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[hr][h3]~6:15AM | KAMAKURA | JUFUKU-JI[/h3][/center][hr]There was something about being at Jufuku-ji before visitors were allowed, even if it was an arrangement approved for the sake of the film. Unfortunately, any mystical or awe-inspiring effects that the hour might have given were ruined by the fact that the crew was running on little more than fumes at that point. Though everyone busied themselves with their own tasks, that might have been the only thing they could manage. 

When people talked about show business, they didn’t often acknowledge the brutal hours of the on-season. 

[color=#796fad]”Ah, DFI, the runners haven’t come back with the hot bricks yet…”[/color]

[color=#bb3a4c]”Huh, are we missing people?”[/color]

[color=#80a1aa]”Hang on, let me run through the blocking. There are some lighting issues.”[/color]

Kazuto deftly wove his way through the groups, a few extra shirts with dull colors underarm and three outfits hanging from his forearm by the hangers. He couldn’t say he was tired, but shots in Kamakura always kept him more alert than he needed to be, and that went double for any old shrines filled with superstitious elders and tourists. Now, there normally wasn’t any issue with that, but the ones that turned up in places like Jufuku-ji were usually confused. That was above his pay grade, and it most certainly wasn’t in his job description. 

Not that the old fogies believed that to be the case. 

[color=#bb3a4c]”Ugh. It’s too early to be thinking about them,”[/color] the man muttered beneath his breath with a shake of his head. Focus. He was on the job now, and that meant making sure everyone had their costumes for the martini… shot…

[i][color=#bb3a4c]’You must be joking,’[/color][/i] Kazuto thought.

[color=#bb3a4c]”You must be joking,”[/color] were the words that came from his mouth.

The man all but stormed his way across the set, the scowl on his face the result of equal parts exasperation and exhaustion. Coming to a stop before the late arrivals to the set, he didn’t bother waiting for introductions. They were late, they’d have to get acquainted after they got into something better suited for the production. Which might be impossible, given that not a single one looked natural enough to fit into a scene in Kamakura–unless they were meant to be tourists?

[color=#bb3a4c]”You lot missed the cast call. Luckily, we haven’t started yet.”[/color] Another quick onceover. They weren’t unattractive–quite the opposite, if he was being honest. The problem was that they didn’t look anything like they were in place, and did one of them bring their own prop? Over-eager newbies. They had to be. [color=#bb3a4c]”Geeze, they didn’t give us a second thought when they cast you guys, did they? Whatever, see that girl over there with the blonde highlights? She’ll set you up with a place to change. I’ll get you guys some spare sets from wardrobe so you don’t stick out so mu–”[/color]

[color=#796fad]”Hey, Hayashi, you talkin’ to yourself again?”[/color]

The color from the brunette’s face drained as his gaze darted to his colleague, then slowly drifted back to the group he’d approached. A breath that might have been a sigh or a hiss escaped through clenched teeth, but he put on his best work face, a tired grin and a sarcastic joke fired back to the assistant director with a dismissive wave. The look faded as soon as he turned his attention back to the group, running his hands through his hair as he did so. The action earned a second hiss as a few unruly strands caught on the edge of an earring, a simple piece adorned by a small gem with a familiar, dark cloudiness revealed for a moment before it disappeared beneath rose brown hair once more.

[color=#bb3a4c]”So, you guys know what’s up with your situation, right?”[/color][hr][@dragonmancer][@OwO][@Obscene Symphony][@Hero]