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Post by madrox on Jul 8, 2007 2:14:50 GMT -4
Jamie-Prime walked into the sound booth. Several dupes were already setting up the room for a re-dub of the last part of the news. He had sent them before he went into the room to retrieve his extremely uneasy clone. He had also sent another group to prep the set for a re-record of the News segment. He didn't know which one he would be told to do, but since Guido was out, he just did pretty much whatever he wanted.
"Awright then," he said into his headset, "Guys at the News prep, you're off. Report to soundbooth for reapsorbtion."
He got a few "OK's" and "Sure things". They began to file back in, at least five. They were all here, almost every dupe he had created for today. They needed to talk.
"Everyone, dupes, clones, Madroxes, listen up." He had quite the opportunity, and stepped up onto a soap box. "I may....have done something stupid. I got pretty testy wit Ms. Braddock back there a second ago...."
"We know," a dupe replied, "you left the headset channel open."
Jamie stood, embarrassed for a little while, then continued.
"Anyway, we may be fired. Or blacklisted. Or on a very long list of marks. I just want to know, and this is just in case, who wants to be on their own if I go down?"
A discouraging result, out of ten, about two admitted to wanting to stay with Jamie. He addressed them.
"You there, why do you want to stay with me?"
"Well...I've kinda been planning on killing you. Don't want to ruin my plan."
Jamie turned on the other brave and noble dupe.
"You?"
"I'd like to think that friends should stick together!"
He threw his arms around Jamie-Prime and hugged him tightly. He smiled widely as Prime looked in surprise at the dupe.
"We're friends Jamie-Prime..."
"Wow...I hope you're friendly Madrox. And not...really friendly Madrox."
Jamie absorbed the two scary, scary dupes and the others went back to work.
<<Come on in>>
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Post by Bobby Drake on Aug 6, 2007 7:41:50 GMT -4
Sometimes things around the studio were so freaking weird.
Bobby was gnawing on his sandwich and watching the Madrox brothers talk to each other and work things out...or whatever they were doing. It was strange. He knew they weren't really brothers, but all these dudes that looked exactly alike all working and talking to each other?
He pulled up a chair and sat in it like an audience member.
Swallowing his bite, Bobby decided to make with the conversation, so he just said the first thing that came to mind. "You know...you could make some serious bucks offa this thing?" He wadded up his sandwich wrapper and tossed it into a nearby basket.
"Just set up a business...Rent-A-Jamie...or something. People can come and rent one of your...peeps...for a day, and they could..." He thought about it. "I don't know what."
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Post by madrox on Aug 7, 2007 1:52:10 GMT -4
Jamie blinked at Bobby. He hadn't expected to see him, he was waiting for Colin.
"I was...uh...really broke in college...I don't like to talk about it anymore. Therapy cleared that up. Have you met these guys, by the way? There are at least three of them that you would never wish on anyone just in this room."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Aug 7, 2007 7:41:36 GMT -4
Bobby was a little confused by the comment, but he was nodding his head so vigorously that it looked like he was tracking perfectly. It was a little trick he'd picked up over the years, and a spectacular way to deal with Tiffany.
But there were three of them that you wouldn't wish on anyone?
He stopped nodding.
"Are you one of them?"
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Post by kylun on Aug 7, 2007 14:01:30 GMT -4
Colin McKay did his second bursting into a room that day. He was just seething. How Braddock had treated him, and the fact that he was going to be interviewing The McCoy Family without a psi-scrambler on was the primary source of his frustrations. He didn't care who heard him at that moment. It was something everybody secure in thier jobs eventually said around the studio:
"BETSY BRADDOCK IS AH BI..." (he suddenly recalled that he was in a place with a lot of microphones)
"... Bit of ah nuisance. Alright, so which booth doya want meh in fer the ADR?"
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Post by madrox on Aug 7, 2007 23:43:22 GMT -4
Jamie had almost forgotten that he was meeting Colin to do the re-dubbing for the news that night.
"Go with the dupes into the first one, they're setting up there."
He looked back to Bobby with his first smirk of the day.
"I'm all of them. Y'see, they aren't individuals, not in the perfect sense. They each act different of course, but only based on the facets of my personality. There are Madroxes for every mood, impulse, and ideal that I follow." He had said this several times to people, and loved repeating it. It affirmed him. Then he realized that he hadn't answered the question.
"I guess...no. I'm surprised by some of them sometimes. But no matter how f'ed up they are, I'm pretty mild."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Aug 8, 2007 7:39:55 GMT -4
"BETSY BRADDOCK IS AH BI..."
The agitated voice combined with those particular words had Bobby spinning so quickly that he almost fell out of his chair. He covered his mouth to hide the enormous grin as Mr. Newscaster guy came walking up all pissed off and junk.
"... Bit of ah nuisance. Alright, so which booth doya want meh in fer the ADR?"
ADR? Adder? No...Bobby didn’t know all the lingo around here yet. He knew what ADD was. Was that a mark on his new shoes? Damn! He was hungry.
"I'm all of them. Y'see, they aren't individuals, not in the perfect sense. They each act different of course, but only based on the facets of my personality. There are Madroxes for every mood, impulse, and ideal that I follow."
Nod and smile nod and smile...the whole time Jamie talked.
“Oh I see.”
Not.
“I was mainly just asking to see if I could, I don’t know...borrow a couple of them to wash my car or something.” He shrugged.
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Post by kylun on Aug 8, 2007 22:49:31 GMT -4
"Go with the dupes into the first one, they're setting up there."
"Will do, Ah!" (Colin then noticed Bobby) "Ah've seen ya scurrying all over the place but haven't had a chance ta say hi. Colin McKay, obviously."
Colin held out his hand for a handshake.
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Post by madrox on Aug 9, 2007 1:22:16 GMT -4
“I was mainly just asking to see if I could, I don’t know...borrow a couple of them to wash my car or something.” He shrugged.
Jamie almost laughed.
"I guarantee that if you have my luck, you'd get the ones that would steal it, rob a bank and escape in it, then decide it was best to ditch it over a cliff."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Aug 9, 2007 7:54:07 GMT -4
Bobby had never yet spoken to Colin News Guy (he always forgot the last name). The guy was like a celebrity...known worldwide for his news..castering. And now after all this time that Bobby had worked in the studio, transporting refreshing drinks around, and doing all the other important things that he did...now Colin was acknowledging him.
"Ah've seen ya scurrying all over the place but haven't had a chance ta say hi. Colin McKay, obviously."
In an effort to be known by the known, Bobby momentarily forgot about Jamie and his band of thieving dupes. He stumbled out of his seat and met Colin enthusiastically halfway with an overeager and hearty handshake.
"Drake. Bobby. Bobby Drake. Well, my friends call me Bobby. Sometimes Bobby D. I was thinking about going into rapping, you know. Just kind of, you know, the whole Bobby D thing. I don't know," he shrugged.
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Post by kylun on Aug 10, 2007 2:09:11 GMT -4
"Drake. Bobby. Bobby Drake. Well, my friends call me Bobby. Sometimes Bobby D. I was thinking about going into rapping, you know. Just kind of, you know, the whole Bobby D thing. I don't know," Bobby shrugged.[/b]
Colin kept up his smile while his brain tried to quickly decipher Drake's ramblings. He also did his best to ignore the uncomfortable cold numbing sensation his right hand had recieved from the shake.
"Yew certainly have most of what yew need ta dew rap. Bobby D sounds like a dancemix-master's name tho. Maybe ya ought ta try something like Be Drake. Nice talkin with ya."
Colin then headed off to soundbooth #1.
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Post by madrox on Aug 13, 2007 2:00:43 GMT -4
The dupes that had collected themselves in the booth looked over to Colin. They all felt like they should do something, but as they all stuck out their hands it was awkward. Colin had met Madrox already, why meet...Madrox again. One scratched his head, thinking, another sighed and continued working, and the final dupe just stood their with a blank look on his face.
"Hi there. I'm Jamie Madrox. Well, sorta, y'see he can...well I suppose you know that, cause you met him, but not really me...I like to think I have my own identity. They all call me..." he drifted off as the other two dupes finished his sentence.
"ADD-drox."
The obviously grumpy dupe came over to Colin.
"What we got here is the transcript of the teleprompter. It's all right there. Don't bother trying to imitate any mistakes or improvisation, the guys in visual will handle it." He threw a script at Colin and lit up a cigarette.
Jamie happened to peek in just then, and caught him.
"Grouchy Dupe! We don't smoke!"
He flicked the cig and stomped it out. He looked to Colin after Jamie had left and pointed a fake gun to his head.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Aug 13, 2007 15:55:16 GMT -4
"Yew certainly have most of what yew need ta dew rap. Bobby D sounds like a dancemix-master's name tho. Maybe ya ought ta try something like Be Drake. Nice talkin with ya."
Be Drake.
Bobby thought about this way too hard. He was seriously considering the name change. It was the kind of name that would bring him much earned respect. Be Drake. Brilliant! He waved absently at Colin as he headed off, and sort of forgot that Jamie was there for a second.
"Hi there. I'm Jamie Madrox. Well, sorta, y'see he can...well I suppose you know that, cause you met him, but not really me...I like to think I have my own identity. They all call me..."
Another chimed in.
"ADD-drox."
"Don't look now," said Bobby, "but I think you just burned yourself."
Be Drake.
He smiled absently as the multiples fought over a cigarette or some crap. Not sure which one he was addressing, or if it really mattered, he cleared his throat. "What do you think? Be Drake? Bobby Ice?"
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Post by madrox on Aug 16, 2007 1:39:18 GMT -4
Jamie Prime heard the question and addressed it before any crazy dupes could give their suggestions.
"You know," he said, "I'm feeling Bobby Ice. Very ambiguous, hides your real name. All the big rappers had aliases. Snoop Dogg, Jay-Z, Puff Whatever he calls himself."
He contemplated Bobby for a moment.
"I don't see you very much on set, which probably means you aren't an actor. What do you do around here?"
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