[Closed] Fly, pigeon fly, cross your windblown sky

[espigeonage]

Who: Thorir, Aaron, Julien
What: Let's find the prodigal pigeon and haul him back home
Where: Within the Neuschwanstein boundary; a mountainous place without that many people
When: This weekend


yes okay maybe the main reason I cut this was for the text.

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[espigeonage]

"Oh, Aaron." He manages to bat his outer eyelids. "You always say the most goddamn romantic things."

"Okay, cut! CUT!"

The camera shivers a little and loses focus. Feed switches to a less-than-steady handheld cam, through which you can see Victor Moransen pulling away, grinning, from the enormous animatronic costume that's being used for a lot of shots of Bird Julien. The costume continues moving, exaggerated now, swinging its head left and right.

The director takes off her baseball cap and rubs her forehead. "C'mon, guys, it's not that funny."

[elfstoned]

Victor Moransen gives the camera a sideways, sly glance, hooks a hand under the costume's chin, and plants a giant, sloppy kiss on the puppet's beak.

"We're going to take it from 'Okay, one more time,'" the director calls, clapping her hands. "Everyone back into places, please. I know it's April 1st but I'd like to be home before eleven tonight, thank you."

Victor uses the sleeve of his coat to buff up the costume's beak, and a stagehand is already brushing the feathers back into place.

[espigeonage]

"'Dry spell.' Awww, baby. You don't find me attractive?" Daniel Soga is off camera when he says that. As the crew sets up, the handheld swings to focus on him, and he ignores it, not made up and thus not looking that much like Julien ever had. Ever since January he only provides voice work, usually not from on-set, and footage for flashbacks, leaving him free for other pursuits. Which has him in a wheelchair for another few months. Oops.

[elfstoned]

"'Breeding with you would be counterproductive,'" Victor calls over his shoulder as he's shuffled back into place, referring to the video Daniel had found a few weeks ago. "'We have incompatible genitals, pigeon!'"

[espigeonage]

A rude gesture is made, and the feed cuts.