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Genesis cast his gaze over his ~~minions~~ actors and actresses. His eyes narrowed at the expected—he listened to radio, after all—but not approved of absence of one of them.

How were they supposed to do Scene Five without one half of it?

Hmmm.

Well, it was only two of the children who were involved. Perhaps he’d call them in for extra practice later.

"We’re moving on to scenes six through eight today," he informed them. Idly wondering how many would realize he'd just skipped a scene without bothering to justify that. "Which means several of you who’ve had no lines prior to this are up today. Rinoa, Ariel, Sara, Jack—you don’t get to sleep today—and Triela. Up on stage."

[~~Plz to be waiting for the~~ OCD has arrived! Carry on!]

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Warren was distracted like all get-out, and didn't really seem like he was in much of a mood to nom today. Or to chat. But he had his script on him, which he flipped through halfheartedly.

He'd already memorized his lines. But flipping through gave him something to do with his hands.

He was probably oh so thrilled by the imposing form of the director pausing by him.

"Problems?"

And he left his tone deliberately ambiguous.

"Kind of," Warren admitted, while his brain was still working on keeping up with the situation while he ticked away through his worry. "I'm just not entirely sure what they are."

Stupid ambiguous text messages, making him worry.

The word 'trouble' was never a good sign, damn it.

"Oh?"

That was curious and Genesis had always been fond of indulging that which interested him.

Warren just shrugged a little, a gesture that included his shoulders and a tiny spread of his wings, before he went back to drooping all over.

"Karla left me a text message," he explained. "There's some kind of emergency back home, and she had to run off on Sunday night. I haven't heard anything from her since."

And so? Worry.

Do not enquire as to whether it was a hair emergency or, perhaps, a dress emergency, Genesis.

That level of snark is beneath you. Really. He did, however, contemplate it.

"If she is dealing with a true emergency," he said instead, "then she will hardly have time to text at will."

"No," Warren agreed, eyes not leaving the pages of the book in his hands. "I know that." Which made his worry even greater, really. If she hadn't texted him again, that meant that something was up. "I don't know if I should wait a little longer, or else see if I can find my way there to help. Somehow."

No, he had no idea what in the world he could do in the face of a world of people with magic and God only knew what else.

"What could you do?" Genesis asked dryly. "Without knowledge, without any idea of what you'd be walking into."

A dress emergency. Snerk.

"You'd only cause her more worry. If you wish a response--text her and wait until she answers."

Hey, Warren had more money than God. He could totally handle a dress emergency, Genesis.

"And if she doesn't answer?"

"Then she's too busy to answer," he said, glancing at the boy. "It may take several days for her to even look at her phone, if she is overly busy. Perhaps her battery went dead. There's many reasons she might not be in contact."

Warren glanced up for a moment, and then shrugged a little.

"I guess, yeah."

He didn't seem entirely convinced. He was prone to worrying. It was practically part of his genetic makeup.

Genesis shook his head.

"You lack conviction."

And he disapproved.

"It's hard to have conviction when you still don't know what's going on," Warren pointed out. "But I guess I've just... never been a very firm sort of person, either."

Well, there had been that one time. For about two seconds. Before flinging himself through a window.

But otherwise?

Edited 2010-10-27 14:30 (UTC)

"There are convictions to be found in action or inaction," he chided, a faint coolness in his voice. "Sitting and waffling between them--by your own account you've not even tried to contact her, thereby putting the onus of communication on someone already busy while you sit and brood."

Well done. Lovely. Could he possibly be more useless?

And now Warren was brooding over his brooding. That was a wonderful combination.

"... Do you mind if I send her a text?"

"I have no yet killed a man for sleeping here," he noted. "A text is less disruptive than that."

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Warren glanced up at Genesis for a moment, and then nodded and pulled out his phone, firing off a quick text Karla's way.

"And now... I guess I wait," he sighed.

He hated the waiting game. He hated it way too much.

"At least," he said, a bit firmly. "You've done more than nothing."

What was sad that he'd had to be prodded into it. Pathetic.

"Not much more than nothing," Warren mumbled.

He was pretty resigned to being pathetic at the moment, Genesis. A good thump to the side of the head might help.

Perhaps a hand falling on his shoulder, a little too hard to be meant entirely kindly.

Firm, not painful.

"Better than nothing," he repeated. "Now put it out of your mind for at least rehearsal."

Or Genesis would haul him up on stage and make him act until he couldn't think. So kind, Genesis. So kind.

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