Sleep is for the Weak...
The list of letters in order is available here. (Updated to include latest two rounds.)
To: Harry Sinclair < isildur@gondor.co.nz >
From: Bernard Hill < bhill@iceberg.co.uk >
Subject: Re: Your Message
Harold,
Let's not play whatever game you're at, all right? I hear that things have not been going well between Viggo and Sean, and you're at the centre of that particular maelstrom.
People talk, Harry.
I don't think I will ever understand your persistent desire to stir the pot, but this time things appear to have slipped entirely out of your control, wouldn't you agree?
At the very least, it might be time to fess up to Karl, hmm? Given that you broke his hand and all.
Yours,
Bernard
[Fran] *sleepily* Hello?
[David] Hi Fran, it's Dave.
[Fran] Dave... David! What is going on this evening? Viggo's been to a doctor? Is he sick? Injured? Was he out with the horses again? They didn't--
[David] Listen, don't worry.
[Peter] *in background, groggily* Who's that on the phone?
[Fran] Go back to sleep, Peter. It's just David.
[Peter] Dave? Did you find out--
[Fran] I'm about to. Go back to sleep. I'll straighten it out.
[Peter] Mmmph.
[Fran] ...You were saying?
[David] Yeah. It's all right. Viggo's going to be ok, but um, you remember the surfboard incident?
[Fran] *testily* Yes?
[David] I think Viggo's going to need a bit more time in makeup for a while once he's on his feet again... He's, um... Well, there's been a bit of horseplay, ended in tears. That sort of thing. You know, boys being boys and all that.
...Fran? You still there?
[Fran] *sighs* Yes. Do you want to tell me what happened, or are you going to leave me to guess?
[David] Oh, you know -- Harry and Sean got into a bit of a pissing contest, and looks like Viggo's the loser. But don't worry, it's all under control. Sure, Vig won't be able to come to set for the next day or so, but--
[Fran] Wait. Sean? He's not back from break. He's not due for another week and a half.
[David] Yeah. Flew in early. That's not important, though. Viggo's hit his head. Slipped, went bang. Doctor says it's just a slight concussion, though, so no worries.
[Fran] He's all right, then.
[David] Yep.
[Fran] You're sure?
[David] Yep.
[Fran] If this sets our shooting schedule back, I'll have all your hides.
[David] *chuckling* It's under control, don't you worry. You've got Dave on the case. ...And Fran?
[Fran] Yes?
[David] You, uh, you might not want to count on Karl for the next couple days either. Sleep well! G'night!
*click*
[Fran] Oh Christ.
kissed Miranda today. 'bout time.
~D
To: miranda otto < shieldmaiden@rohan.co.nz >
From: david wenham < secondson@gondor.co.nz >
Subject: Re: sleeping?
dear Mir,
yeah, you got me. not getting any sleep tonight, and surfing the porn sites is doing nothing for me. did you know you have to pay for most of them? what kind of a set-up is that?
company would be nice. your company would be even better. especially armed with pastries. The Bean makes some great danishes. i think they have raspberry jam in the middle.
besides, i bet you'd like to see what i'm seeing right now, right? Sean's still out there, Mir. granted, as far as i can tell he finished planting the shrubs some time ago, but he's still sitting out there. refuses to come in. even set some tea out on the step, hoping it'd draw him back to the house. no such luck. will try crumpets later if you'll bring them.
looking forward to seeing you. don't take too long.
see you soon,
Dave
*click*
Hi, this is Miranda. Sorry, but I'm not in. You know what to do.
*beep*
Hey, Mir. S'me. Karl. Got your message. 'M very tired. They got me on these pills. C'n hardly keep my eyes open. Broken fingers! *laughs* Hmm. Not good.
*click*
mmm. she tastes like raspberries.
~D
To: Harry Sinclair < isildur@gondor.co.nz >
From: Bernard Hill < bhill@iceberg.co.uk >
Subject: Re: Your Message
Harold,
Let's not play whatever game you're at, all right? I hear that things have not been going well between Viggo and Sean, and you're at the centre of that particular maelstrom.
People talk, Harry.
I don't think I will ever understand your persistent desire to stir the pot, but this time things appear to have slipped entirely out of your control, wouldn't you agree?
At the very least, it might be time to fess up to Karl, hmm? Given that you broke his hand and all.
Yours,
Bernard
[Fran] *sleepily* Hello?
[David] Hi Fran, it's Dave.
[Fran] Dave... David! What is going on this evening? Viggo's been to a doctor? Is he sick? Injured? Was he out with the horses again? They didn't--
[David] Listen, don't worry.
[Peter] *in background, groggily* Who's that on the phone?
[Fran] Go back to sleep, Peter. It's just David.
[Peter] Dave? Did you find out--
[Fran] I'm about to. Go back to sleep. I'll straighten it out.
[Peter] Mmmph.
[Fran] ...You were saying?
[David] Yeah. It's all right. Viggo's going to be ok, but um, you remember the surfboard incident?
[Fran] *testily* Yes?
[David] I think Viggo's going to need a bit more time in makeup for a while once he's on his feet again... He's, um... Well, there's been a bit of horseplay, ended in tears. That sort of thing. You know, boys being boys and all that.
...Fran? You still there?
[Fran] *sighs* Yes. Do you want to tell me what happened, or are you going to leave me to guess?
[David] Oh, you know -- Harry and Sean got into a bit of a pissing contest, and looks like Viggo's the loser. But don't worry, it's all under control. Sure, Vig won't be able to come to set for the next day or so, but--
[Fran] Wait. Sean? He's not back from break. He's not due for another week and a half.
[David] Yeah. Flew in early. That's not important, though. Viggo's hit his head. Slipped, went bang. Doctor says it's just a slight concussion, though, so no worries.
[Fran] He's all right, then.
[David] Yep.
[Fran] You're sure?
[David] Yep.
[Fran] If this sets our shooting schedule back, I'll have all your hides.
[David] *chuckling* It's under control, don't you worry. You've got Dave on the case. ...And Fran?
[Fran] Yes?
[David] You, uh, you might not want to count on Karl for the next couple days either. Sleep well! G'night!
*click*
[Fran] Oh Christ.
kissed Miranda today. 'bout time.
~D
To: miranda otto < shieldmaiden@rohan.co.nz >
From: david wenham < secondson@gondor.co.nz >
Subject: Re: sleeping?
dear Mir,
yeah, you got me. not getting any sleep tonight, and surfing the porn sites is doing nothing for me. did you know you have to pay for most of them? what kind of a set-up is that?
company would be nice. your company would be even better. especially armed with pastries. The Bean makes some great danishes. i think they have raspberry jam in the middle.
besides, i bet you'd like to see what i'm seeing right now, right? Sean's still out there, Mir. granted, as far as i can tell he finished planting the shrubs some time ago, but he's still sitting out there. refuses to come in. even set some tea out on the step, hoping it'd draw him back to the house. no such luck. will try crumpets later if you'll bring them.
looking forward to seeing you. don't take too long.
see you soon,
Dave
*click*
Hi, this is Miranda. Sorry, but I'm not in. You know what to do.
*beep*
Hey, Mir. S'me. Karl. Got your message. 'M very tired. They got me on these pills. C'n hardly keep my eyes open. Broken fingers! *laughs* Hmm. Not good.
*click*
mmm. she tastes like raspberries.
~D