Stepping out of character for a moment . . .
As someone who is truly a right-brained, big-picture thinker and not a left-brained, linear thinker, I am seeing some real flow develop.
My guess is that we are all less self-conscious and more relaxed than we were at the start of this imaginative adventure. The result is a unique combination of pure insanity, love of humanity and snacks, and genuine ability to communicate well over, around, and through very interesting cultural differences. And now, stepping back in character . . .
Miss Willow was alert despite the grueling 24/7 schedule that Badger Productions seemed to have in place.
“Are my dog-whistle sensitive ears deceiving me, or have I just heard OSPD-nim’s brilliant but irrational thoughts explained and expressed in an actually rational, comprehensible form by @leerla73?” She flailed her arms in an unnecessarily melodramatic gesture. “Oh, my goodness! There is a God! Miracles do happen!”
She had just finished consuming a quart of coffee ice cream, five cups of yerba mate, three small bottles of Mountain Dew, and twenty-five bags of Caffeine Crisps that she had ordered online.
Flashback: “Nobody will touch any of these EVER,” she had announced when the box arrived courtesy of the Cuties In Training Delivery Service. "Or I will quit. I have my limits!"
"Really?" OSPD-nim had whispered to @leerla73. "What limits are those? The ‘Outer Limits’?"
Despite Miss Willow’s ability to generate occasionally useful ideas AND her usefulness as a living calendar and clock (“time for lunch, time to go home, National Liberation Day is August 15, and I am going to be out of the office that whole week”), she had managed, in her brief time as Badger Productions’ office manager and receptionist, to turn a struggling but organized small office space into a processed-food madhouse.
OSPD-nim and @leerla73 had done well as founding partners struggling to actualize their life-long dreams of creating meaningful content for fans of Asian visual entertainment.
@kdrama2020ali had come along later and added significance to Badger Productions’ activities by providing connections to the incredible number of talents she had saved in her smartphone contact list.
@vivi_1485, @my_happy_place, @porkypine90_261, @shraddhasingh, @padmalayag, @mas4, and others showed up and stayed or showed up and visited as the fortunes of Badger Productions changed over time. Now good, now bad. Now exciting, now boring. But generally steady and useful until . . .
Miss Willow had shown up in response to an ad: “Receptionist wanted. Temp to perm. Part-time.” She had come with a coffee mug the size of a bathtub, a snak-filled tote bag the size of a sofa, and a wall calendar the size of a wall. And from the day she had come merely to inquire about a job, she had never been known to actually go home and had been dominating and dictating ever since, sometimes from out of a snak-induced sugar coma, sometimes from a caffeinated psychotic state.
Miss Willow seemed alert and quite rational. “Things seem to be falling into place.”
She opened her desk drawer and took out a small glass jar of American-style freeze-dried coffee and twelve packets of sugar. She opened the jar and, one by one, tore open the sugar packets and dumped their contents into the jar. Taking a pencil from her pencil can, she stirred the contents of the freeze-dried coffee jar and poured the result into her mouth in between comments.
“Emotional tone of our production established. Intense, mysterious. Comedy relief applied liberally. Classic character pairings with modern twists. Names with symbolic meaning. Beloved tropes in abundance. Impressive locations just a stone’s throw from our front door. Talent willing to work for scale due to truly positive professional and personal relationships. Possibilities for sets and costumes developing. Our pool of writers on point every time.”
She finished shaking coffee granules into her mouth, licked her lips, and nodded. “Yes, it seems from my vantage point that this is no longer theoretical. I never thought I’d say this, but Onion-Sama, it’s going to happen. It’s got to. It’s that simple.”
And as suddenly as she had sat up and made the most coherent speech anyone could remember in a long time, Miss Willow lay her head back on her desk and started snoring.
“Wow,” said Maknae Vivi. “She ingested all that caffeine and stuff, and she still fell asleep. That’s scary.”
“Not as scary,” said @my_happy_place, “as it’s gonna be when it really kicks in and she has to go to the . . . you know.”
“Los servicios,” said @natyh, walking in from a trip to the convenience store for toilet paper. “it is a lovely euphemism, is it not?”
Miss Willow started singing in her sleep: “Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma . . .”