really dark red. I like wearing those colours.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">The questions went on for a short while and she did her best to politely reply to them all an signed a picture of her and handed it to them until she got to the last question from ‘Captain’ Heron<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Janice – in the last season your character got pretty roughed up. Was that a hard scene to shoot?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">She paused for a moment and looked at the ground. To her she could remember the fight in the science lab – was that even real? “It brought.... some subjects very close to home. I hope it was just a one off.”
She raised her hand and wiped the water forming in her eyes before her agent at the back pointed to the green screen.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Who wants some pictures?” she smiled standing up and holding her rifle, “How about a big group photo first,”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">Quickly they all huddled round her in the green screen an her agent careful placed everyone to get a fantastic photo. Nodding at Janice she looked down at them all then what must have been the imaging device
in the agents hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“Ok everyone,” she smiled, “In there say Exeter. Three, two, one,”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">“EXETER!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt">(Reply Any in the studio)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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