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I was having the most effed up, Freudian dreams last night. Any time you find yourself wrapped in black cloth by a bunch of people who have kidnapped you to take part in a sacred marriage, but you escape, only to find yourself in your childhood home as it was before all the renovations... man, it was effed up
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The door to the conference room flew open. The man who strode in, his badger daemon grumbling at his heels, dressed more like someone in showbiz and less like someone just starting out than expected. "You the new guy?" he said without preamble, watching the man's startled cormorant scramble for footing on the tabletop.
"Yeah, I--"
"Matt Albie. I know who you are." He held out a hand across the table. "I'm Danny Tripp, your go-to man for all the gritty production details you writers never seem to consider when you manage to actually be funny. This is Clare," he nodded at his daemon, who'd just pulled herself up into a seat, "and as I understand it, you're already in trouble."
Matt blinked. "This is Rina, and what could I have possibly done that would get me in trouble before I've even gotten a tour?"
"Don't worry, as I'm sure you're aware, we're an imaginative bunch. I just have a message from Wes that you're supposed to see him after you've met the room."
"Wes Mendel came to Chicago to see my show at improvOlympic--"
"Matt, one thing you're gonna have to get used to around here is that you're not a special butterfly waiting to happen. Right now, at this very moment, you're the squishy thing inside the cocoon that we hope is going to be as advertised on the Buy-a-Butterfly kit, and not some weird thing with too many legs and pincers."
"Not that I don't appreciate the power play, but are we done with this metaphor? It's making me kind of queasy."
Danny cracked his knuckles. "Yeah, I hear that. There's a reason you do what you do and I do what I do."
Matt tilted his head, one eyebrow skeptical. "And besides roll out the red carpet, what exactly would that be?"
"...I'm not really at liberty to say. Let's just be clear that it's very hard. Harder than what you do."
Matt smirked. "I think we've just proven that what I do is pretty hard."
Rina and Clare eyeballed each other.
After a moment, Danny conceded a smile. "Come on, let me take you around the building and introduce you to the people you'll want to know. When they set you loose, just so you know, if you need something, you come to me, I'll take care of you."
"That's all I need to know?"
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Okay." They both stood up. Rina flapped her way up onto Matt's shoulder, and for a moment Danny saw the elegant shape of her wings. Clare hopped onto the ground, restless at Danny's feet. They exchanged a look, and Danny couldn't bite back the laugh. "Walk with me," he said to Matt, and moved to open the door.
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You made my day. Am saving this.
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