21twelve's temporary offices were located on the third floor of the very fashionable Plaza de Troyes, which sat at the northern edge of the Marketplace. Things were kind of crazy in the studios. Rehearsals were being held in the large conference room at the rear of the floor, while the hallways were filled with people carrying storyboards, half-finished costumes, sheaves of paper, models of sets, and props of all sorts.
The day weather had turned bright and warm. Clover made her way to the Plaza and Lelah's temporary office. She wore a yellow cami-tank, white capris and simple wedge heels. Taking the elevator up to the third floor, Clover managed (with luck) to get through the crowded hallways and get directed to where she could find Lelah.
There was a single oasis of calm in the roiling sea of chaos, however, and her name was Jenny. She sat, primly composed, warmly benign, behind a large wrap-around desk directly in front of the elevators. Her desk was clear, except for a large calendar with notes written in four different colors and a telephone with flashing lights and more lines than seemed possible in such a small space. When she spotted the alluring redhead, Jenny flashed her a toothsome smile. "Welcome to 21twelve. Can I help you?"
Clover flashed the receptionist a wide smile, "I'm Clover, Lelah requested I stop in the talk about fill in a small role in the movie? Deal with Alpha?" Running long fingers through her hair, unsure of how much or little information was needed.
Jenny's smile grew and she nodded. "Yes. Ms. Rivka's expecting you. If you want to follow me?" The blonde rose from behind her desk, displaying a tastefully tailored suit and kitten heels on a trimly sexy figure, and headed down one of the hallways to the rear of the floor. "It's so exciting," she said over her shoulder to Clover. "Have you ever been in a movie before?"
Blue-grey eyes shifted over the people and props as she followed Jenny to Lelah, "Nothing so large... I once helped a friend with a small independent college production." Soft smile, her little small step in as a luck granting goddess had helped launch a small career. She gave a light shrug of her shoulder, "But it was just a small role, waitress in the background." Little parts easy to fill, things she was used to doing outside of RhyDin.
They came to the apex of the hallway which was dominated by a large set of wooden double doors. Jenny knocked, paused for a beat, then opened the right-hand door. "Ms. Rivka, Clover's here to see you." She held the door open and took a step back so Clover could enter the office.
It was a large room - the wall opposite the doors was completely dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows that commanded a gorgeous view of the city, clear to the Southern Glen. There was a desk that was covered with stacks of papers, models, props, swatches of fabrics, and a computer that was currently running something that looked like a spreadsheet. There was also a small round table with four chairs around it, a comfortable-looking couch flanked by two armchairs, a wet bar, and of course the ubiquitous filing cabinets and bookshelves. Lelah, herself, was seated at the table, pouring over yet another rewrite of the script. She was dressed in a coral-colored skirt, a crisp white shirt, and bare feet.
"Thank you." Offered to the girl as Clover slipped into the office, her gaze carried around her surroundings to finally land on Lelah. A friendly smile, filled with warmth, lit her features. Lelah looked very involved in her work. Clover moved quietly, light as air, over to one of the armchairs and settled into it. Legs crossed, she leaned on the arm toward Lelah. "I hope you remember to come up for air from time to time."
Lelah grinned, thanked Jenny who closed the door quietly as she left, and then rose from her chair. A little stretch and she headed over to the wet bar. "At least twice a day, though today's special. I get three breaks! Do you want something? I have some pretty good scotch, a couple of cans of Coke...there might even be a beer or two lurking as well."
"Three whole breaks, however did you swing that?" A chuckle in her smile at the tease, she shook her head lightly. "No, but thank you for the offer." With Lelah up, Clover relaxed back into the chair. Her arms settled against either arm of the chair. Despite her easy-going nature, warm welcoming smiles, laid-back attitude, she managed to have a near-regal stance sitting in the position. Well, gods were higher than kings. It seemed an involuntary reflex that her legs were lifted to curl under her and she leaned again on an arm, relaxed pose again, the throne-stance gone--she was simply Clover and nothing more. "Shall we discuss the part I'll be filling? Or do you want to test me out to see if I'm worth my salt?" Clover sounded comfortable either way.
The day weather had turned bright and warm. Clover made her way to the Plaza and Lelah's temporary office. She wore a yellow cami-tank, white capris and simple wedge heels. Taking the elevator up to the third floor, Clover managed (with luck) to get through the crowded hallways and get directed to where she could find Lelah.
There was a single oasis of calm in the roiling sea of chaos, however, and her name was Jenny. She sat, primly composed, warmly benign, behind a large wrap-around desk directly in front of the elevators. Her desk was clear, except for a large calendar with notes written in four different colors and a telephone with flashing lights and more lines than seemed possible in such a small space. When she spotted the alluring redhead, Jenny flashed her a toothsome smile. "Welcome to 21twelve. Can I help you?"
Clover flashed the receptionist a wide smile, "I'm Clover, Lelah requested I stop in the talk about fill in a small role in the movie? Deal with Alpha?" Running long fingers through her hair, unsure of how much or little information was needed.
Jenny's smile grew and she nodded. "Yes. Ms. Rivka's expecting you. If you want to follow me?" The blonde rose from behind her desk, displaying a tastefully tailored suit and kitten heels on a trimly sexy figure, and headed down one of the hallways to the rear of the floor. "It's so exciting," she said over her shoulder to Clover. "Have you ever been in a movie before?"
Blue-grey eyes shifted over the people and props as she followed Jenny to Lelah, "Nothing so large... I once helped a friend with a small independent college production." Soft smile, her little small step in as a luck granting goddess had helped launch a small career. She gave a light shrug of her shoulder, "But it was just a small role, waitress in the background." Little parts easy to fill, things she was used to doing outside of RhyDin.
They came to the apex of the hallway which was dominated by a large set of wooden double doors. Jenny knocked, paused for a beat, then opened the right-hand door. "Ms. Rivka, Clover's here to see you." She held the door open and took a step back so Clover could enter the office.
It was a large room - the wall opposite the doors was completely dominated by floor-to-ceiling windows that commanded a gorgeous view of the city, clear to the Southern Glen. There was a desk that was covered with stacks of papers, models, props, swatches of fabrics, and a computer that was currently running something that looked like a spreadsheet. There was also a small round table with four chairs around it, a comfortable-looking couch flanked by two armchairs, a wet bar, and of course the ubiquitous filing cabinets and bookshelves. Lelah, herself, was seated at the table, pouring over yet another rewrite of the script. She was dressed in a coral-colored skirt, a crisp white shirt, and bare feet.
"Thank you." Offered to the girl as Clover slipped into the office, her gaze carried around her surroundings to finally land on Lelah. A friendly smile, filled with warmth, lit her features. Lelah looked very involved in her work. Clover moved quietly, light as air, over to one of the armchairs and settled into it. Legs crossed, she leaned on the arm toward Lelah. "I hope you remember to come up for air from time to time."
Lelah grinned, thanked Jenny who closed the door quietly as she left, and then rose from her chair. A little stretch and she headed over to the wet bar. "At least twice a day, though today's special. I get three breaks! Do you want something? I have some pretty good scotch, a couple of cans of Coke...there might even be a beer or two lurking as well."
"Three whole breaks, however did you swing that?" A chuckle in her smile at the tease, she shook her head lightly. "No, but thank you for the offer." With Lelah up, Clover relaxed back into the chair. Her arms settled against either arm of the chair. Despite her easy-going nature, warm welcoming smiles, laid-back attitude, she managed to have a near-regal stance sitting in the position. Well, gods were higher than kings. It seemed an involuntary reflex that her legs were lifted to curl under her and she leaned again on an arm, relaxed pose again, the throne-stance gone--she was simply Clover and nothing more. "Shall we discuss the part I'll be filling? Or do you want to test me out to see if I'm worth my salt?" Clover sounded comfortable either way.