"Oh, Doctor." The first figure leaned forward, closer now, closer, their noses almost touching. "You saved me, again."
"Yes, but this is only my duty." The sun began to set dramatically. "We might have saved the world today, but there are so many more days to come."
The camera panned up, revealing the stars twinkling in the sky, and a spaceship floating in space, which for some reason, was relevant with the rest of the movie about Hunters saving the human world from disaster.
*
There was about ten seconds where Mark just stared at the projector screen. Allan, next to him, sobbed a single tear, next to Simon who absolutely had no reaction and continued polishing his guns, next to Charlotte who seemed entirely confused as to what she was watching and kept on asking Sam why female movie Caelius and H were making out.
Ten seconds later, Mark was screaming bloody murder, barely restrained by Dwight and Lance, the Death assistant yelling profanities on the screen about them not casting his character - spoiler: since this was a movie created by ignorant humans, it wasn't exactly like they knew who Mark even was, or who anyone on the Island was other than that there were occasionally mysterious figures known as Hunters who protected the world, and that was only known because someone wrote a Twilight fanfic about their brilliant idea and had simply removed changed the names of the main characters, and somehow it had gotten published as the greatest sensationalist thing ever, much to everyone on the island's chagrin.
For all intents and purposes though, they as actual Hunters were still considered fictional, and secondly now, whenever they appeared to do their more privately funded jobs, there was always that inappropriate nerd who appeared and asked them if they were cosplaying.
"Well," Remarked Sam, still bored and wondering why she even bothered to watch this movie - oh yes, because suffering, "You could always just make your own." It was only because she was entertained by how much worse this movie possibly could be.
"This injustice must be stopp-" Mark stopped himself halfway, as Sam's words clued in, sort of like a very, very slow lightbulb on a measly 10 watts. "Why yes. Yes, I could make my own. And I will. All right, my highly esteemed faculty, our fate awaits us."
If Lance or Dwight was going to say anything about how bad their first pilot copy of the Deus Ex movie turned out, they had unfortunately missed their chance. Maybe it was because Mark was already off planning nefarious things, or maybe it was because Allan was preoccupying them with his fanart ideas, or maybe, just maybe it was because -
- Everyone was a freaking bishounen.
*
Sometime at noon all residents of Deus Ex would get a text:
Text from UNKNOWN
Attention all Deus Ex Hunters! A social injustice has been spread amongst us, in our world! We must stop this injustice and reveal the truth about who we are shed in a new, positive light! Auditions for our version of the Deus Ex movie will begin at 3:00pm at the newly refurbished outdoor swimming pool next to the lighthouse portal, the winning roles will be cast into our Deus Ex movie.
Followed by a second text:
Text from Sam
Also, because whatever Mark sent has to be entertaining, I'm upping the ante. Anyone who he chooses will also get a gorgeous two night penthouse stay at the Maldives resort and spa hotel.
Followed by another text:
Text from UNKNOWN
Uh, that was not, like Mark or anything. I am not Mark okay! Yeah.. that... but I also have like, some fully refurbished custom Runic computers to give away to two winners, says Not Mark. Oh, and bring some waterproof stuff cuz some scenes are totally.... UNDERWATER... DUN DUN DUN.
And like clockwork, at three o'clock, indeed next to the lighthouse portal was something of a party going on, complete with a whole slew of division assistants, some division leads - see one Sun lead - and a bunch of Hunters who were more interested in the refreshments going on. Please note that everyone was still, bishounen, though noone seemed too traumatized about it. In fact, if one looked closer, they could see Sam, who despite being a tiny bishounen was still wearing her or his really, hair up in a high cropped ponytail, chatting conversationally amongst the masses, asking a couple of guys what their rates were.
"Settle down, settle down," Mark, or what might have been Mark, if he ever actually shaved, stopped slouching, and didn't seem to be primarily composed of fungus and beer. It was kind of disconcerting actually, sort of like seeing someone trying to wear Mark's clothes, but trying a little too hard. He grabbed his megaphone, yelling into it, "All right everyone, welcome to the casting of our new amazing in-house Deus Ex movie, produced by me, and directed by me." Screech, went the megaphone. "First things first, before we get you to read the script, we need bodies able to perform their own stunts, so you will engage in a series of daring stunts, you gotta like, wow us man, totally wow us. Just imagine you're doing this with explosions and stuff happening in the background, okay."
While Mark was talking, Sam was doing some butt touching, and Charlotte, or maybe it was Charlotte or maybe just some really good lucking guy with long curly hair, was busy tending to her nosebleed.
OOC
ALL HUNTERS ARE INVITED
- Go ahead and get yourself settled down: the competition will be in three parts, kind of like a relay race. At the end, whomever gets the highest points will be crowned king bishounen- err I mean cast in roles. Yes...
- Also yes, you are all an INTENSE BISHOUNEN you're welcome
