EXETERRPG: (1, 0930) CO, Captain Trip Williams/Tristan Steele

[Will Banowsky]

Mission: Lights, Camera….Action?
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.01.01/2025.06.30

(Toronto, Canada - Star Trek: Exeter, Producer's office - CO, Captain Trip
Williams/Tristan Steele -0930)

Trip sat down in an office filled with pictures, trophies, and sports
memorabilia. The bearded man across from him smiled. He was wearing a Grey
three piece suit, with a white shirt and purple paisley tie. However the
jacket was hanging on a rack in the corner. The sign on the door said
William G. Banowsky, Esq. Executive Producer and Showrunner. The bearded
man smiled. In another world, this man may have been a priest. But his life
took a different turn, and he ended up in show business. He was a patient
person, to an extent.

"Tristan, good to see ya." The man said with a smile. "Sorry for the early
meeting. Just want to get this over with."

"I understand." Trip replied. "Umm, this is about the contract signing?"
Trip said, assuming the nature of the meeting.

"Yes. Look, its what you wanted. We would have been happy to work with you,
even if you hadn't decided to, leak your false intentions."

Trip just nodded.

"Look Tristan, I've known you a long time, a long, long time. I was excited
to finally work with you, and I've followed your career with joy. But this,
this kinda tactic. It's beneath you. I'm a straight shooter. Be straight
with me. I'll always tell you where you stand. But this, this was an
unnecessary dick move. I went to bat for you, told them this isn't a
reflection of who you are. I get wanting to branch out, and being in a
Marvel project is a big deal. But this, yeah."

"Ummm, sorry." Trip replied not knowing what to say.

"Look, you're talented, but don't buy into your hype. Be less Tristan
Steele, be more Tristan Romanowski. You're a good person, even if you act
like a tool sometimes."

Trip just looked blanky. ~I feel like I'm being chewed out for somebody
else's actions.~

"Anyways, the contract is on the desk. Sign both copies. You keep one of
the folders. Bud, you will do gret you just need to relax and enjoy the
ride. Now go home or something. There is a read through this afternoon, but
its just for the ensemble you and Gabby aren't needed."

"Umm ok. Sure thing boss." Trip said as he looked at the contracts. He was
unsure of how to sign it. He hesitated.

"Everything ok?" Will the Producer asked.

"Yeah, just, umm thinking. Sorry for the dick move." Trip replied.

"It's ok." The producer replied.

Trip then scanned the room and saw a poster of him as a wrestler on the
wall, with his signature on it. But he was confused, as the contract said
Tristan Romanowski. Then he realized, the signature just said Tristan in a
bunch of cursive flair. He figured that might do the trick. He signed the
name. Felt odd, made him feel like a fraud.

"That ok?" Trip asked.

"Yup. No go, enjoy your day."

Trip nodded and left the room contract in hand, the clock on the wall said
it was 9:45 in the morning. At the moment he existed a production assistant
walked up to him. "Here is your daily social media report." She said. "It's
got a list of all the mentions of you on twitter."

~What the hell is a twitter.~ Trip thought to himself as he took the report
and thanked the assistant. As he scanned the report, not knowing how
terrible twitter actually was, one thought came to mind,

~Am I really a dick?~

Trip then paused, confused, unsettled. Because for a brief instant, a brief
moment, he wasn't thinking as himself, those weren't his thoughts. It felt
like they belonged to someone else.

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(posted by Will)
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