The Front door Opens.

This is a figure who hasn't been around for a while-but that doesn't mean that he's not here. At least in spirit.

So he's got a tux on. And his hair is slicked back.

"...Okay. Right now? So not a good time."

But hey. He's here right ( Read more... )

The door opens to reveal Carl Denham. Tired, haggard, he's got a Massive stuffe ape under his arm. Taking a seat, he sits the monkey down in front of him and orders a Jack Daniels ( Read more... )

There's a mun who's gotten canon! So here's Carl with his scarf and a beer.

He looks like he might need it.

[OOM: A brief recap -- After losing her job at the theater, Ann takes a job offered by Carl Denham, acting in his new film. On the ship the Venture, she meets one Jack Driscoll and they fall in love.

After reaching Skull Island and spending an . . . eventful . . . day there, the Venture returns to New York. The experience has left Ann a different ( Read more... )

There's wind and a bit of snow outside as a man in a hideously orange and white scarf throws open the door and stomps in ( Read more... )

[OOM: A day on set, on the Venture. Currently slowtimed.]

[OOM: Mark goes to Life Support.]

Mark bikes into the bar, camera on his bike, and cellphone on his ear. "Adam, listen, I.... shit." Facepalming, he props the bike against the wall, removing the camera and shuffling off to Bar. He really could use a drink. He could probably use some conversation as well. Any takers?

[ In New York City, 1999:
Mark Cohen shows Jack his new digs. Jack makes a selection. ]He'd need to eat, first. And tell a few of his friends he was leaving. He strides over to the bar and asks the lovely lady to give him something modern. He gets a plate of hamburger and fries and a glass of Coke in return. Grinning, he sits on a barstool and ( Read more... )

Jack is eating a waffle at a table. He's in a good mood. It might be the waffle. It might be the job he's accepted. Could be. Might be. Better if you ask, eh?

Carl Denham!

Because the Mun's got BACK like Chilli's Babyback ribs.

So there's Carl, opening the door-slightly bemused but never the less....

He's humming a rather jaunty lil' tune as he saunters into the room.