Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 25, 2015 0:56:43 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON TWO. EPISODE EIGHTEEN.
"First opened in 1927, the lot has been in continuous operation for eight decades." The tour guide spoke through her microphone, gesturing with one hand vaguely at important locations they passed. "Now, to the right, here is Stars Hollow. It's the setting for the television series, Gilmore Girls, one of our longest running family shows. And if we're lucky, we might even catch one of the show's stars on their way to rehearsal." All but one of the trolley's passengers strained their eyes to try and see if Lauren Graham or Alexis Bledgel were any of the small group of script-holding people heading for "Luke's Diner". Sam stared straight ahead, uninterested and unimpressed. "Check it out man." Dean elbowed Sam in the ribs. "Hollywood stars." Sam waited for another second and then decided he'd had enough. "Come on." He hopped from the slow moving trolley and began walking in the opposite direction. "We didn't finish the tour" Dean objected, following him reluctantly. Sam kept walking. "Hey Sammy check it out" Dean piped up with excitedly after a few minutes. "It's Matt Damon." He pointed. Sam flicked his eyes to the side and then shook his head with a bemused smile. "Yeah...pretty sure that's not Matt Damon." "It is" Dean insisted. "Well Matt Damon just picked up a broom and started sweeping" Sam pointed out. Dean stuck to his original assessment with a breezy, "he's probably just researching for a roll or something." Sam rolled his eyes and gestured to his left. "I don't think so. Now come on, I think Stage Nine is this way."
"No come on, let's keep going this way." Dean pointed straight ahead. Sam shot it down at once. "No. We've got to work." At Dean's heavy sigh, he reminded his brother somewhat bitterly, "hey, you were the one who wanted to come to LA." "Yeah, for a vacation" Dean grumbled. "You know, like swimming and movie stars and..." He trailed off and then tried again with a different approach. "I just figured that, you know, after everything that happened with...Madison...you could use a little R-and-R, that's all." Sam appreciated the sentiment, but sitting around dwelling on Madison was not really what he needed right now. And if he was on a vacation, his mind would wander. Straight to Madison. It had only been a week since he'd had to shoot her and those kinds of things don't really clear from your mind too quickly. "Well, maybe I wanna work, Dean" he put out there stiffly. "Maybe it keeps my mind off things."
Dean backed off. "Okay, okay, all right. So, this crew guy - he died on set?" Sam felt slightly guilty for jumping down Dean's throat. Moving past this quickly, he nodded affirmatively. "Yeah, uh, rumors are spreading like wildfire online. They're saying the set's haunted." "Like poltergeist" Dean theorized. Sam nodded. "Could be a poltergeist" he agreed thoughtfully. Though he knew it took a great deal of vengefulness to turn from a simple ghost into a poltergeist. Dean was shaking his head. "No, no, like the movie poltergeist I mean." Sam's face remained blank. Dean sighed. "You know nothing of your cultural heritage, do you?" He glanced sideways at Sam as they walked, continuing to explain. "It was rumored that the set of "Poltergeist" was cursed. That they used real human bones as props. And, like, at least three of the actors died in it." Sam raised an eyebrow in consideration of this idea. "Well, yeah, it could be something like that." Dean nodded agreeably. "Ok, so this dead crew guy, what's his name again?" "Frank Jaffey" Sam supplied immediately. "He got a death certificate or a coroner's report or anything?" Sam shook his head. "Well, no. But, uh, it's LA, you know? It might not even be his real name. But the girl who found him, she said she saw something - a vanishing figure." "What was the girl's name" Dean wanted to know. Sam fished around in his memory for a second before pulling out the name. "Um...Tara Benchley." Dean stopped walking.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Tara Benchley? From "Fear dot Com" and "Ghost Ship", Tara Benchley? Dude, why didn't you say so earlier?" Sam raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Oh so suddenly you're on board with this now?" Dean dialed back his enthusiasm a few hundred notches, playing it cool. "I mean...I'm just a fan of her work. It's very good." He smiled, nodded, and quickly walked away. Sam followed. And after a few minutes, they found themselves ducking under a rolling garage-type door onto what was clearly a movie set. People were bustling around in every direction, surrounding a decrepit half of a house that sat in the middle of a large plot of "woods". Big floodlights and cameras were pointed straight at the house and a small knot of people with clipboards and headphones were standing around a TV screen monitor. "Hey you...green shirt guy" a sudden voice called out. Dean was the only one in the general vicinity with the color green on. He exchanged a look with Sam who shrugged and nodded, before inching closer to the man who'd spoken. He was holding out a twenty dollar bill as carelessly as if it were a tissue. "Can you get me a smoothie from Kraft?" Sam, still lurking a few feet away, heard Dean ask in muddled confusion, "you want a what from who?" The man scoffed. "You are a P.A, right? This is what you do?" While Dean continued to stand there uncertainly, Sam saw a perfect opportunity to grab an excuse for being there without people asking questions, and rushed over to rescue his brother. "Right." He clapped Dean on the shoulder. "He's new. No problem. One smoothie, coming right up." He propelled Dean towards the exit with a quick smile at the man who was still looking at Dean like he was an incompetent idiot. "What's a P.A" Dean muttered when they were far enough away. Sam made a face.
"I think they're like slaves."
"First opened in 1927, the lot has been in continuous operation for eight decades." The tour guide spoke through her microphone, gesturing with one hand vaguely at important locations they passed. "Now, to the right, here is Stars Hollow. It's the setting for the television series, Gilmore Girls, one of our longest running family shows. And if we're lucky, we might even catch one of the show's stars on their way to rehearsal." All but one of the trolley's passengers strained their eyes to try and see if Lauren Graham or Alexis Bledgel were any of the small group of script-holding people heading for "Luke's Diner". Sam stared straight ahead, uninterested and unimpressed. "Check it out man." Dean elbowed Sam in the ribs. "Hollywood stars." Sam waited for another second and then decided he'd had enough. "Come on." He hopped from the slow moving trolley and began walking in the opposite direction. "We didn't finish the tour" Dean objected, following him reluctantly. Sam kept walking. "Hey Sammy check it out" Dean piped up with excitedly after a few minutes. "It's Matt Damon." He pointed. Sam flicked his eyes to the side and then shook his head with a bemused smile. "Yeah...pretty sure that's not Matt Damon." "It is" Dean insisted. "Well Matt Damon just picked up a broom and started sweeping" Sam pointed out. Dean stuck to his original assessment with a breezy, "he's probably just researching for a roll or something." Sam rolled his eyes and gestured to his left. "I don't think so. Now come on, I think Stage Nine is this way."
"No come on, let's keep going this way." Dean pointed straight ahead. Sam shot it down at once. "No. We've got to work." At Dean's heavy sigh, he reminded his brother somewhat bitterly, "hey, you were the one who wanted to come to LA." "Yeah, for a vacation" Dean grumbled. "You know, like swimming and movie stars and..." He trailed off and then tried again with a different approach. "I just figured that, you know, after everything that happened with...Madison...you could use a little R-and-R, that's all." Sam appreciated the sentiment, but sitting around dwelling on Madison was not really what he needed right now. And if he was on a vacation, his mind would wander. Straight to Madison. It had only been a week since he'd had to shoot her and those kinds of things don't really clear from your mind too quickly. "Well, maybe I wanna work, Dean" he put out there stiffly. "Maybe it keeps my mind off things."
Dean backed off. "Okay, okay, all right. So, this crew guy - he died on set?" Sam felt slightly guilty for jumping down Dean's throat. Moving past this quickly, he nodded affirmatively. "Yeah, uh, rumors are spreading like wildfire online. They're saying the set's haunted." "Like poltergeist" Dean theorized. Sam nodded. "Could be a poltergeist" he agreed thoughtfully. Though he knew it took a great deal of vengefulness to turn from a simple ghost into a poltergeist. Dean was shaking his head. "No, no, like the movie poltergeist I mean." Sam's face remained blank. Dean sighed. "You know nothing of your cultural heritage, do you?" He glanced sideways at Sam as they walked, continuing to explain. "It was rumored that the set of "Poltergeist" was cursed. That they used real human bones as props. And, like, at least three of the actors died in it." Sam raised an eyebrow in consideration of this idea. "Well, yeah, it could be something like that." Dean nodded agreeably. "Ok, so this dead crew guy, what's his name again?" "Frank Jaffey" Sam supplied immediately. "He got a death certificate or a coroner's report or anything?" Sam shook his head. "Well, no. But, uh, it's LA, you know? It might not even be his real name. But the girl who found him, she said she saw something - a vanishing figure." "What was the girl's name" Dean wanted to know. Sam fished around in his memory for a second before pulling out the name. "Um...Tara Benchley." Dean stopped walking.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Tara Benchley? From "Fear dot Com" and "Ghost Ship", Tara Benchley? Dude, why didn't you say so earlier?" Sam raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Oh so suddenly you're on board with this now?" Dean dialed back his enthusiasm a few hundred notches, playing it cool. "I mean...I'm just a fan of her work. It's very good." He smiled, nodded, and quickly walked away. Sam followed. And after a few minutes, they found themselves ducking under a rolling garage-type door onto what was clearly a movie set. People were bustling around in every direction, surrounding a decrepit half of a house that sat in the middle of a large plot of "woods". Big floodlights and cameras were pointed straight at the house and a small knot of people with clipboards and headphones were standing around a TV screen monitor. "Hey you...green shirt guy" a sudden voice called out. Dean was the only one in the general vicinity with the color green on. He exchanged a look with Sam who shrugged and nodded, before inching closer to the man who'd spoken. He was holding out a twenty dollar bill as carelessly as if it were a tissue. "Can you get me a smoothie from Kraft?" Sam, still lurking a few feet away, heard Dean ask in muddled confusion, "you want a what from who?" The man scoffed. "You are a P.A, right? This is what you do?" While Dean continued to stand there uncertainly, Sam saw a perfect opportunity to grab an excuse for being there without people asking questions, and rushed over to rescue his brother. "Right." He clapped Dean on the shoulder. "He's new. No problem. One smoothie, coming right up." He propelled Dean towards the exit with a quick smile at the man who was still looking at Dean like he was an incompetent idiot. "What's a P.A" Dean muttered when they were far enough away. Sam made a face.
"I think they're like slaves."
