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Gideon had noticed it on the day he did the week's schedule. If all went well, Monday would be their last taping day. Everything he needed would be all ready to be edited into a coherent movie that could be shown when it was ready. It was a big milestone and Gideon knew it. He never thought he'd ever fucking get this far in making this shit, and here he was, a few months later, with something that could be a halfway decent product.
Things had been bumpy on and off through the shooting - losing Lionel had sucked the most - but as if the island was taking it easy on him, everything went smooth as hell, all things considered. It was a pretty proud moment calling for the wrap of the entire fucking thing.
And while Gideon was by no means the kind of guy who showed appreciation easily, he did know he ought to reward everyone for fucking putting up with him for so long though this shit. He managed to get Neil to give them the Winchester on the Wednesday right after for a while for a party, with pizzas to go around for people to eat. Sure, there wasn't any alcohol, but it wasn't that big a deal, with it being on such short notice in the first place. It was a recipe for a good time either way. People were already mingling and shit as Gideon eased through the small crowd so he was in front of them all.
"Alright, listen up," he said, looking around at the people present. "I ust wanted to say you I had a hell of a time working with you fuckers. I know I wasn't the easiest person to get directed under sometimes, but I promise all that shit will pay off. So yeah, this party is for you guys, so eat the fucking pizza. I'm not being blamed for leftovers."
It wasn't quite a fucking stirring speech, but Gideon thought it summed up shit either way. He let people go back to the business of having a good time, intent on doing the same.
.
Things had been bumpy on and off through the shooting - losing Lionel had sucked the most - but as if the island was taking it easy on him, everything went smooth as hell, all things considered. It was a pretty proud moment calling for the wrap of the entire fucking thing.
And while Gideon was by no means the kind of guy who showed appreciation easily, he did know he ought to reward everyone for fucking putting up with him for so long though this shit. He managed to get Neil to give them the Winchester on the Wednesday right after for a while for a party, with pizzas to go around for people to eat. Sure, there wasn't any alcohol, but it wasn't that big a deal, with it being on such short notice in the first place. It was a recipe for a good time either way. People were already mingling and shit as Gideon eased through the small crowd so he was in front of them all.
"Alright, listen up," he said, looking around at the people present. "I ust wanted to say you I had a hell of a time working with you fuckers. I know I wasn't the easiest person to get directed under sometimes, but I promise all that shit will pay off. So yeah, this party is for you guys, so eat the fucking pizza. I'm not being blamed for leftovers."
It wasn't quite a fucking stirring speech, but Gideon thought it summed up shit either way. He let people go back to the business of having a good time, intent on doing the same.
.